Sam walked into his apartment and drew his gun. Someone had been there.
He looked around, saw his couch pillows in disarray, and realized who had been there. He put his gun away.
Steve had probably thought Sam would be home sooner. Steve's latest trip was hard, exhausting even for Steve, Sam knew. Steve hadn't slept in days, and Sam had wanted to come home early, but someone at his meeting had really needed some help.
Sam walked back to the bedroom, saw the bed covered in rose petals. Candles on the table, waiting to be lit. A bottle of wine.
Sam grinned. Steve was planning to surprise him. He could also see that the sheets were a little mussed; Steve had probably tried to lie down and relax, but of course the bed was too soft. The couch in the living room was old and had a hard bar that stuck you in the back if you tried to lie down, so Sam figured that Steve must have tried the couch second.
Sam went into the study and found Steve there on the mat where Sam sometimes slept when the bed wasn't doing it. He was sound asleep, wearing pink silk boxer shorts, hand still clinging to a box of chocolates he was planning to give Sam.
Sam smiled. He went to the closet and brought back a blanket to cover Steve.
Steve's eyelashes fluttered open as the blanket landed on him. "'Sposed to surprise you," he mumbled, still half-asleep.
"You did," Sam said and brought the blanket up to cover Steve's shoulders.
"Wanted to give you a nice romantic night," Steve said.
Sam lay down on the mat next to Steve and cuddled up with him under the blanket. "You did, Steve. This is just right."
Steve smiled and nestled into Sam's neck, kissing it softly before falling back to sleep. Sam held him closer, the warmth of Steve's body like a sunny day.
Fluffy fill
He looked around, saw his couch pillows in disarray, and realized who had been there. He put his gun away.
Steve had probably thought Sam would be home sooner. Steve's latest trip was hard, exhausting even for Steve, Sam knew. Steve hadn't slept in days, and Sam had wanted to come home early, but someone at his meeting had really needed some help.
Sam walked back to the bedroom, saw the bed covered in rose petals. Candles on the table, waiting to be lit. A bottle of wine.
Sam grinned. Steve was planning to surprise him. He could also see that the sheets were a little mussed; Steve had probably tried to lie down and relax, but of course the bed was too soft. The couch in the living room was old and had a hard bar that stuck you in the back if you tried to lie down, so Sam figured that Steve must have tried the couch second.
Sam went into the study and found Steve there on the mat where Sam sometimes slept when the bed wasn't doing it. He was sound asleep, wearing pink silk boxer shorts, hand still clinging to a box of chocolates he was planning to give Sam.
Sam smiled. He went to the closet and brought back a blanket to cover Steve.
Steve's eyelashes fluttered open as the blanket landed on him. "'Sposed to surprise you," he mumbled, still half-asleep.
"You did," Sam said and brought the blanket up to cover Steve's shoulders.
"Wanted to give you a nice romantic night," Steve said.
Sam lay down on the mat next to Steve and cuddled up with him under the blanket. "You did, Steve. This is just right."
Steve smiled and nestled into Sam's neck, kissing it softly before falling back to sleep. Sam held him closer, the warmth of Steve's body like a sunny day.