It took some serious chores and begging to get my dad to agree to let Steve stay the night. Luckily for him, though, Sarah said yes right away, no questions asked.

We decided to spend every second, outside of dinner, in my room... with the door closed. Not like it mattered to anyone else, though, they didn't suspect that we're, uh, well, you know.

And, sure, we mostly talked late into the night up until now, but that's kind of because Steve's afraid of good things like this. Good, very illegal things, that is.

I looked over to the clock on my dresser. It read 1:09am.

"You got somewhere to be?" Steve joked.

"Huh? Oh, uh, no," I answered.

"Hmm, you've been looking at that clock an awful lot," he replied.

"Only recently, and mostly because I don't know what time you go to bed," I told him. "I don't wanna keep you up if you're tired, you know?"

"Well, I'm not tired, so don't worry about me," he assured me. "Seriously."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, Rogers," I smirked, leaning back against the bed as we sat on the floor.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I came back with a laugh. "I don't have much else to say, we've talked about everything there is."

He smiled. "I guess you're right."

I placed my hand on his knee and his eyes raced straight over to mine. He knew full well what I was doing, I just wondered if he'd play along or not.

He placed his hand on top of mine and never looked away, only smiled. "You know," he started. "You've kept me waiting all night."

I was taken back. "Uh, I mean, well, you're not exactly the easiest person on the planet to read."

"I figured you'd say as much," his smile widened. "I guess I gotta take some initiative, then, seeing as you're pretty damn easy to figure out."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that I could tell right away that you've been wanting to kiss me since you shut that damned door," he relayed. "I just wondered how long it might take, is all."

"And, after all that, what makes you think I'm gonna give in?" I replied.

He shrugged. "If you don't, I will."

"I kinda wanna see that now," I admitted, my face inching closer to his.

He pulled back. "Well," he started, throwing his leg over to the other side of my body, straddling me. "How's that?"

I closed my eyes and placed my hands on the backs of his thighs. "Incredible," I hummed.

His hands met my face and I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me. he hovered his lips over mine to bait me, to see how quick I'd pull him in and just give up- but I haven't forgotten as easily as he may have thought I did. I decided to play along with his little charade.

I breathed out hard enough for him to feel and hear, as his lips had almost touched mine in that moment. I brushed my lips upon his, next, and I felt him stir as if he was certain caving now was absolutely worth it, but then refused to do so anyway.

He needed more persuasion.

I grabbed his ass in my hands and pulled him down onto me once. He exhaled sharply, and I sensed that he immediately regretted giving himself away even though he didn't want me to stop just yet.

I kept on doing this repeatedly, grabbing him and pulling him, practically manually making him grind on me. I knew in that moment that if I was starting to feel it, then he was too.

His breathing was intensifying now, as was mine, and it was so much more noticeable without our mouths connected. It just made my pants get tighter, though, I barely minded.

There was nothing I wanted more in that moment than to take his face into my hands and kiss him, dipping my tongue into his mouth and letting him grind on me out of his own desire- but not yet, no matter how bad I wanted it.

My hands found their way away from his legs and ass and found that he was now grinding on his own, god, if only we weren't in these thick damned pants.

My fingers trailed up to his collar and undid the first few buttons, tickling the skin beneath his shirt just enough to get him thinking about how unimaginable this would be without clothes on.

I felt his hands meet mine and drag my fingers behind his neck and start pulling me down. A joint effort for this kiss, I see it now, this was his way of letting neither of us 'lose' this battle of who'll cave first.

Without following his purposely slow motions, I yanked him down and kissed him like the devil, the wonderful sensation of wholeness ravishing my tongue as it delved into his mouth and swirled around his.

I heard him struggling to contain those sweet little noises inside of him; if only I could muster up enough courage to tear my lips from his to tell him I wanted to hear it. All of it. That the simple thought of his moans in my mouth made my pants' zipper feel like it might bust in half.

The only other way I could imagine telling him without saying it directly was by doing it myself.

"Mmm," I hummed into his mouth, slightly thrusting my hips up and intensifying his already perfect motions.

His hands wrapped around my head as he started moving faster, much yo my delight, and started mumbling and moaning into my mouth like it was so natural.

Yet, as soon as he started, everything stopped.

"Steve wha-"

"Shhh," his fingers met my mouth, making me want to take them in and start kissing them instead. "Do you hear that?" he whispered.

I listened. "Yea, that low lulling- like a humming or-"

"Yes, yes, that," he sounded scared. "It sounds like it's right outside the door."

I waited and listened to see if it was constant, which, it nearly was. And, I knew it wasn't dad because he was asleep, but I didn't want to scare him any more than he was already. "It's probably just dad, Steve," I mumbled.

"Isn't he asleep?" he climbed off me and crawled onto the bed and into the corner.

I got up and joined him, moving him into a position where I could hold him. "Probably, yea," I replied.

"Well, what is it then?"

"I don't really know," I told him.

"Ghosts?"

"We don't have ghosts, Steve."

"That you know of," he answered.

"That I know of."

"Buck," he looked into my eyes, his glassy and terrified. "Can you... will you go look and see what it is and see if it's behind the door?"

I nodded. "Yea," I got up and approached the door.

"Quickly!" he whisper yelled.

I turned the handle and peeked out into the hallway. "Rebecca!" I pulled her into the room. "You scared the shit out of us!"

"Oopsie," she laughed, her eyes filled with that so-very-obvious child-like wonderment. "I guess that's what you get for not letting me play with you guys."

"Well, it's late," Bucky answered. "You're usually asleep by now, that's why I said no... and, besides, you wouldn't like the games we play. You're too young to understand."

"Fine," she crossed her arms. "But you better let me play when I'm older!"

"We'll see," I winked at her. "Go on, Rikki, get to bed."

"Okay, goodnight Jimmy."

"Goodnight," I kissed her cheek and she was off. I closed the door behind her.

"The games we play, huh?" he smirked.

I climbed back onto the bed with him. "Shut up and get in bed."

"With my street clothes on?" he wondered curiously.

I got up and extended a hand. He took it.

I continued what I had started and undid the rest of his shirt buttons and he hastily undid mine, too. I went for his belt next and felt him getting hard again through his pants. After I pulled the zipper down, I reached into his pants and grabbed him through his underwear, forcing a choked moan from his lips as he fell into me.

"Buck-"

"Shh, kiss me," I ordered, his lips meeting mine immediately after as I started to... apply pressure... with my hand in his pants.

I stopped abruptly and went on stripping him of his clothes as he did the same for me.

Once we were both in nothing but our underwear, I jumped into my bed and held the covers open for him. He crawled in before me and laid facing the same way as I had been... you know, so that my dick would only get even more hard as it pressed up against his ass; and so that I could literally never fall asleep.

I breathed onto his neck as I pulled the covers over us both, then beginning to kiss his shoulders and surrounding area.

He, very quickly, spun around and entangled our legs, allowing me to grind down on him.

"Mmm, Steve," I started.

"Mhmm?" he mumbled.

"It's late."

"I know, but-"

"We should sleep," I interrupted.

"Ugh, I know," he answered. "I just really... I really like this."

"I do, too, believe me," I whispered back. "But, if we don't sleep, we won't be awake enough to do some more of this tomorrow."

"Okay, okay," he spun back around. "Goodnight, then, Buck."

"G'night, Stevie."