"I've missed you, Steve Rogers," she murmured and leaned into the kiss. The two steered each other into the bedroom and she was so greedy for the feel of him, she all but climbed up his frame.
She watched from the bed as he dressed, fighting the panic this was the last time she'd see it. Looking up to his face, she shook her head. "As nice as that would be, I don't want to invite anyone to here with you in it. It's asking for a tac team to drop in." She waved at the kitchen. "When I cook, when I get the chance to, I still make... Well enough for the two of us. Old habit. See what's good."