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

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

It was that little sound that made him stop, release a whine on his own, but causing his lips to curl up in a smile against your skin. He eased his hold on you, putting you down and pecking your cheek tenderly in the process.

"Sorry. That was... out of line," he breathed out and for the first time, you noticed you weren't the only affected by your make-out session.

His breathing was as raged as yours and it definitely wasn't just his muscles that had been pressing against your body, which you only realized when he put some distance between you. Still, he didn't stop touching you, his dark eyes boring into yours.

"You- you hear me complaining?" you stuttered, licking the taste of salt and something distinctively Steve off of your lips. His gaze flickered back to your mouth at that tiny motion, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"No."

"Take a hint then. Also, I started it, so it's on-- well, technically, your silly talk started it, I mean... ugh," you huffed and the corners of Steve's lips rose in a smile at your babbling. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? And this was... really nice."

The sorrow and doubts were long gone; a twinkle of something mischievous flickered in his eyes.

"Noted. I'll talk silly more often, Madam."

You giggled, running your hands over his shoulders to preserve sensation for later. "And you called me trouble."

"That's 'cause you are. Now we're both drenching in yellow," he announced, cheeky.

Oh shit! He was right! The paint wasn't soaking through your dress as it was through his t-shirt, but the stains were definitely there.

"Crap! Is it washable? Is Natasha gonna be mad?"

Steve snickered, dropping a kiss on your forehead before taking a step back. You were wrapped in cold again, not liking it in the slightest. "I'll wash it for her. She'll probably pat my back or something if she learns how that happened... or yours."

You laughed before you settled on a simple smile. "I'm glad you have such encouraging friends... no, seriously. I like them. Thank you for today."

"They like you too in case you haven't noticed. And today's not over, you know? Movie night ahead. Tony picks," he grimaced at that. "Mind if I take a shower first? You can ask Jarvis to ask Natasha for... more clothes."

You smirked. "Why would I do that? I'll be fresh from shower. I'll just take my yesterday's pyjama," you teased, watching Steve's lips part.

"Trouble. You are trouble..." he exclaimed, making his way to the shower, looking like he was trying to stop himself from doing something stupid. You kinda liked certain kind of stupid on him, you decided. Like... the make-out session. That was a very pleasant kind of stupid. And it showed you that he might be as crazy about you as you were about him.

"You like it!" you called after him, feeling confident and giddy.

"I do!"

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Movie night was a very organized event at the Avengers Tower, as you found out.

At seven o'clock, Jarvis asked which meal from the restaurant Bruce had picked (because it was his turn) each of you wanted. Twenty-five minutes later, everyone gathered in the living room, Bruce bringing the take-out, Tony asking Jarvis to put on a movie of his choice – because it was his turn.

"Look at you.... Any reason you took a shower?" Clint sing-sang, taking his box from Bruce's hands.

You rolled your eyes while Steve replied. "I was working out and someone shot paint arrows at me. You were there if I recall correctly."