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sirsteverogerssir: “Y-you sure, Ma’am? I’d feel sorta rotten if I didn’t try to help. For what it’s...

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 02:11:58 +0000

“Y-you sure, Ma’am? I’d feel sorta rotten if I didn’t try to help. For what it’s worth, I made sure not to make any mess myself. And I looked after Agent Coulson, too. He managed to keep himself fairly tidy. Med’s nearby… I can come back after I take him back.”

((Darn it, Miss Potts, how can I be a gentleman when you’re so darn insistent? Feh. Women.))

If it’s possible to give someone puppy dog eyes while dressed as the classical Latin romancer and bandit extraordinaire, Steve’s gotten awfully close. He returns to Phil and scoops him up, walking him toward the door. “First, we’ll worry about Phil. If you need any further assistance, please don’t hesitate to call, Ma’am.” He tips his hat and glides into the elevator, wrapping his arms around Phil’s waist and propping him up, resting his chin on the agent’s head.

((I kind of love our height difference. This fits just right.))

Soon, Phil’s back in his bed, surrounded by streamers and paper ghosts, and Steve takes the sticky note off the standee since Cinder Phil-a got to go to the ball after all. He gives the tuckered agent a kiss good night and traces his fingers along the ridge of dog tag chain beneath the hospital robe, smiling to himself.

“‘Night, Soldier. Love you.” He whispers, disappearing through the door frame.

Now that Phil’s back the the med wing and he can actually take notice of all of the decorations he’s one happy camper, because they’re seriously cute.

He can also partly make out some of the drawings taped to the wall which just makes the happy camper scale go up tenfold. It’s great. There’s lots of happy going around and hopefully that will translate into his dreams by the time groggy face here passes out. What a good night.

sirsteverogerssir: The two watch the party unfold around them from their view on the couch and Steve...

Thu, 01 Nov 2012 19:43:14 +0000

sirsteverogerssir:

The two watch the party unfold around them from their view on the couch and Steve notes that Tony seems to be kissing on someone very much NOT Loki, but a man who bears a strong resemblance. Maybe Loki just got one of those “makeover” things? Whoever he is, the host is quite familiar with him, so Steve shrugs. He returns his attentions to Phil, who has become more quiet than loopy now. Steve arches a supportive arm around his shoulders. “You doing okay there, Captain?”

Phil blinks groggily but gives him a nod and a little thumbs-up.

“Well, good. Seems we’ve been sitting here for a bit, and it’s about ten fifteen now. I have to get you back to the med wing, but we still have a minute. Can you walk with me?” Phil nods again and they do the four-shoe shuffle to the massive balcony platform as the night breeze whips Steve’s cape about and cools their skin. He leads them into a slightly shadowed corner and embraces him from behind so they can both enjoy the view of the city against the velvety blackness of the night.

(We’ll pretend for the sake of political correctness that there ISN’T bajillions of dollars of damage and a heartbreaking amount of casualties because the Avengers would be terrible people to party like this while everyone’s suffering, so yeah. Unharmed as of yet. Yup.)

“You know, the last time we were on a tall building with the city around us, it was my birthday and I got what is, by far, my favorite gift to this day.” He nuzzles his cheek against Phil’s, knowing not to get too sentimental given his condition and likely inability to absorb it now or recall it later. “I got you.” He leans back against the wall and turns Phil in his arms so they’re facing each other, then tips Phil’s chin up with his knuckles. “You’re not going back to the hospital with another man’s kiss lingering on those lips.” Gently, their mouths meet and he tries to give a sweeping romantic kiss, but the agent’s condition quickly turns things into more of the type of endeavor where one simply presses their face against their paramour’s for support and balance. Either way, Steve gets to kiss Phil and that’s enough to make him happy. They lose track of time for a moment at least, content to sneak this uncoordinated but well-intended kiss as the city continues its festivities without them.

As the night continued on, and he silently watched everyone with confused interest, the drugs started to wear out a little. Luckily for him any pain he would be feeling was numbed, just a little, by how groggy and tired he was suddenly feeling. He knew he hated medical for a reason. Being with Steve again after the whole mission and hospital ordeal was nice, though. Definitely helped him keep his sleepy drugged spirits up.

So he tried to not do anything else too weird, that he could control anyway, and simply went along with what Steve was saying- most of his words made sense now at least. Walking is still a little iffy, but they manage. Probably due to Steve’s strong- wasn’t Steve smaller when he left? His brain is way too sdjfjsdbf to recollect right now. Lets just store that question for later, clearer, thought processes. Either way the cold fall air does wonders to help stop him from falling asleep right on the spot. Which is great. He gets smooches out of that deal.

