The days that had morphed months grew cluttered in Steve's mind. He couldn't remember which date had come first or when the first time they met, or at least really talked to, was. But he could always remember the kisses they had shared.
They were on his couch, she leaning on top of him, kissing him ferociously. Her lips trailed down his neck, her hands gripping his shoulders. He in turn had his hands cupped around her head, giving quick kisses on her cheeks when he found he was able too. His heart beat quickly as came up to give rapid kisses to his ear, pulling her body even closer to his. As she moved her head, he was able to place his lips on hers, and she froze, sitting there for a little while as they kissed sweetly.
When they broke away, she sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. He managed to readjust himself under her to prop her up in a more comfortable position. "Is it June?" he asked, his voice breaking the long silence.
"Mm-hmm." She sounded serene.
He smiled softly to himself, kissing the top of her head gently. How long ago had their first date been? Almost a year, at the least. He picked her up, wrapping his arms around her as he maneuvered her to his lap. She responded by moving her head to his other shoulder. The apartment was quiet as Steve slightly rocked her back and forth. He felt her heart beat against his chest and it reminded him that she was real. She wasn't going to disappear into thin air like Peggy. She was going to stay with him.
It seemed like she had fallen asleep. He stopped rocking her for a moment. She stirred and in his ear he heard her mumble, "I love you, Steve."
His heart stopped for a moment as he scrambled to comprehend her words. She had told him numerous times she wasn't going to fall in love again, yet here she was, whispering things in his ear, half-asleep.
Standing up, he carried her to his room and laid her down gently on the bed. Her red curls rested messily on her face, but she looked tranquil in the darkness of his room. Resting against the doorway, he observed the way her chest fell up and down and what position her fingers were settled in to.
Hesitantly, he went over and kissed her forehead. He paused, thinking over if he wanted to say anything or not, but then breathed, "I love you too" before closing the door quietly behind him.
She heard him.