America loses but wins in other ways

America sprawled back on the mat, laughing and panting. “Alright, alright! You win this round, Hawkeye Jr. Or, y’know, whatever you call yourself these days.”

Kate smirked, standing over her, one hand on her hip. “Victory tastes so sweet.”

“Don’t get cocky,” America warned, sitting up. “I’m just giving you a head start.”

“Sure you are.”

Their exchange of barbs was short-lived. With a wicked grin, America lunged, tackling Kate to the mat. The two wrestled, laughing and jostling for dominance. Kate’s quiver of arrows clattered off her back and onto the ground as they rolled, their competitive energy turning into playful chaos.

“Oh, come on!” Kate protested, pinned beneath America. “This isn’t even fair!”

“Fair?” America teased, her tone mock-offended. “You’re the one with the sharp pointy sticks. I’m just leveling the playing field.”

Kate squirmed, trying to wriggle free, but America had the advantage. “Alright, you win!” Kate gasped, giggling as America’s fingers brushed her sides.

“Oh no,” America said, her grin widening. “You don’t get off that easy.”

“What are you—AHH! Stop!” Kate burst into laughter as America’s hands found her sides, tickling mercilessly. She thrashed beneath America, her laughter turning breathless.

“Ticklish, are we?” America taunted, her fingers dancing over Kate’s ribs.

Kate’s face was flushed, a mixture of exertion and embarrassment. “S-stop! America!”

But America was relentless. She leaned in closer, her gaze flickering to the strategically placed hip holes in Kate’s suit. The holes on the hips revealed tantalizing glimpses of smooth, toned skin. America’s teasing grin turned mischievous.

“Y’know,” America mused, her hands moving lower, “you really should’ve rethought this design. Makes it too easy for someone like me…”

Kate’s laughter faltered, replaced by a nervous chuckle. “W-what are you talking about?”

Before Kate could react, America slipped her hands through the hip holes of Kate’s suit. Her fingers brushed against the exposed skin, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Kate.

“America!” Kate gasped, her tone a mixture of shock and mortification. “What are you—”

“Relax,” America said, her voice low and playful. “It’s your birthday, right? Consider this my gift to you.”

“You’ve got such soft skin,” America murmured, her fingers tracing lazy circles. “Ever get that compliment?”

America’s teasing fingers traced the edge of the fabric near Kate’s exposed hip. Her mischievous grin widened as she slid her hand further, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin just above Kate’s pelvis. The deliberate, teasing motion made Kate’s breath hitch.

“America—” Kate stammered, her voice faltering.

“Shhh,” America murmured, leaning in closer. “It’s just a little birthday fun.”

One hand moved upward, brushing against the curve of Kate’s breast then cupping Kate’s breast fully. Kate’s cheeks flushed a deep red as she felt America’s palm press against her skin, her fingers kneading gently. Her nipples hardened under America’s touch. The sensation sent a jolt of heat coursing through her body, making her squirm.

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” America teased, her thumb brushing over Kate’s nipple in slow, deliberate circles.

“America, stop—” Kate’s protest was cut off by a sharp intake of breath as America’s other hand ventured lower. Sliding her fingers along the edge of Kate’s suit, America found the material damp with sweat…and something more.

“Interesting,” America remarked, her tone playful but laced with intent. “Didn’t know I got you this worked up.”

Kate’s legs tensed as America’s fingers approached her most sensitive area. She bit her lip, torn between pushing America away and succumbing to the strange, electrifying sensations coursing through her body.