Yes he’s more leaning that kissing back right now, but at least he’s trying, right? It’s the thought that counts. He’s careful not to lean too much however, because even if he’s half asleep and dopey he’s not stupid enough to risk banging his arm, or trapping it between himself and one hunky Zorro.

That cape really looks good.

orb01: Our first kiss. oh no

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 22:23:05 +0000

orb01:

Our first kiss.

oh no

bigmaninasuit: howard-staaaaark: Howard doesn’t even realize that Steve swatted him into the...

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 22:20:51 +0000

bigmaninasuit:

howard-staaaaark:

Howard doesn’t even realize that Steve swatted him into the wall. All he knows is that he’s on the floor with a pounding headache and Steve helping him up. “Wow…Am I this drunk already?” He leans heavily against Steve with one hand on his head and no idea where his rum went as he waves to Phil.

“Heeey Steve. Glad you and Mr. Agent could make it. But please don’t break my walls? Or…my dad I guess… And dad, dressing up like an old gay guy doesn’t count if you’re already an old gay guy.”

Tony’s been keeping himself preoccupied by mixing everyone drinks and has a tray of magaritas if either of them wants one. Except none for Phil because you can’t mix alcohol and drugs and he already seems like he’s having more fun than the drunk people.

phil is having the most fun yes

the m o s t

howard-staaaaark: “Bad Phil, very bad Phil…oh wait, this is Phil?” Howard peeks over Steve’s...

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 22:05:23 +0000

howard-staaaaark:

“Bad Phil, very bad Phil…oh wait, this is Phil?” Howard peeks over Steve’s shoulder and might bite it because he’s a vampire and biting your friends is a perfectly natural and normal thing to do ok? “He’s not doing a very good job at the whole undercover gay thing is he?”

Phil is going to eat those darn snacks like his life depends on it because he cant understand Steve too well right now with everyone else in the room talking, but he sounds angry sooo.

He’s also half concerned with the guy who just bit his boyfriend but he’s probably just hallucinating again, right?

johnny-l-storm: “I-It’s ok… Something told me I should have dressed up as one of Scott Pilgrims...

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 21:56:00 +0000

johnny-l-storm:

“I-It’s ok… Something told me I should have dressed up as one of Scott Pilgrims evil exes instead.” He scampers away as soon as Steve lets go of him because he’s sure that Fantastic Four vs Avengers doesn’t need to happen tonight. Steve may be stronger but he’s pretty sure punching fire will still hurt his fist.

Phil was sure there was suddenly two Steves infront of him. He didn’t remember dying on his mission, or in the hospital, but he was also fairly sure this was heaven.

then there was suddenly one Steve and a tipsy Phil. Which was still good. Very good. Steve is good, wonderful even. It’s all gooood.

sirsteverogerssir: theyrevintage: johnny-l-storm: “Oh my god this suuuuuuuuuuuucks someone else...

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 21:30:43 +0000

sirsteverogerssir:

theyrevintage:

johnny-l-storm:

“Oh my god this suuuuuuuuuuuucks someone else is wearing the same costume and he’s even got a better one! Look at that thing! It’s like it’s authentic or something!” You all can ignore this as Johnny goes to help himself to free booze because come on. “Fuck my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiife.”

Phil is still drugged up so when he was dutifully keeping guard of the couch and he saw captain america walk past he thought Steve must of gone and gotten changed.

So he may or may not Grab him before he has the chance to wonder off and if he pulls him down for captain america smooches its not his fault okAY

CREYS

SO MANY CREYS

*Ahem*

Steve turns around with a little plate of food for Phil and sees one Captain America smooching another and lets out a hearty chuckle until it dawns on him that Phil is one of those Caps and he’s NOT the other. Secrecy be damned; this just got real.

“PHIIIIL!”

smoochy sm o och y

johnny-l-storm: sirsteverogerssir: As Steve parks Liberty, a black sedan pulls up next to him and...

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 21:22:55 +0000

johnny-l-storm:

sirsteverogerssir:

As Steve parks Liberty, a black sedan pulls up next to him and Director Fury exits the back seat, toting a limp Phil dressed in Cap’s old uniform from back then. It fits fairly well if a bit loosely, and he’s charmed by the sight. Fury himself is wearing a doctor’s jacket and the nametag says ‘Feelgood’. ((At least he bothered dressing up…)) Fury shoves the weak agent into Steve’s arms and straightens up.

