But imagine that in this Medieval AU scenario, Sam is falling harder and harder for Steve-
-And one day he can’t help himself, he thinks for a moment that he sees a reflection of how he’s feeling in Steve’s face, and he puts his hand on Steve’s…
Steve just looks down at Sam’s hand on his. Sam’s skin smooth and only slightly calloused from horseback riding and fencing, jeweled rings on his fingers, where Steve’s are rough and plain, with short, bitten-off nails-
After that Steve is scrupulously proper with Sam-
still friendly, but he makes it quite clear, without actually addressing the “incident,” that he doesn’t feel anything warmer than close friendship for his employer.
Sam tries not to take it too hard- he is quick to stifle the double shot of longing and humiliation whenever he and Steve have a moment together, and to simply enjoy Steve’s camaraderie and friendship.
That is until there’s a raid on their camp and Sam is separated from his guards- he defends himself with his scimitar and with his falcon, Redwing, flying in his assailants’ eyes, and he survives with only a few minor cuts and scrapes.
When he makes his way back, he’s met by a wild-eyed and frantic Steve taking one look at him and crying out with joy- throwing propriety out the window and running to strongly embrace him.
Steve’s hands can’t seem to stop running up and down Sam’s back, like he wants to make sure he’s really there.
It’s unlike any embrace Sam has ever felt, and between the day’s events and this, he’s bewildered and off his head, and when Steve whispers “I thought I had lost you,” Sam tangles his hands in Steve’s hair and kisses his temple, his forehead, his jaw-
and Steve is kissing him back- wherever he can, kissing Sam’s cheek and his nose and his eyebrow and the lobe of his ear-
Resting their foreheads together as Steve caresses his face, smiling, eyes wet.
“Are you hurt?” Sam asks, clearing his throat and managing to contain himself a little. He doesn’t want to- he wants this frenzy to last forever. Never wants Steve to close himself off from him like before.
Steve shakes his head and leans in, wordlessly asking Sam’s permission.
Their first kiss is deliberate and sweet, Sam opening up to Steve’s tongue as fireworks go off in his head- a dizzy rush of Steve’s taste and scent, and his blood still pounding in his ears from battle.