Steve lets himself be pulled along, drunk and a little in awe of the turn his night has taken. Once they’re in the apartment, he turns to press her back against the door, leaning in for another kiss as his hands slip under Alex’s shirt to grip her waist.
“You need to— shit.” Steve tries to pull her shirt up over her head but it gets caught under her arms and he laughs. “You need to take your shirt off so I can get my mouth on you.”
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Date: 2020-06-25 08:14 pm (UTC)“You need to— shit.” Steve tries to pull her shirt up over her head but it gets caught under her arms and he laughs. “You need to take your shirt off so I can get my mouth on you.”