“Figured you’d want your party favor. He better be back by midnight. And NO booze for him. Capisce?”

“Yes, sir.” Steve perkily replies, helping Phil walk as he goes. If he’d have known Phil would get sprung from the clink, he’d have worn one of the agent’s suits and earpieces so they could match. He HAS always envied those snazzy sunglasses. They enter the room for the party and he gets a few curious looks, but explains that Phil has missed out on enough things while being bedridden and that it’s high time he lived a little. It pains him to keep from kissing Phil’s face all over, given how cute he is at the moment, but he knows better than to be so casual. He already misses being smaller and being able to freely kiss his sweetheart in anonymity, although these folks would still know who he is and it wouldn’t benefit him anyway.

As he eases Phil onto the couch he sneaks a fast kiss on the agent’s cheek, then tenderly checks on the arm that’s still bound in a sling. “Ah. Good. No further damage.” He leans down, maintaining what eye contact he can catch and gently gripping Phil’s shoulders. “I’m going to go get a drink. Your assignment is to stay right here and keep an eye out for intruders, Captain. Your country is counting on you. Can you do that, soldier?”

Phil eagerly nods, probably bouncing around inside at the notion of being referred to as Captain America.

“You have your orders, Captain.” With that he salutes and nods back, making a brief walk to the refreshment table. As he glances back a moment later, he sees that the agent is blithely fiddling with one of the zippered pockets on the costume and his feet have gone a bit pigeon-toed.

((OH SWEET BEANS. That is too precious.))

There might be a short moment of Zorro grinning like a lovestruck goofball at Captain America. Maybe.

But he won’t admit it.

“Oh my god this suuuuuuuuuuuucks someone else is wearing the same costume and he’s even got a better one! Look at that thing! It’s like it’s authentic or something!” You all can ignore this as Johnny goes to help himself to free booze because come on. “Fuck my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiife.”

Phil is still drugged up so when he was dutifully keeping guard of the couch and he saw captain america walk past he thought Steve must of gone and gotten changed.

So he may or may not Grab him before he has the chance to wonder off and if he pulls him down for captain america smooches its not his fault okAY

sirsteverogerssir: theyrevintage: phil is dressing up as an unconscious hospital patient No, you...

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 20:51:28 +0000

sirsteverogerssir:

theyrevintage:

phil is dressing up as an unconscious hospital patient

No, you get a costume… but I have to hold you up since you’re on meds. XD *Shoves Phil into Cap’s uniform* >:D

*swoons

…unconsciously*

phil is dressing up as an unconscious hospital patient

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 20:48:49 +0000

phil is dressing up as an unconscious hospital patient

sirsteverogerssir: After nearly an hour, Steve feels content in the completion of his little...

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 20:02:14 +0000

sirsteverogerssir:

After nearly an hour, Steve feels content in the completion of his little masterpiece. He wants to make sure everything is just right and glances up one last time, but now Phil’s lolled his head over a little and has started mumbling about Steve’s singing, which he hadn’t really been taking seriously, but as the agent clumsily joins in they make a rather sweet (if off-kilter) harmony. He sets his things onto the bedside table and scoots his chair closer as he takes one of Phil’s duty-worn hands in both of his. He raises the lightly calloused knuckles to his lips and rests them there while they hum together, breaking into a faint chuckle as Phil’s humming wanders way off track, causing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” to somehow warp into “The Itsy Bitsy Spider”. He gratefully plays along and they start to hum all manner of nursery rhymes and indulge in the delight of a slightly silly, barely conscious duet that, otherwise, the stoic agent likely would be too gruff and manly to go along with. Steve lets time slip his mind until the nurse from earlier peeks her head into the room and whispers that visiting hours are nearly up.

((Aw, nuts.))

She almost vanishes from sight but he manages to call after her in a low hiss, asking for a bit of Scotch tape. She complies and he picks up the two sheets of doodles (Cutesy noodly renditions of all the avengers and some folks in the neighborhood, a certain bunny scruffing Betsy, etc.) and his one actual picture, taping them to the wall nearest Phil’s bed like a proud child tacking his highly-scored homework onto the refrigerator. He gives the nurse a boyish grin.

“He’s too loopy to know what these are just yet. I figured I’d give him something nice to wake up to once he’s more in his own head.”

