Roswell (S. Rogers & B. Barnes)

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A/N - So Valentines is looking to be at least 3 chapters, this one is just Steve and Roswell, it's their Valentine's morning. But Bucky will be in the next chapter and then smut after that. 

Steve is awake first Valentine's morning, silent as he climbs from the bed and pads softly out of the room leaving Roswell to sleep a little longer, he has a plan to set into motion, he rubs at his eyes slightly as he passes Bucky's room.

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It's a smell that wakes Roswell later; coffee and sweetness but with...something floral. It's different so it alerts her slightly. But she can smell and feel Steve near her as well so it's doesn't raise too many alarms. Roswell stretches a little and then glances to Steve at her side, newspaper in his lap, because...because he's Steve and he likes to have a physical newspaper like the old man he is; Roswell finds it endearing. The newspaper lays ignored, his eyes on her instead, she raises an eyebrow back at him.

"It's so creepy when you watch me sleep" she points out with a teasing smirk. He leans closer and kisses her softly, she hums happily against his lips.

"Happy Valentine's day" he whispers pulling back, she smiles wider at him.

"Happy Valentine's day" she repeats back at him, just as warm. This is the first valentine's day for both of them. Steve never had anyone back in the 40's to celebrate with and after the ice the women he was with around this time missed out because of missions; he takes it as a sign now, that the universe was waiting for the right woman for him to spend Valentine's with. It was waiting for Roswell. Steve turns and grabs the tray off the bedside table before he sets it carefully between them. Breakfast in bed. She looks down at the food, pancakes strawberries and whipped cream with coffee with a fond smile.

"Coffee" he points out. "Just the way you like it....from that machine I have no idea how to work" she laughs looking up at him. "Nat helped" he admits a little. She picks up her coffee as he turns back to the table to pick something else up. "I..urm...I got you these" Steve holds out a bouquets to her, she looks to the flowers and then sets her coffee down to take them from him. "I looked into getting something Scottish" he starts. "But the national flower is a thistle and apparently you can't get thistles in bouquets so...I had to settle for..."

"Bluebells and heather" she whispers warmly, they're beautiful, not to mention the smell. She smiles up at him. "Steve" she starts, he kisses her cheek. "They're perfect" she assures him. He takes the flowers back from her.

"Eat your breakfast, I've got a vase waiting for these" he stands and leaves the room again. Roswell bites her lips and smiles to herself before moving and grabbing a wrapped box from under the bed, she sets it on the bed and readjusts the ribbon, her hands shaking slightly, still nervous about the gift despite Rhodey's reassurance.

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Roswell sits cross legged on the bed when Steve returns, her coffee half drunk, pancakes broken into and the box sat in front of her, Steve raises an eyebrow.

"Yes" she states looking to him. "It's for you" he moves to join her on the bed picking up the box. "If you don't like it...you can tie me up and have your way with me and that'll be your gift" he chuckles a little and leans forward to kiss her.

"I'm sure I'll love it...." he assures her and then raises an eyebrow. "Can I still tie you up?" he asks, she smiles and nods.

"Of course" she promises him. Steve looks down as he opens the box and smiles. The camera has been neatly placed in decorative tissue paper, she still has the box with the instructions for him but she wanted it to look nice. He touches the top of it and looks to Roswell.

"I've been meaning to start" he admits softly, she frowns a little. "We've been together a while now and there are no photos of us other then the ones taken at the school...." he looks to her. "There should be more of us; more taken by us" he strokes her cheek. "One day we're gonna want to show our kids" she cocks her head.

"Kids?" she asks him, he hums a little and smirks.

"One day" he answers; to be honest that came out, but he kind of wants it. Okay he really wants it. Never with any of the other women has it even crossed his mind but Roswell; he can really see it....blonde babies with her eyes, red headed babies with his eyes, they'll have her powers, and he can see them in his head running around a farmhouse in the country; hanging off of Bucky's shoulders, a dog.....he wants that. And he wants it with her. "Come here" he whispers and she carefully manoeuvres herself into his lap, Steve holds the camera to her and she smirks before patiently teaching him how it works, he listens intently because this camera will come to be important to them, he will make it so. He takes it back when he is sure he's got it. He pulls her closer holding up the camera, checks with her, she nods. He takes the photo. Their first real photo. Roswell takes the camera back and pulls free the Polaroid as it prints, shaking it before looking down. She smiles. He's beautiful even in photos. Steve kisses her head and takes the photo from her before standing and moving to the dresser, he carefully places the photo into place against the frame before turning to her. "I have a whole plan" he tells her picking up and bringing his own coffee to his lips. "You and me, honey" he gives her a small wink and she practically melt under it. She truly adores this man.

"I love you" she tells him warmly and full of emotion, just so he knows just how much he means to her. He smiles back.

"As I love you" he counters leaning down to kiss her.