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

If You Stumble... Pt.3/3

Who were you kidding; you still did, even when you craved so much more. The gentle way his lips caressed yours had your bones melt, butterflies in your stomach clipping their wings wildly.

He withdrew torturously slow, his upper lip stuck a bit on your lower as if not wanting to part. You didn't dare to open your eyes, his warmth breath still tickling your mouth. His thumb stroked your cheek, his nose teasingly caressing yours and you were sure he was smiling, content how breathless he made you.

"Goodni-"

It was pure instinct. Your hand flew up to grab his nape to keep him in place, your mouth catching his one more time, finding it spread in a lazy smile. That bastard knew exactly what he was doing to you, but you couldn't say you minded the smugness for once. You just wanted some cooperation and reassurance you weren't completely alone in this.

You got both.

His demeanour changed instantly, his fingers on you sinking deeper into your hair while his free hand went for your hip, sliding skilfully under the hem of his jacket. His lips parted, claiming your mouth in a way that was surely not suitable for the gentleman he was being tonight and you gladly relented, passing the wheel to him.

His arm shifted, sneaking around your waist and holding your close, his tongue teasing your lower lip. You didn't bother fighting the shiver it sent through you. The whole evening of carefully guarded touches had driven you insane – you wanted his hands on you, you needed to taste him until you turned dizzy and you needed to be as close as if you wanted your body merged with his; completely.

The thought didn't even startle you and you gripped on his shoulder, turning your head to free your lips, which clearly surprised him.

"Would you come up?"

His chest heaved, brushing your cheek with every exhale, his whisper deliciously hoarse. "That's not very proper for a lady like you. Definitely not a gentlemanly thing for me to do."

You licked your lips. "Will you be upset if I say I don't care much?"

"Not really."

"Then let's agree that the forties date ended with your little goodnight kiss, alright?"

"Good plan."

You framed his face and sought his lips with yours again, an open-mouthed kiss that had you both clenching your fingers on each other. You tugged on the lapels of his suit jacket then, urging him to follow you. His hand covered yours as he retreated and you eyed him, baffled.

"What?" you breathed out.

"Are you sure?"

Despite the anticipation building up in your core, the undeniable heat, your lips curled up in a smile, touched by the sentiment.

"Very much, Steve."

"Alright," his lips brushed your temple before he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards your building with an echo of your giggle.

Not for the first time, you thanked heavens for the benefits your office provided; your rent was still high, but bearable, your apartment was tiny, but it was your own space. You absolutely wanted your own space and tonight more than ever.

Steve made you practically run upstairs. Three sets of stairs in heels were hell, but the giddiness he was for some reason radiating was infectious. You were dead on your feet by the time you reached your floor, but Steve easily made you forget that when he pressed you against the wall by your door, making it impossible for you to unlock.

You giggled again, letting his mouth devour you, his fingers flexing on your hip as you blindly searched your purse.

"Steve," you chuckled when his lips moved on and brushed a ticklish spot under your ear. "We need to get inside, otherwise— ah- Mrs. Tittle-Tattle from 3B blabs it out to the whole office."