Having already been caught kissing Phil’s hand, he lets caution take a back seat and leans down to kiss Phil on his no doubt completely numb mouth, whispering a loving goodbye and plucking his jacket from the back of his chair and handing the nurse her borrowed pen. “Thanks very much, ma’am. And, um… folks don’t really know about us yet, so…” She nods, knowingly, and pantomimes zipping her mouth shut.

As he leaves, he remembers he owes the owner of a certain antiques shop a visit, but stops by his apartment to grab his shield and his bagged uniform in case the old fella insists on some manner of verification.

- - -

Meanwhile, the nurse tiptoes back into Phil’s room a few hours later, snapping pictures of Steve’s artwork with her cell phone. She sends the pictures to a friend (who happens to be a nurse in the same wing bot on the other end), grinning. She never wears her name tag because all the nurses know each other, but it technically says Lacey. Luckily for Steve, he didn’t draw anything incriminating, so this technically wasn’t telling anyone.

[Jannie! Look! Cap did these. Cutest. Superhero. EVER.]

He did notice when Steve left this time, getting smooches was a good enough thing to concentrate on so he noticed when they stopped, and he may of gotten a little sad. Which didn’t really last long because he zonked out about five to ten seconds later.

Meaning he had no idea about the sneaky sneaky nurses and their evil plot!!!1!!11!!

He’s totally looking forward to being able to actually tell what those things Steve stuck on the wall were, though. Hopefully the drugs would of worn down a little bit by the morning. Even if that meant he’d be a little… uncomfortable. Alas, for now, he is left to sleep groggily and dream of Super soldiers, panda bears, and undoubtedly weird nursery rhymes. What a good time.

sirsteverogerssir: Steve blinks as Bucky darts from the room and lets out an exasperated grunt,...

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 17:29:05 +0000

sirsteverogerssir:

Steve blinks as Bucky darts from the room and lets out an exasperated grunt, sinking his forehead into his palm. “Still as stubborn as an ox, I see.” Rather than leave Phil, he opts to remove his phone and shoot Natasha a text.

{Seems Barnes still needs some attitude adjustment. He just bolted out of SHIELD headquarters. Maybe your feminine wiles will be more convincing than my muscle, since Bucky’s always had a weakness for beautiful women. Unfortunately for him, you’re much more than a pretty face.}

He smirks and pockets the phone, then gets an idea and leaves Phil’s side for only a brief moment, returning with a few sheets of printer paper and a pen he’d gotten from the gal at the nurse’s station after some eyelash batting. It’s been a while since he’s drawn anything and after a few silly doodles, he starts to sketch a little portrait of his sweetheart, now that he’s guaranteed the agent can’t go anywhere for at least a few minutes. Every so often, Phil’s eyelashes flicker and Steve gets a wistful grin from being able to really enjoy him like this. The quiet gets to him after a while and he begins to hum to himself, just faintly audible from the door he’d forgotten to close.

((Been a while… maybe I ought to get back into this.))

Phil barely notices as Bucky leaves and Steve gets up to get some paper, in fact he can hardly keep his eyes open half the time, leaving him half asleep when Steve comes back and starts doodling away.

He’s blissfully unconscious until he hears a familiar tune being hummed close by and it finally gives his drug addled mind enough reason to open his eyes and keep them open. Even with blurred sleep vision he can’t help the sorta dopey smile that takes place on his face as he slurs out something about Steve having a nice singing voice. He may even hum along a little bit during the parts he can remember.

sirsteverogerssir: “Sure enough, Bucky. You’re one of the toughest men I know. But no man is an...

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 19:21:35 +0000

sirsteverogerssir:

“Sure enough, Bucky. You’re one of the toughest men I know. But no man is an island. If you don’t mind, I’d like to stop at SHIELD for a minute since it sounds like Phil’s back. You’re welcome to come see him too, Miss Romanov. I’m sure he’d be glad of the company. However…” He glances briefly at Liberty and looks apologetic. “You’ll need your own wheels.”

- - -

~~If Nat tags along das cool but I dunno so I’ll try and leave it open~~

Shortly upon arriving in SHIELD’s lobby, the voice-controlled elevator (which Steve still thinks is a bit glitzy for his tastes but complies with all the same) takes them to the medic floor and they find Phil’s room pretty quickly. He’s not too bashed up but there are several bandages and an arm in a cast. Steve’s heart sinks the tiniest bit and he enters, reaching over and tugging the blinds shut. His voice is sweet like honey and very soft as he sits at the slumbering agent’s bedside.

