“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Ms. Rogers,” he kisses her cheek, then her neck. “Long as it means I’m yours.”

He falls with her, bracing himself above her with his left arm; it puts him leaning above her now. He nuzzles against her neck, soft, barely-there kisses whispered across skin in a languid manner. “It wasn’t my original intention buuut… I’m not complaining about it happening,” he admits, a quiet hum of words in her ear.