Lessons in Rule Breaking and Other Reader-Inserts*Steve Rogers*Reader*

Lessons in Rule Breaking - Pt.2/2

"No. I appreciated it. Like I said – very enlightening," he whispered softly, his gaze locked with yours, effectively sending your heart racing again.

"Oh. That's great! If you find a movie you think definitely deserves to be watched in somewhat cinema quality, I think we can manage to arrange this again."

"I'd really like that."

" 'kay."

You were so glad when you got out from the theatre, though it wasn't like the lightning was less intimate in the common space of the museum at night. Steve walked by your side to the counter desk where you had your stuff.

"Uhm... next Thursday works?" he asked, sounding quite hopeful and you couldn't help but grin. He really liked it!

"Yeah, sure. It's a date," you blurted out, realizing only a second later how it sounded. "I mean like— did you use to say that back in the day? I meant like 'it's a deal', I didn't-- didn't mean like date date!"

Did he really just lower his gaze, stuffing one of his hands into the back pocket of his jeans as if he was nervous? Hey, you were the nervous one around here! You rather picked your backpack before you could interpret something in a wrong way. Again.

"Oh. That's... that's a shame," he mumbled, peeking at you through his eyelashes. Your lips parted in shock as you stared at his shy smile.

"...what? You— you would-- you would like it to be... a date?"

"Or not. Wouldn't want to make uncomfortable."

Did Steve just ask you out? Did... Captain freaking America asked you on a date? What the hell was wrong with him? Why on Earth would the original hero want to go on a date with you? Of course you would say yes, you wanted to shout it from a rooftop – or maybe just here really, the sound would echo greatly here – but... really?

"...not the word I would use," you choked out finally, after what felt like forever. Though you were entitled – Captain America was asking you out. Come again?

Hesitant smile appeared on his lips, his eyes twinkling. "So... next Thursday? And it's a date? Maybe with a dinner before of afterwards? Steve here is asking."

Was he a mind-reader too?

"Yes, Steve. It's— it's a date."

He examined your face closely, looking as if he was trying to crack a very difficult puzzle. Then he leaned in quickly and placed a light kiss on your left cheek.

"Wonderful. Goodnight."

You blinked in surprise, unable to let out a word or move. Steve disappeared behind a corner abruptly and suddenly the weight of what just happened hit you with full force. You had a date. With this amazing specimen, who was not just incredibly attractive, but also very sweet.

You couldn't hold it anymore. You giggled. You giggled like a schoolgirl. You couldn't believe it. A date. With Steve. You giggled to your palm again and then threw your hands it the air, spinning around, consumed by the euphoria sparkling in every cell of your body.

"Maybe I should take you dancing instead," you heard someone call out and you yelped, stopping abruptly and turning to the source. Steve was leaning against the wall of the very same corner he had disappeared behind, his arms crossed on his chest and slightly amused smile on his lips.

"What are you doing here?!" you whisper-yelled after him, your face red as a lobster. It was probably pointless to hope he hadn't seen your embarrassing schoolgirl moment. Oh god.

He bounced off of the wall, confident in his steps as he walked to you – you were too frozen to run away and hide somewhere you could die of embarrassment in private.

"I realized I haven't offered you a ride home. I wouldn't want you to wander the streets at night alone."

"I always do that," you shrieked, escaping his intense gaze. His brows furrowed.

"Well, I'd like to change that. At least for tonight. I kept you longer than you are usually staying, right?"

"...yes. But it was a pleasure, really."

His hand tentatively rose to your face, cupping your cheek. You couldn't breathe as his head – which meant his lips, his lips were right here, unfairly kissable – bowed to yours, his gaze focused on your face as if nothing else existed.

"It was. Would you let me take you home so I can be sure you got there safe?" he pleaded lowly and you couldn't help it – your gaze flickered to his lips again, because goddammit, so close and so soft; you would know now, the ghost of their touch was still burning on your cheek.

You weren't sure how it had happened, but you were nodding. You couldn't form one coherent thought beside 'Steve is touching me and his mouth is dangerously close to mine'. And the said mouth just spread in a wide smile.

"Thank you."

You had no idea what he was thanking you for, only being able to perceive that his hand slid much lower, taking your own and leading you out.

Steve was no wuss; he didn't bother sneaking out in secret even when he was in the museum long after the closing time. He led you right through the main reception, where you met with Stan-the-guard's wide-eyed gaze – he gave you a thumbs-up. Your face got even redder if possible, but you smiled at him shakily.

When outside, you found out that Steve's definition of safe was a little bit different from yours, but if the man was offering you a ride on his bike, you were not about to say no. When he smoothed your hair before helping you to get the helmet on, you were about to melt, climbing beside him without him even asking you to do so.

"Hold on to me tight," he whispered over his shoulder, readjusting your hold on his firm body. Honestly, if something would happen, you would die happy, because touching the firm muscles on his torso when dying seemed like a good way to go. But if you survived, you might touch it some more, so that was a motivation right there.

"Oh, I will."

Trust me, Steve, I will.

----Notes:
That's it, folks :) Thanks a lot for reading and/or kudos!

Falling off the radar now, I guess. We'll see how long that will last since I have few notes for 'Hands Too Cold' and I really don't want to bury Verdevil forever either ;)