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Late-night rendez-vous

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Pairing: Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader

Warning: So there’s a LOT going on here. Staying up late, tension, I- I can’t believe this but maybe this is the most NSFW thing I’ve ever written.

Summary: Carol and Y/N has been best friends ever since they first met at the Avengers tower. Things get a little steamy when they run into each other at 1AM in the morning. In the kitchen. 

A/N: I’m so happy to say that this is finally going to be posted, for my 500 followers fic queue <3 I love you all, thank you for becoming my internet family :)

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You couldn’t fall asleep.

It was almost 1AM, you had the best sheets in the whole Avengers tower (courtesy of being Tony’s friend), and you still couldn’t fall asleep. You turned sideways, upside down, changed pajamas,  and it was not working. None of them were.

So it was going to be one of those nights.

You shivered at the sensation of the cold marble flooring coming into contact with your feet. You kept your hands covered with the oversized sleeve as you slowly slid the door open, imagining yourself in a spy movie as you tip-toed towards the fridge.

The living room and the open kitchen looked so eerie at midnight. Usually, you would give anything for all the noise to quiet down, but to be honest, you missed it right now.

With your toes patting against the floor, you rushed over to the cupboard to grab a mug. If you couldn’t fall asleep, maybe your body would cooperate after a cup of warm milk. Being as careful as you could to not make too much noise, you set the milk to heat up for 3 minutes.

Setting your elbows down on the counter and whipping out your phone, you got back to the new episodes of Harley Quinn’s animated series. The Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy ship that you were expecting did NOT happen in Season 1 finale, so you were obviously expecting it this season. 

A few seconds passes by, and you were already so immersed in your screen, that you didn’t notice a shadow sneak up behind you.

“Y/N!” Carol snatched your waist from behind, picking you up as she hugged you for warmth. You gasped in surprise, your phone slipping out of your grip and clattering on the counter.

“Carol!” As soon as she set you down, you whipped around and slapped her arm playfully, whispering something along the lines of “never do that again”.

“Hey, why’re you up so late?” Her hands immediately reached for the cookie jar, popping the lid open as she tangled her leg with yours, subconsciously pinning you against the counter. 

“I couldn’t sleep. You?” You tried to sound nonchalant as you diverted your attention away from your best friend, and how close the two of you were. 

You have had the biggest crush on her ever since you saw her, but her natural personality made it hard for you to distinguish between friendship and something more. You’d guess the two of you’s closeness is just ‘friends being friends’ for her.

“Binging Black Mirror. That show is actually pretty deep.”

“Yeah- I think that’s the whole point of the show.”

“I totally knew that.”

“Mhm.” You hummed in amusement, your head in the clouds as you stared at Carol’s impossibly attractive jawline.

She noticed your stare, but she didn’t comment. In return, though, she looked back at the pretty hair of yours framing your beautiful face, wondering how anyone could look so pretty in the dead of night.

Silence filled the room, sudden tension building up. Maybe it was just you, but you wouldn’t know. Maybe the lack of sleep was making your brain fuzzy.

The silence was broken by the beeping of the microwave. As you tried to rush over to get to it, Carol grabbed your waist.

It was purely on impulse, she just wanted you to stay in touch with her skin, but she had already done it, and she couldn’t just let this opportunity pass. She knew you were her best friend, and she might lose you if this fails, but somehow, at 1:30am in the morning, this felt like a good idea.

“Carol?” You looked back at her with your heart thumping against your rib cage.

Without answering, she pulled you closer, so close that you could feel her heartbeat against your chest. You unknowingly licked your lips, looking up at her with a mix of surprise and anticipation. 

Next thing you know, her lips connected with yours, the sensation proving that what people said in stories were true. Butterflies. Nothing else to be said. Your whole body tingled with want, and genuine joy that she felt the same as you did.

Carol couldn’t even think properly, your lips were addictive, nothing she’s ever experienced in her whole love life. You’d gotten her all hot and bothered, even with a hoodie and a pair of shorts. You had gotten her whipped, and she knew it.

Breaking apart to catch a breath, you felt more awake than you had been when you first came into the kitchen. Between rough breaths, you chuckled quietly.

“Do you want to come back to my room?” Carol asked, starting to get her breath back to normal.

“To sleep?”

“No, to cuddle.”

“I’m little spoon.”

Carol chuckled as she took your hand, handing you your mug as she led you out the kitchen.

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