Legal Affairs [Steve Rogers x Reader]

Chapter XIII: Impeachment

"You really didn't have to." you repeat for the third time as Steve's car stops in front of your house.

And, for the third time, he responds, "I wasn't gonna let you take the bus and walk home at night."

Which is fair, especially considering how your neighborhood must look to him. It's not a junkyard, but it's definitely a dumpster. An on fire one. It's not like you think he would judge you, because you know he wouldn't, but, truthfully, you'd judge yourself. Hell, you already do. No matter how hard you work, how much you try, all you can manage to afford is renting this two bedroom house that looks like it's being held up by spit and will alone.

"You know this dark a lot earlier in a few months, right?" you deflect, "I'll have to take the bus to come home."

"Hopefully, you won't have to." he grins at you.

Stupid man making stupid promises that you'll stupidly believe.

Still, you can't help but smile a little at the prospect, and you duck your head bashfully. His chuckle reaches your ears before his hand brushes your cheek and fixes a stray lock of hair. You look up, cheeks still burning, and find an adoring look in his eyes. Without even caring about how the two of you are in a parked car where anyone could see you, you lean forward, asking for a goodnight kiss.

Steve doesn't hesitate to press his lips to yours in a slow, languid kiss, one hand on your cheek to hold you closer, the other on the gear stick, knuckles brushing the exposed skin of your thigh, a perfect balance of mellow and thrilling that only he can manage.

"I think your brother is spying on us through the window." he murmurs against your lips, and you can both feel and hear his grin.

You chuckle, shake your head and press one last peck on his lips before pulling away. "Goodnight, Steve."

As you exit the car, you can hear him say it back, but you don't turn around. It's better not to be tempted, after all. Still, you don't hear the engine roar back up to life until the front door is closed and locked behind you. It's such a little thing, but it feels like a grand gesture to you.

"So, I gather that went well?"

You turn around, not even bothering to wipe the giddy smile off your face to hide it from Lucas, who is sitting at the kitchen table and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Maybe it's the adrenaline, because you don't remember feeling this light and carefree in years, but you burst out laughing and almost run to hug him. The angle is awkward, with you half bent down to squeeze his shoulders tightly and from the side, and he even groans a little, but you don't really care.

"It went way better than well." you finally let him go, dropping down on the chair next to his.

You should invest on a couch, because chairs are the least comfortable place to have conversations.

~

The first few weeks are heavenly. Steve is still on vacation from work, so the two of you get to spend all day, everyday together. You have to start doing double shifts again, because the two of you have a hard time keeping your hands off each other. It's mostly just kisses and some heavy petting, because you still can't shake off your skittishness over Peggy finding out, but there has been a quickie once or twice. You can't say you aren't satisfied, because Steve clearly takes pleasure in pleasuring you.

There's still that feeling, however, that drop in your chest whenever you have to go home for the day. Your time with him is filled with adoring blue eyes, whispered promises, thrilling touches, but your days always end with facing the harsh reality.

Steve hasn't mentioned the divorce since that night, and is still evidently guilty whenever Peggy's name is uttered. You try to ignore it, try to trust his words and wait patiently, but the weight of the situation becomes heavier each day. Even Lucas has noticed, and he tries to soften the blow by making your favorite dinner, hugging you as soon as you get home, even trying to do as much housework as he can. Still, it's almost August now, and he'll be going back to school soon. All you'll have to welcome you home will be his exhausted eyes after a long day of studying and practicing, and the added weight of the prospect of college.