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

Grease and Pearls - Pt. 2/3

He went to greet her, the swing in her step enough to have his mind wandering – and then she actually stepped away from the sunlight and he thought he was losing his mind.

The dress  she was wearing was... different. Dark blue polka-dot appeared both elegant and playful on her, had no sleeves whatsoever; he would handle that, maybe. But shit, barely any neckline; no, the straps of her dress were only two pieces of fabric tied behind her neck. Shoulders completely bare, neckline hazardously low – definitely unusual on her, offering a peek of her cleavage, not slutty by any means but definitely tempting.

He was so fucked.

"Heya doll," he said, desperately trying to keep his cool and think about literally anything that her breasts. She smiled at him, radiant. "Whatcha doin' here?"

"Hi Steve! I only came to see you," she shrugged, looking around the garage with curious eyes, giving each of his colleagues a brief polite smile, lingering on Bucky for a bit as she had met him before. "Is it a big inconvenience?"

"No, of course not!"

Bucky coughed, sputtering "whipped" in between, that jerk, causing her to shoot him a confused glance before turning back to Steve.

"Uhm... are you leaving any time soon? How far are you with repairs for the day?"

Honestly? He had stuff to do, but fuck it, he could work only on the absolutely necessary shit only and finish tomorrow – he was not gonna pass on that opportunity.

...Yeah, he was probably whipped, okay. So what.

"Almost done, doll," he announced. "I'll make time for ya', ya' better believe 'dat. Come 'ere, I'll show ya' somethin'."

He nodded in the direction of the Subaru he was working on momentarily, gesturing for her to take a seat if she wanted, hastily wiping it. She smiled at him shyly as he started talking, explaining what he was doing and once again, he found her utterly adorable. She clearly saw all of those things for the first time, barely understanding a word or two of what he was saying, but she listened to him intently, asking a question every now and then, making sure she got it right.

Steve was even confident she could name some of the parts by the time he was finished. He took a quick shower in the stall in the backroom he had only learned to use recently, avoiding it before for a good reason – it was slightly rusty and only had cold water. Luckily, today he could use a cold shower for more than one reason.

Needless to say, he was extremely fast in his clean-up, genuinely worried what the guys were doing to her in his absence.

To his own shock, he found her smiling widely, her irises crinkling with amusement, a satisfied grin on Thor's face. Steve took a calming breath, fixing a smile for his girl, gently taking her elbow. Fuck off, Odinson.

"Shall we?" Steve asked impatiently, desperate to get her out of the claws of his dirty – in both figurative and literal sense of the word – friends.

"Of course. It was nice to meet you, Thor, Pietro, Bucky." She even gave them a sweet wave as Steve lead her away.

"See ya', guys!" Steve threw over his shoulder, shooting them a glare as he caught them with their head tilted, inspecting her legs and ass. They swiftly returned to their stations.

"So... whadaya' wanna do?" he asked once they were out of earshot, the warm breeze carrying the loud burst of laugh of Steve's colleagues to them, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Would you show me where you live?"

To say that Steve was taken aback was a damn understatement. But once again, her eyes were so full of hope and excitement that he couldn't but comply. The very moment they entered, he went to hastily pick up abandoned socks, making the bed a bit more presentable, throwing away the beer can he had left on his counter, mentally cursing himself.