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

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

"Doll..."

The roughness of his voice sent a jolt of electricity down your spine, warmth pooling in your core despite the simple word sounding more like a question. A plea? A warning? Either was sizzling hot.

Your fingertips caressed his the skin of his waist before making their way up under the fabric, resting curiously over his racing heart, feeling and praising the way it hammered against his ribcage in perfect imitation of your own.

Not the only one affected, sounded sweetly in your head and you moved your hand just a bit higher, only to let your fingers run down with the tinniest trace of nails, stopping an inch from the waistband of Steve's sweats.

"Christ," he choked out, his hands sliding dangerously close to your bottom, drawing you to him in one swift movement, forcing your legs spread wider and your core meet his crotch.

The hot shock of the contact sent your head spinning. God, you wanted him. How much you wanted him... You needed his mouth, his hands, his everything.

As if he was reading your thoughts, one of his hands went to explore even lower, cupping your bottom, while the other sunk into your hair, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. When your tongues met and his hips bucked forward in the aftermath, you moaned into his mouth, your fingers gripping anything in reach. He groaned at the sound, his lips getting sloppy, soon moving away.

His forehead fell on your shoulder, his hands twitching and you recognized that the heat was over, leaving you shivering and wanting. It almost made you whine. Almost.

You fought to catch your breath, to slow down your rapidly beating heart, to chase rational thoughts. Needless to say that after something like this, it was pretty difficult. Your body acted on instinct though. Your fingers threaded in his soft locks, caressing his scalp soothingly.

You felt it too, now, what stopped him.

It was still too soon. Hell, you kissed for the first time only yesterday and you weren't exactly the type to jump into bed after three dates. Steve wasn't either – hell, he was born in an era where officially, sex before marriage was bordering with scandalous. Neither of you was one to put out easily, and while for some people it may looked like you were taking things way too slowly, this wasn't the right time. You couldn't put your finger on why, but it just wasn't.

You kissed the top of his head then, gently pulling on his hair to face him, ignoring the way he... ugh, put some distance between your lower parts.

His irises were blown huge, little wild and little bewildered in perfect harmony with his voice. "You're not mad I stopped?"

Your eyebrow shot up and you couldn't help pointing at your face. "I know you haven't seen me mad yet, but this looks like my mad face?"

"No," he answered truthfully, still short of breath, "but still I'm sorry. I can't, not yet, I-"

Your hand slid from his hair to cradle his cheek. He leaned into your palm, his eyes fluttering shut when he recognized you truly were alright with not continuing what he had started.

"I get it, Steve... somehow, I get it," you assured him in a whisper and he pressed a tender kiss to your palm, his own fingers fixing your no doubt messy hair.

"Thank you."

You chuckled and shook your head. "That's not something you should thank for, Steve."

"It really is."

"Oh yeah, you definitely need to thank me for not being mad that we didn't get on it on the kitchen counter where anyone could just walk in any second..."

"Oh my god-" he groaned, stepping back and freeing you of his touch completely. "You are so much trouble."

You jumped down the counter with a grin, surprised at just how wobbly your legs were. It was totally on him. "Steve, you literally turned by legs into a jello. I'm not sure I'm gonna make it to your room to change, let alone home."

You didn't want to go home, but sacrifices had to be made. Getting you both hot and bothered and then sleep in the same bed might be a very bad idea if you truly wanted to keep your hands off each other.

"Why would you go home?!" he cried out. His expression screamed shock and fright. Fright?

"I mean... I understand if, uhm... you know. Don't want me anywhere around your bed tonight. For... reasons."

"No way. I want to sleep with you!"

You bit your lip to hold back your laughter at such statement. Yeah, you had noticed. You had felt it.

"You know what I mean!" he blurted out exasperatedly when he spotted the expression on your face.

"Okay, okay... it's on you. Whatever you're comfortable with," you offered, smiling up at him, trying your best not to look hopeful. You weren't ready to say goodbye to him yet, but you also understood that while for you it could be difficult to fall asleep when wired for... certain kind of activities, it must have been even harder for him; no pun intended.

"I want you here," he reassured you softly, kissing your forehead. "Now come on. Time to go to b— time to hit the hay."

Your lips twitched when he quickly corrected himself to avoid more teasing.

" 'kay."

Few minutes later, you were falling asleep facing each other, his hand covering yours from a respectable and safe distance. It was ridiculous, it was sweet and considerate and it made you feel the farthest from cheap and easy.

It was the right decision.

You felt loved and cherished and if you were watching Steve long after he seemed to drift off and you even mouthed 'I love you', no one needed to know. For now, it would be your little incredible secret. Tomorrow might be different. Or the day after. When the time would come. You knew you fell in love with Steve Rogers and that was enough.

You closed your eyes contentedly and let Steve's slow periodic breathing lull you into a sleep full of the sweetest dreams.

----Notes:
This got enormously out of hand and it keeps coming. But this is it for this fic. If I give some sort of a form to what's in my head, it will be a part of a series 'Errare Humanum Est' (To Err Is Human).

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