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

If You Stumble... Pt.3/3

You could feel his smile as your voice wavered at one particular touch of his lips, no doubt saving that information for later to drive you crazy.

"Well, we can't have people talking about you, doll," he murmured, clearly amused and you wondered when had he become such a cheeky tease.

You shoved him away lightly and he obediently stepped back for your benefit; finally digging out the keys, you unlocked the door and stumbled in. You were surprised he didn't follow closely behind you. You spun in the tiny-ass hall, confused and suspicious expression on your face.

Steve was watching you, his eyes roaming all over you, strange glint in them. A dangerous smile spread slowly on his lips as he stepped in.

"The jacket looks really good on you," he praised, biting the inside of his cheek.

The look on his face had you hot and bothered in second – not that you hadn't been before. But now... you felt truly wanted. Desired. Attractive.

You took a step closer to him, searching his eyes, before shooting him a brief smile and leaning closer; only to extend your hand and push the door close. You whispered to his ear, the confidence you could thank only him for still raging in your veins.

"Thank you. But it's yours. I think you should take it back."

You swiftly retreated with a self-indulgent smile, throwing a wink over your shoulder as you made your way inside of your apartment, discarding your heels and purse on the way.

It took him a whole half minute before he removed his shoes and caught up with you, his arms wrapping around you from behind, pulling you up and flush against his chest until your feet dangled over the floor.

"That was very cheeky, doll," he informed you sweetly and you burst out laughing.

You had no clue how he did it, but suddenly his hands were gone, your body was flying and spinning, a yelp erupting from your throat, and the next thing you knew, you were back in his embrace, facing him, your heart threatening to escape your ribcage. Your toes were barely touching the floor.

"What the hell was that?" you asked breathlessly, only to get a grin in return. You just gaped. "When on Earth did you become so cocky?"

"Since I met you," he announced swiftly, catching your lips in a searing kiss.

Your palms framed his face, trying to deepen the kiss as if it was possible. You tilted your head, accomplishing. You were practically breathing each other as your fingers tangled in his strands which desperately needed haircut if he wanted to preserve the military look. You weren't complaining, delighted you had something to grip at. Your belly was searing hot with want when one of his hands slipped under your bottom, raising your even higher.

Holy sweet Jesus, you wanted him so much. If your body wasn't deceiving you though, you could feel that so did he. Trusting him not to drop you, you experimentally rocked your hips against his.

His chest vibrated, whatever sound he released swallowed by your mouth. Oh, your body definitely wasn't deceiving you.

Steve's lips withdrew, slowly lowering you back to the ground, allowing his hands to settle on your hips. You were both fighting for air, his forehead against yours, his eyes snapping open and meeting yours. His pupils were blown wide and you could only guess yours looked the same.

"May I help you with your jacket, miss?" he panted, sending a delicious shiver running down your spine.

"Will I get to help you with yours?"

"If you insist."

One corner of your lips rose involuntarily at his quick response. He pecked your lips and retreated, his deft fingers drawing the zipper of his leather jacket down. Then they travelled to your shoulders, pulling it off, taking your useless thin sweater with it; the items hit the floor with a muffled thud. Steve's eyes never left yours and yet, you would swear they darkened as if was seeing something he liked immensely.