Legal Affairs [Steve Rogers x Reader]

Chapter X: Accomplice

There's always those few moments that come just as you wake up, the ones where you haven't yet fully woken up and you're unaware of anything other than the cozy sleepiness that's blanketing you. But then, like a boulder dropping on your chest, reality sets in.

You and Steve have very different versions of that moment.

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There's something buzzing under your arm. You try shrugging it off and settling back to sleep, but your brain has decided it has more important things to do than resting. That's when you feel the slight crick in your neck, and you notice that your head is resting on something too narrow and firm to be your pillow. Then, there's some hair tickling your cheek.

Your eyes fly open to meet the dark living room. This isn't your house, it's the Rogers'. You aren't in your bed, and the thing you're laying your head on is an arm. Someone is breathing deep, almost snoring, right behind you, and you can feel their chest brushing your back with each intake of breath.

Memories of the previous nights flood your mind, and you tense up immediately. That slight has the ache between your legs and on your asscheeks flare up. What have you done?

No, you know exactly what you've done, and that makes it even worse.

The buzzing under your arm starts up again, a flicker of light peaking out of the corners of your phone, which is laying screen down on the couch and pressed under the weight of your heavy limbs. Carefully, you twist just enough to grab the phone, immediately lowering the brightness.

On the top of the screen, you read that it's almost six in the morning. Right below, there's an endless stream of texts from Lucas.

[10:37 P.M.] Luke: dude where r u

[11:03 P.M] Luke: when r u getting home

[11:45 P.M.] Luke: i sincerely hope ur getting dicked down somewhere cause im starting to think u got kidnapped

[12:09 A.M.] Luke: k im going to sleep but u better be here when i wake up

[05:03 A.M.] Luke: im seriously worried

[05:03 A.M.] Luke: where the duck r u

[05:04 A.M.] Luke: *fuck whatever

Then, there's a bunch of missed calls, before the messages start coming back in again.

[05:11 A.M.] Luke: are you dead

[05:11 A.M.] Luke: i gotta get ready for my shift but im seriously calling the police if you dont answer soon

Then, two missed calls later, there's the final message.

[05:48 A.M.] Luke: heading to work. u better fucking respond before my lunch break or ill report you missing istg

The dread you feel at putting him through so much worry is maybe even worse than the guilt about the reason why it happened. You shoot him a text as quickly as possible.

[05:57 A.M.] You: i'm alive, i'm so sorry

Thankfully, Steve isn't leaning on you too much, so you slowly slide out of his hold with no more than a displeased groan. The glow of your phone's screen helps you navigate through the living room, skirting around the table that still has empty beer bottles on it and picking up your bra and shirt that are laying a few feet away from the couch. When you put them on, you feel the sticky remains of the previous night on your chest and nearly gag. Your phone buzzes again.

[06:01 A.M.] Luke: im gonna fucking kill u

[06:01 A.M.] Luke: u scared the shit out of me