“Hey, Slugger. Went and got yourself roughed up, did you? If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”

Phil’s eyes slit open as Steve pats his head and strokes his hair with a thumb. Those eyes, normally stern and focused, are now barely functioning and he mutters something about morphine with a wobbly, dazed grin.

((He looks like a sleepy puppy. I shouldn’t think it’s so cute.))

Steve whips his head around and hops to his feet, closing the door and all the blinds and then returning to Phil’s side, easing a hand beneath his head and tugging him into a cautious, gentle kiss, followed by sweetly rubbing their noses together.

“Look at all those cuts I have to kiss better. And that poor arm! Phil, Phil, Phil.” He chides with a soft laugh. After a moment he reaches into his collar and tugs out the shotbead chain, removing it and admiring the ancient, battered dog tags that hang at the end as they jangle just a little. It’s the first time they’ve left his neck in decades. “You’re too loopy to remember what I’m saying… but… I was hoping you’d do me the honor of… of wearing these.” He lifts Coulson’s head again and slithers the chain carefully around his neck, then leans forward and kisses his forehead. Phil looks oddly weak like this; the sight nags at the back of Steve’s mine and reminds him of a cruel truth with which he must someday grapple.

((He’s no God, Rogers. He’s just as vulnerable as any other man.))

Trying to clear the little storm cloud from his mind, he nods toward Bucky. “Honey… you remember my best friend Bucky? Well… it turns out he survived, too. And he let me drag him here. He and Miss Romanov know about us… and Howard… But I’m sure they’re the last people to go babbling secrets.”

Phil is currently high as all hell so you may want to leave a message after the beep.

Seriously. If he could form coherent thought he’d probably be fairly sure he had more morphine in his system than blood, along with a myraid number of other concoctions that were administered in case of accidental poisoning after being captured.

If you wanted any more proof, Bucky looked a hell of a lot like a giant panda bear right now and wow that’s super cute

Phil’s just going to stare

and be high

and incoherent

he’d fairly sure this is important but that’s being quickly shoved to the back of his drug addled brain.

you’re welcome

Abbi is the worst rper ever because it shouldnt of taken thislong to bring Phil back im so soRRY...

Fri, 26 Oct 2012 21:06:37 +0100

~~Abbi is the worst rper ever because it shouldnt of taken thislong to bring Phil back im so soRRY AAA~~

The mission had been going well, perfectly as a matter of fact, and he’d hoped to be back within a short amount of time. Sadly, that obviously hadn’t happened.

One of the superiors had decided to bring along a rookie, for extra training, since it seemed like a routine mission, and it was, up to a point. Until the god damned rookie decided to say something at the wrong time, in front of one of the people they were infiltrating behind the scenes. To put it simply, everything went to shit after that. The quick plan he’d gotten into his head when the group of targets had captured them was to be detained calmly and then to escape using any resources he could find. It was a speciality of his.

but then they kinda maybe took his phone, and there was a text on there he’d been meaning to reply to. He would of let it go since he could of gotten it back later, but then one of the men had the audacity to step on it, rendering the small device useless. He was not amused. So if he had a moment of blind anger and lashed out, he shouldn’t be held guilty for it. He had good reasons. Hopefully everyone would still think they were good enough when SHIELD had come to rescue them after they hadn’t called in for a couple of days, and he’d been sent to medical with a fractured arm, cracked ribs, and a heck of a lot of cuts and bruises.

Totally worth it.

so he’s going to be mildly drugged up and out of the way in medical hell yes

silvertongue-loki: theyrevintage: silvertongue-loki: theyrevin...

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 23:45:35 +0100

silvertongue-loki:

theyrevintage:

silvertongue-loki:

theyrevintage:

silvertongue-loki:

theyrevintage:

silvertongue-loki:

Coulson. Here.

… Apology accepted.

…Seriously?

You keep Stark out of my way.

And you keep the prude blonde out of my way so I suppose it’s a fair trade off.

I’m glad we’ve found a mutual understanding.

You know, if you can keep the big green fellow away from me I might even promise to not stab anyone anymore. Which would be beneficial to Barton at the moment.

I’m sure arrangements could be made. I’d hate to see my best agent get injured.

silvertongue-loki: theyrevintage: silvertongue-loki: theyrevin...

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 23:43:11 +0100

silvertongue-loki:

theyrevintage:

silvertongue-loki:

theyrevintage:

silvertongue-loki:

Coulson. Here.

… Apology accepted.

…Seriously?

You keep Stark out of my way.

And you keep the prude blonde out of my way so I suppose it’s a fair trade off.

