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

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

Then again, you had to give him something.

"It's just... sometimes it's hard to navigate through a relationship. You know what I mean, right?" you whispered, biting your lip when his fingertips slid under your chin, urging you to look up.

Wonder and curiosity changed his expression, no doubt thinking of where this led to, but he didn't press, waiting for you to gather your thoughts. You shied away again under the intensity of his gaze.

"The constant weighting of what is acceptable to do at the moment, how to grasp it. Is it time to kiss? Is he ready to see me without make-up? Should I take things further? Should I ask him about it? Are we going too fast? Is it time to meet friends and family?"

The words suddenly spilled from your mouth and you found yourself unable to stop the waterfall, finally finding courage to meet his eyes properly. His brows were furrowed together now, only for a bit.

"But not with you. It's just... it seems so natural. Easy, right. Am I... am I crazy for feeling like that...?" you trailed off nervously, rewarded by the softest of smiles.

"Maybe. But then it makes two of us," he confessed lowly, his thumb running over your lips this time, striking something in you, making your insides burn and yet, you were ready to fall into his embrace and just cuddle him for eternity. You couldn't decide which you wanted more. Him or him.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly, preparing to confide to him with the final admission.

"I never felt like this. Not so fast, not so... much."

He breathed in shakily, bowing his head only to stop a half an inch from your lips.

Why would he stop for god's sake? The anticipation built up in you within a second. Thrill and concern. He wouldn't reject you, would he?

"Me neither."

You didn't have time to process his words and bask in the light of his confession. He erased the last distance and what you expected to be a sweet kiss to emphasize his words turned out to be a hungry thing very fast.

You had no trouble readjusting to the new situation, breathlessly letting him nibble on your lips, meet your tongue and press you flush against him. Your right arm went around his neck to get impossibly closer while your left gripped his hip. For the second time that day you found yourself trapped between his body and a hard place as he moved you with ease, your backside bumping the kitchen counter.

He tilted your head, his lips leaving yours in favour to draw a torturously slow path down the side of your neck.

"This okay?" he breathed out and your knees buckled when his hot exhale ghosted over the sensitive skin.

Deliberately, your fingers slipped under the hem of his t-shirt, feeling his bare waist. He jumped a little and the sensation of having the same power over him that he had over you filled your veins with ecstasy.

"Is this?"

"So much trouble," he murmured to the crook of your neck. You went to a cardiac arrest when his fingers hook in the neckline of the shirt you borrowed, tugging it aside just enough to reveal your words, his lips brushing each curve of his handwriting. You shuddered at the sensation, your palm going flat on his torso.

"Steve..."

You felt the subtlest graze of his teeth on your collarbone then and your heart positively stopped.

Lord have mercy.

You tugged at his t-shirt, pulling his mouth back to yours, pouring everything he made you feel into the kiss. When he obeyed, you let go with one hand only to prop yourself up onto the counter and sit on it, spreading your knees just enough for him to slip in between. He stumbled, moving a hesitant step forward when you wordlessly asked him to do so.