It was super late—way too late for either of you to be awake. The only sound in the room was the ticking clock and the occasional rustle of crisp sheets. For some unknown reason, you were remarkably restless, tossing and turning. With a heavy sigh, Ben rolled onto his back and threw an irritated arm over his face.

"Are y'gonna settle, or do I need t'tie ya to the bed?” His voice was rough with sleep, a low grumble that you could barely hear.

You laughed to yourself in the dark, turning to face him. “Kinky.”

Ben barked out a short laugh at that before lifting himself up to rest on his elbows. "I thought I was the super soldier. I'm supposed t'be the one who has enough stamina for twenty fuckin' rounds, not you. Now lie down, I'm not gonna deal with your sleepy ass tomorrow."

You couldn't help but move closer to him, draping yourself over his broad, shirtless chest like you did often. Your hand traced over the dark hairs that trailed down his superhumanly strong abdomen. He huffed softly and grabbed your hand, guiding your hand up to feel his sleepy pulse instead.

You could faintly see his cautiously fond expression in the moonlight shining through the cracked curtains. "...How 'bout you lie on me? Think that'll help?"