I’m glad we’ve found a mutual understanding.

silvertongue-loki: theyrevintage: silvertongue-loki: Coulson. ...

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 23:32:47 +0100

silvertongue-loki:

theyrevintage:

silvertongue-loki:

Coulson. Here.

… Apology accepted.

…Seriously?

You keep Stark out of my way.

silvertongue-loki: Coulson. Here. … Apology accepted.

Sun, 14 Oct 2012 23:26:41 +0100

silvertongue-loki:

Coulson. Here.

… Apology accepted.

Phil was very much enjoying his and Steve’s new type of cuddling. The kind with no...

Thu, 27 Sep 2012 00:39:30 +0100

Phil was very much enjoying his and Steve’s new type of cuddling.

The kind with no clothes.

Totally a welcomed experience, even if Steve was small and awkward again. He would of happily stayed there well into the late hours of the afternoon. Sadly, however, this notion was crushed when, at 6am, he got a call from work. There was an Urgent mission, their top agents were needed or else the whole thing would collapse. It was a simple enough mission on the basics- not too much danger of anyone getting hurt. But definitely not something you wanted to send rookies on. It was too critical to some of SHIELD’s future plans.

So he’d silently snuck out of bed, making sure Steve was wrapped up warm in the covers with a sleepy kitten before he moved to get dressed. He’d probably have to stop at his apartment on the way out. He made sure to leave a note, stating that he had to leave for a few days, but not to worry, he wouldn’t get hurt. He promised.

He wishes he could do something sweet, maybe make Steve breakfast to wake up to before he left, but, there wasn’t enough time. So a promise would definitely have to be made for them having breakfast out when he got back.

It wasn’t long then until he was out of the apartment, a glance directed in the direction of Steve’s bedroom, and on his way to be briefed much more thoroughly on the mission at hand.

sirsteverogerssir: In a fantastically ungraceful flail fit, Steve reveals the effectiveness of the...

Tue, 25 Sep 2012 22:47:47 +0100

sirsteverogerssir:

In a fantastically ungraceful flail fit, Steve reveals the effectiveness of the aforementioned revenge. After a moment he manages to overcome the crippling effects and jams his hands into Phil’s underarms, returning the assault. They wiggle and thrash and laugh like irreverent children until their faces hurt, reveling in the sheer silliness of the moment. Eventually Steve feels the agent’s firm grip on his wrists as they’re pinned above his head and inwardly bemoans his weak, skinny arms. He’s been bested. By a guy pushing 50.

Nice.

“I suppose you win after all, Honey. Now pucker up and claim your prize.” He tilts his head upward and their grinning mouths meet in a sweet little kiss that lasts for a few seconds until a thought hits him. The ensuing gasp jerks his head away and the faint rosy veil on his cheeks gives way to a feverish scarlet. His plump lips hang open.

((Now that the serum’s worn off…))

His body freezes in place as he tries to rationalize the notions in his head.

((And I’m just a regular person…))

His breaths are thready and shallow. He can practically taste his own pulse.

((Phil and I can finally…))

Two pairs of blue eyes meet in a heavy, honest silence. Two warm bodies entangled in a heated, snug, irreverent embrace.

((… make… love.))

Without thinking, he jams their lips back together in hungry, desperate kisses. He’s not sure what he’s brave enough to do, and has no clue why the serum wore off or whether it’ll last, but he knows he’s terrified to waste the chance to be as normal as he can before it’s too late.

“Honey…” He seethes, bucking his head as he nips at Phil’s tongue, hands burrowing beneath his shirts and fingernails digging into his back. He wants so badly to be as articulate as Phil, or as well-spoken, or as eloquent, but all he can do is stammer out another singular word as they dive deeper into abandon.

“B-b-ed… room…”

Phil was really getting into the heat of the moment, mouths moving together and bodies fitting perfectly as their breath mingled and a few grins were slipped in. It was fluid in motion and perfectly performed, even if it was getting a little more sloppy towards the end there. He was so lost in the feeling of it all that listening to Steve’s sweet words and just following what he said straight away seemed perfectly normal.

He’d almost moved to hitch Steve up and just take him straight to the bed, but, his mind reminds him of who he’s actually with- how important they are. So he ends up pulling away slightly, leaning his forehead down onto Steve’s and just breathing for af ew moments before he even tries to say anything. He needs the time to calm down. When he does speak it’s quiet and low. ” Are… are you sure? I don’t want you to feel rushed just because…” He gives a small glance downwards at Steve’s body in its smaller state, indicating to what he means. ” I can wait.”