my favorite part • chris evans (bwwm)

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Phoenix opened her eyes to a spinning room and a mind-splitting headache. Her hand came up to squeeze her head before she rubbed her eyes.

"Oh fuck." She mumbled the second she looked over and saw Chris sleeping peacefully next to her. He was laying directly on top of a white memory foam pillow with his arm sprawled across her waist.

She mentally scolded herself for not only getting into bed with Chris but not remembering an ounce of what happened the night before.

'Did I sleep with him?' She thought to herself before ruling it out entirely. 'If I slept with Captain America, I would've remembered.'

After about a minute of laying in the same spot, she decided to wake Chris. She contemplated smacking him in the face in pure movie fashion but ruled against it as quickly as the thought entered her mind. Instead, she straddled him, shaking him awake.

It didn't take but one good shake for Chris' eyes to shoot open and he smiled at the sight of Phoenix sitting on top of him.

"Hi." Chris gave her a weak smile after closing his eyes again and placing his hands behind his head.

"Hi." Phoenix smiled back as she allowed herself to examine his gorgeous features without the fear of him noticing. "Did we...?"

"Have sex?" Chris laughed. "Of course not! You were fucking wasted. Plus, you would've definitely remembered."

"See, that's exactly what I was thinking."

"Was it now?" He opened his eyes again with a chuckle before looking down at his body, where Phoenix sat directly on top of his manhood. "We might have a problem if you don't get off of me like this though."

"Oh I'm so sorry Chris! I didn't know I was sitting on- well actually I did. I felt it a little bit there at the end but I didn't mind it." She practically whispered the last part while removing herself from his body. "Did I hurt you?"

"Definitely not. On the contrary, actually." 

"Oh." Phoenix spoke while avoiding his gaze. She could see him sticking up from the corner of her eye so she took the pillow from directly under his body and placed it over his man parts.

"Was that completely necessary?" Chris laughed.

"Captain America can't be seen with boners. What would the children say?"

Chris hooked an arm around her hips and pulled her into his body before brushing his lips against hers. "I don't think you're much of a child."

Rather than responding, Phoenix took a moment to look into his beautiful blue eyes, silently admiring how handsome he was while he gently ran his fingers up and down her back. It was the first time since she woke up that her headache seemed to diminish.

Chris couldn't contain his surprised expression as she straddled his torso for the second time. He instinctively rested his hands on her waist, stopping to stare into her big brown eyes before planting another kiss on her soft, pink lips.

After about 10 or so minutes of making out, he lowered his hands so that they were now resting on her butt. Chris then pulled away from Phoenix so he could look her in the eyes.

"Is that okay?" He asked kindly.

Phoenix nodded which was all the permission Chris needed to continue their make out session.

Running her hands down his chest, Phoenix stopped at the hem of his sweats and without hesitation, she proceeded to pull them down. She then stuck a hand in his boxers but before she could go any further, Chris rolled them over so that he was hovering over her body.