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The sound of the door woke Fenrir from his light doze. The early morning light slipped through the slits of the drapes. He blinked awake and pushed up from where he had sprawled out on one of the lounge’s large, comfy couches, finding Steve standing in the doorway. Fenrir lit up – from his expression to the swirling feelings of want and affection that pulsed through his hot blood. The Captain, still in uniform, seemed surprised and touched.
“You stayed.”
Fenrir stretched out with a little hum, noting with no small measure of pride the way Steve’s gaze followed his movement’s. “’Course. You said you’d be off.”
Steve came around to sit at the end of the couch, hand loosely wrapping around Fenrir’s calf. “I thought you’d go home.”
Fenrir shrugged, looking away. “Well–” he cleared his throat. “What can I say? I was looking forward…” and he made the mistake of glancing back up at the blond, who stared at him so earnestly, with such naked affection, and pink, open lips which he wetted with his tongue–
Fenrir swallowed.
“Yeah?” Steve leaned a bit closer, but with Fenrir’s feet pressed against the other’s thigh, their faces were still far apart. The wolf nodded, feeling hot, and slowly shifted his legs from Steve’s loose hold, and swung them down so he sat properly, leaving more than a foot of space between them. Both men remained frozen for several moments, just watching the other, gaze dipping between eyes and lips and more.
Steve broke first, his words loud in Fenrir’s roaring ears despite their low murmur. “You still wanna?”
Norns did he want. So much it scared him. After weeks of testing the waters, less than twelve hours ago they had finally started something more with the promise of continuing, but now that Fenrir was faced with it, it set a tight pain in his gut.
Still, he nodded.
“You don’t look sure,” Steve frowned, and started leaning back, and Fenrir panicked. He shot himself forwards, clutched at Steve’s uniform, and caught his lips with a whimper. Steve let out a puff of breath against Fen’s lips, and Fenrir just used that moment to reposition his mouth better so he could drag Steve into a needy kiss. The blond returned it with everything he had, one hand dug into Fen’s hair and the other pressing him closer at the small of his back.
Scared? Yes. Sure he wanted this? Hell yeah.