"Up for round two, Sweetness?" Steve asked slyly as Kayla shifted away from her husband just in the nick of time. If she stayed in their bed a half second longer, she knew she wouldn't leave it, and she was barely leaving herself enough time to shower and get dressed as it was.

"Don't tempt me, Steve. I'm showering alone. You're making us coffee and then we're leaving for the church."

"Did I miss the memo or something, baby?" Steve grumbled, sitting up in bed as Kayla ducked into the master bath but left the door open a crack as she started the water.

"When'd we stop being Christmas Catholics?" he asked, tugging on some sweatpants and the black tank top his wife all but tore off him last night. Smiling at the memory, he wondered how attached she was to the concept of showering alone.

"I mean I haven't been to St. Luke's on a Sunday with you, since-"

"Since the last funeral mass we went to," Kayla said from behind the shower curtain.

"The last…oh, wait. The service for Victor is-"

"Why my black dress is hanging here from the shower rod so the wrinkles can be steamed out? Yes," Kayla said as Steve rolled his eye. Not at his wife but at the fact the lazy, romantic morning he had planned with her in his head was fast becoming a pipe dream.

"Sweetness, I can just take an iron to it for you."

"And then will you have time to get ready?"

"I'm already wearing black, baby," he smirked.

"Steve Johnson, if you show up at the service wearing that tank top–"

"You telling me the Big Greek wouldn't appreciate the throwback?" he asked with a smirk, walking into the bathroom.

"Steve!"

"I'm serious, baby! I think I interviewed for him wearing this." Eyeing his reflection in the mirror, he strutted a bit in front of the mirror.

"Yeah, still looks good."

"Yeah well, so does your suit and tie."

"So, you trying to say you don't want me wearing the tank top, Sweetness?" Steve asked, taking advantage of this clear opening left by his wife and going so far as to pull back the shower curtain slightly before he pulled off his shirt.

"You know full well what I was trying to say, Steve Johnson," Kayla smirked as Steve took that and her drawing the curtain the rest of the way back as his cue to strip out of his sweats and boxers.

"Well, I'm glad we're in understanding then," he said with a smirk, stepping into the shower.

When Kayla arched a brow, stepping backward in a little dance of hard to get but also come and get me, Steve smirked and stepped closer, pinning her between him and the shower wall.

"Steve …"

Pushing her soaked-through hair back and away from her face, he let his hand rest on Kayla's cheek.

"Sweetness.."

Leaning in for a kiss, when Kayla made it more passionate, reacquainting her tongue with his, Steve dragged his lips to the spot between her neck and shoulder that he knew made her fall apart.

"Steve, baby," Kayla sighed. "We don't have time to-"

"I know we don't, so let's not spend it talking," he huffed against her neck as she smirked.

"No talking, huh. At all?"

"If you think you can manage, Sweetness," Steve said, smirking now as well as he pulled back.

"I think I can."

Looking up at her husband with a teasing grin, Kayla reached out and started teasing him with her right hand, stroking him gently.

"What about you?"

Giving her a look to indicate he was managing to stay quiet just fine before his smile went softer and his eye went dark, Steve reverently traced his thumb over the lengthy faded scar between Kayla's breasts before he cupped the right one in his palm.

Tearing up even as her eyelids fell to half, taking hold of Steve's wrist with both hands, Kayla brushed her lips on his knuckles. Then, dropping his hands, she crossed her arms against her chest and squeezed.

"Sweetness," Steve mouthed, his eye welling up at the familiar sign. Opting to return the meaning the best way he knew, taking hold of Kayla's face, he pulled her into a fiery kiss. One that left her wanting more and her tongue searching out his.

Breaking free of Steve's lips only when proper breathing became a necessity, Kayla dragged her lips to his chest, lingering at his dagger. She couldn't help but whimper, though, when his fingers found her wetness.

Nipping at Steve's pec enough to leave a mark, in silent demand of more than his hand and the slow grind of his hardness against her, she smirked when he ran into trouble staying silent. Hearing her name, then his swearing under his breath, she started stroking him again.

"Kayla," Steve rasped, seeking permission as her eyes flicked up, locked with his as she nodded.

"I want you."

Obliging, he withdrew his fingers as she jumped into his arms, then wrapped hers around his neck.

Secured against the shower wall and in Steve's embrace as he lifted her leg to the side, supporting it with his hand not wrapped around her waist, Kayla kissed him as he teased his tip at her entrance, then moaned into his mouth when he filled her.

Breaking free of her lips long enough to look down to where they were joined, then back into her eyes, Steve swallowed hard as Kayla smiled up at him, then pressed a kiss to his patch.

"Sweetness…" he murmured as Kayla locked her leg around him, reveling in the feel of him as he rocked into her.

"Oh, Steve. Steve ."

"Fuck, baby," he panted, finding a rhythm that had Kayla crying out, meeting his thrusts with her own.

When her hand moved to the back of his head, and her fingers twined in his hair, kissing up the length of her scar, Steve put his mouth on his wife's right breast, swirling his tongue around her hardened nipple as her head fell back.

"God, right there. Right there, baby," Kayla moaned as Steve turned his attention to her other breast. Letting his hand not supporting her wander down to where they were joined, he circled her clit with his thumb as Kayla gasped, digging her nails into his back.

"So good, Steve. Don't stop, d… don't stop!" she ordered as Steve smiled against her skin, his hips rolling into hers.

"Not stopping til you come," he huffed out. "You come hard for me, Kayla."

"I'm close, Steve! I… I'm so close," she panted, kissing him heatedly before he pulled away.

"You're so beautiful. I gotta see you, Sweetness. Gotta see you come, baby."

"You come with me!" Kayla insisted, locking eyes with him as he shouted her name and sped up his thrusts.

"Give it to me. I'm yours. Show me I'm yours, Steve!" she cried out, locking eyes with her husband as he watched and felt her shake, spurring his release.

"You're mine, and I'm yours, baby," he panted, touching his forehead to hers as they caught their breath, collapsing into each other and onto the shower floor.

"I'll always be yours."

Nodding, still wrapped around Steve and content to cling even tighter, Kayla grinned, kissing him as he twined his hand through her hair.

"We're gonna turn into quick frozen prunes here if we're not careful, my love," she snorted as Steve smirked, nipping gently at her ear.

"I don't know, think a cold shower might be good for us, Sweetness," he said as the water temperature dropped another few degrees and splashed all over Kayla's back.

Letting out a shriek that left Steve cracking up, once disentangled from her husband, Kayla scrambled out of the shower and grabbed the first towel she could reach.

"Good, on what planet?!" she snapped, hastily drying off as Steve continued to laugh but grabbed a more oversized towel. After draping it around his shoulders, he pulled Kayla to him from behind, then wrapped the towel snugly around them both.

"I don't think this is the quickest way to dry off."

"Quickest way to get you warm though, Sweetness."

"You know what else would help with that?" Kayla asked as Steve sighed, resting his chin on her head.

"Coffee, baby?"

"Yep."