Holy cow! Two updates in less than two days! What can I say, I felt inspired!
This one's mainly fluff, cause I love some good fluff!
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The next morning Kayla woke up, feeling the warm rays of sun across her face. She groaned rolling over away from the light and cuddled back into the soft sheets of the large bed she was in. Moments later she felt a hand stroking her hair lightly, she smiled but left her eyes shut.
"Morning."
Steve smiled lightly, loving the feeling of waking up beside her. "Morning beautiful."
She groaned again, scrunching up her face, eyes still closed.
"I'm sure I'm anything but beautiful currently."
He moved his hand so he was stroking her cheek.
"Well, I'm the one looking at you right now and I stand by my previous statement."
She smiled, opening her eyes to look up at him.
"Glad to know I'm still beautiful after the number of drinks you bought me last night."
She smirked and raised her eyebrow, he chuckled at her facial expression.
"Hey, you said you wanted to go out; we went out!"
"Yeah, wanted to go out, not get alcohol poisoning!"
He pulled her into his chest kissing the top of her head.
"You don't look poisoned to me. And what is this? I thought college girls could knock them back like nothing?"
"We can, but apparently we are no match for Navy Seals."
She leaned up kissing his neck.
"I'm sure there's many things you wouldn't be able to keep up with."
She leaned back to look up at him, nothing the tone to his voice.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. Years of training, long, long hours. Tons of practice."
She smirked at him and raised her eyebrow.
"That sounds like a challenge Commander."
"It can be whatever you want it to be beautiful."
She leaned up kissing him, taking her time before pulling away.
"Challenge accepted."
With that she rolled away from Steve, sliding to the edge of the bed grabbing his discarded dress shirt off the floor and throwing it on.
He furrowed his eyebrows at her as she was doing up some of the buttons on the shirt.
"Where do you think you're going?"
She looked at him over her shoulder.
"Breakfast." She got out of bed, walking around the bed heading to the door, stopping at Steve first. She leaned down kissing him. "Worked up an appetite last night."
She wiggled her eyebrows and he grabbed at her, causing her to jump back and run for the door. She grabbed the door frame on her way out, turning around to look at him again shooting him a wink before heading down the stairs.
When Steve finally made his way downstairs, he laughed seeing Kayla dancing around the kitchen mixing up pancake batter. He looked at the stove to see bacon cooking and she danced up to him handing him a mug of coffee. He chuckled at her enthusiasm, grabbing the coffee and pulling her close with the other arm just before she danced away. He pulled her right up to his chest then bent down to kiss her.
"Thanks."
She smiled up at him, standing on her toes to kiss him again.
"Anytime."
She danced back over to the stove flipping the bacon in the pan.
"Bacon, huh? Pulling out all the stops."
"Only the best for the sexy seal." She shimmied to the beat of the music and smirked over at him.
He chuckled, smirking at her before putting his coffee on the counter and moving behind her wrapping his arms around her waist.
"You didn't have to do all this. You were supposed to teach me how to make breakfast."
She leaned back into his chest waiting for the bacon to cook.
"Shucks, I guess I'm just going to have to come back some other time."
He smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.
"I think we might be able to work something out."
She took the bacon out of the pan, putting it on a plate and pouring the batter into the same pan. Steve raised his eyebrows at this, looking semi-disgusted.
"I can feel my arteries clogging and I haven't even eaten anything yet."
She gently nudged him in the stomach, chuckling.
"You have no idea sailor. The only way to cook pancakes is in bacon grease!"
"Jersey thing?"
"Delicious thing."
"Well, now I know why so many people in Jersey have heart problems."
She rolled her eyes, turning around in his arms to look at him.
"You going to criticize my breakfast before you even try it sailor?"
He smirked, kissing her quickly.
"Just stating facts."
She shook her head, turning back around to the stove. A few minutes Steve was carrying the stack of pancakes over to the table while Kayla brought the bacon and plates. He put a couple pancakes on his plate pouring syrup over them and quickly cutting off a piece. Kayla sat staring at him smirk on her face, cup of coffee in one hand and piece of bacon in the other. After chewing the bite, he stopped and looked up at her pancakes still in his mouth. She raised her eyebrow at him.
"So?"
He swallowed, leaning over the table and grabbing the back of her head pulling her in for a kiss.
"You're brilliant."
She chuckled, as he went back to his pancakes, devouring them like he hadn't been fed in years. She shook her head as she sipped her coffee.
"You know," He started in the middle of a bite, "I might just keep you here hostage if this is how you cook."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. Beautiful, smart, good cook, great at…" He looked up smirking at her and she threw a piece of bacon at his plate.
"As fantastic as it sounds to be held hostage here by you, you really think that would fly with bro?"
"Aaaah yes. The fantastic detective Williams."
She looked over at him, taking a bite of her pancake.
"You know he means well."
"I know. And as a partner, I like it; as the brother of my hostage, not so much."
She shook her head at him and grabbed the empty plates taking them over to the sink. She turned the music back on and started dancing around again to the song that played. Steve sat at the table, sipping on his coffee shaking his head while watching her for a couple minutes longer before he got up and headed to the radio. When he started fiddling with the stations, she turned to look at him with a sad look.
"You changed my song."
He finally settled on a station when he heard the familiar bars from the classic Presley song 'Can't help falling in love' coming from the speakers. He walked towards her, grabbing her hand and pulling him into her, putting his other hand on her waist. She looked up at him with a confused look and he smiled down at her as he started to dance in the spot they were in. She settled her head into his chest, swaying along with him and they stayed like that for several minutes before he spoke.
"This is what I call dancing."
She looked up at him smiling.
"I could get used to this."