A Sunday Kind Of Love | 18+ { Steve Rogers}

T•W•E•N•T•Y-O•N•E | Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

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Sorry this chapter is late! My lovely beta and friend has been dealing with a nasty ear infection. Jesse_Winter_Soldier ,get some rest!🖤🖤

As promised wholesome fluffy goodness with a dash of sexy time.

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-Sif

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Steve slipped inside the apartment building, a wall of heat hitting him squarely in the chest. He quickly closed the door before shaking the snow from his person. Mickey, the weekend front desk man, sat behind the round desk. His ebony dreadlocks are hidden under a dark purple bandana as he sits eating a sugar cookie with a piping hot cup of coffee.

"How's it goin', Mick?", Steve asked, approaching the desk and setting his shopping bag on the counter.

Mickey wipes his mouth, "Can't complain, man. These are the best damn sugar cookies I've ever had.", he says, popping the rest of the snowflake cookie in his mouth. "Don't tell my mama I said that.", he chuckled.

"Your secret is safe with me.", Steve chuckled, unwrapping his scarf. "How's Kisha? She should be due any day now, right?", he asked.

"Doc says we're probably gonna have a New Years' baby.", he says, blowing on his coffee before taking a sip.

Steve cracks a smile, "Hey, that's amazing! Keep me posted, yeah?", he says, grabbing his bag up again.

"Sure thing, man. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!" Mickey says. "Oh hey, tell the missus thanks for the cookies.", he hollers as Steve makes his way toward the elevator.

The blonde stops and shakes his head, laughing, Mickey says the same thing every time. "Not married, Mick!", he replied.

"Well, you better do what Beyoncé says.", he's standing up now, "If you like, then you better put a ring on it.", he sings, doing the little dance with it.

Steve steps into the elevator, laughing as he presses his floor, "Soon, Mick, very soon." He laughs when the man pulls a surprised face just as the door close.

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Steve unlocked the apartment; stepping inside, he toed off his boots while sliding his jacket and sock hat off, hanging them up in the closet. Their apartment smelled of vanilla, almonds, and sugar with a hint of cinnamon the further he walked in. The soft sound of an orchestra opening up, then a piano and drums filled the air, a jazz Christmas tune. Michael Bublé baritone voice began to sing, "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas." Steve smiled softly, hearing the song play out. He enjoyed this artist, his voice and style reminded him of Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald.

Steve smiled as he headed to the living room first, where he left his girlfriend curled up on the couch underneath a weighted blanket, the warm glow of the over six-foot tall Christmas tree with different sizes of round white and sliver ornaments hung from the branches, soft white rug lay underneath with various sizes of wrapped presents. The tv screen on Dr.Seuss' The Grinch, not just any Grinch, but the animated movie. Aubrey said it was the best Grinch movie, while Jim Cary was a good actor, she hated how he portrayed the Grinch. Steve had listened to her rant the other night; she was adorable, all fired up. The faux fireplace under the tv was lit up, casting flickers of light and making popping noises; three stockings hung from the mantel where a fluffy burlap garland lay with warm light flicking throughout. He placed a tiny velvet box on one of the tree branches, making sure it wouldn't fall, then moved to put the other two gifts under the tree as well.