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

The Best Mistake of My Life - Pt.5/7

"Not particularly...?" you answered, not sure where that headed.

Looking back, you really should have understood what he was asking. Then again, the pleasant surprise of his fingers gently finding your jaw and tilting your head so he could kiss you right on the lips, warm and soft and sweet, was worth the lack of your brain function. You melted, your palm finding a way to lie flat on his very bare chest, feeling every expansion of his ribcage, his skin burning. He deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair enough to make you notice and boy, did it do things to you. You sighed into his mouth, content and yet needy for more, a second from climbing into his lap, too fast development be damned.

Just as you were out of breath, he released you, his thumb drawing a soft circle on your cheek. It was cliché, but your fingertips were literally tingling with euphoria and excitement.

"Wow," you breathed out, still feeling his breath tickling your lips as he had barely moved away. "Can I stay another night? Can I be woken up like this every morning?"

He gave a breathy laugh, making your eyes snap open, and you could see blown black of his pupils, the gleam of wanting more now diluted with giddiness.

"Can't say I'd complained," he admitted with a lopsided smile radiant on his kiss-swollen lips.

God, he was so handsome. Had you mentally noted he was handsome before? You still couldn't believe it.

"That an invitation?"

"I mean, if you convince Tony..."

"Oh god, I take it back," you groaned, falling back to the sheets dramatically, rewarded with Steve's light-hearted laugh.

He laid down on his side then, propped on his elbow, watching you with a soft smile. "Thank you for staying."

You let out what surely was a very unattractive snort. "'Cause not having to go home and not having to hail a cab in the middle of the night was a real sacrifice..."

Steve was fully grinning now, dropping a playful kiss on your nose, which made you giggle.

"I know, my lady. Let me make up for the hardship you had suffered through with making you breakfast."

"You sound like Thor. Also, offering breakfast to a girl? You are a dangerous man, Steve Rogers," you stated, the stupid smile simply not disappearing from your face no matter how much you tried to get it under control; so you gave up on that. "You seem to know just the way to my heart."

"I sure hope so. Are you coming with the adorable bedhead or do you want a minute?"

You gasped at the cheeky comment, grabbing the pillow by his head to smack his stupidly perfect skull.

His laughter filled the room and you felt like the happiest person on Earth.

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When Steve led you to the communal kitchen and dining room ten minutes later, you were surprised to find three people already there. Clint was sitting at the bar, his head resting in his palm, a mug of coffee hazardously close in your opinion, just in case he would actually fell asleep; Bruce was sitting nearby, watching over him, while Natasha was standing at the cooker, making...

"Are those pancakes?" you gasped, your stomach instantly reacting to the smell, making you squirm in humiliation. Steve at your side chuckled, while Natasha grinned at you.

"Yep. There's enough for you too. Unless Steve wants to impress you with his own cooking skills," she teased and winked at him. He smiled bashfully in return.

"I mean... maybe next time? Since you already started..."

"Oh-ho, so there will be a next time?" Clint wolf-whistled, startling you with both the question and sudden sign of life.