It didn't make sense.
The idea that your mom cut you off and ignored you just like that. Surely you assumed she would try and force you to 'succeed' (In quotations because to her, succeeding is doing whatever she tells you to do.) So, you decided to take a trip.
A road trip, out of the city into your hometown of Newfield. To hopefully find some answers and pester your mom about cutting you off when you're a full grown adult.
Which, sure. You should be in control and making your own money by now and not depending on your mom for finances. However, she didn't allow you to get a job nor did she tell you how to get one, or work one. You had to find that out on your own. And it was a stressful and difficult experience. One that you want to forget completely.
Steve insisted on going with you, no matter how many times you said you'd be fine on your own or how one of your friends would happily carpool with you. He wanted to be there to keep you safe. Because, the thought of his girl going out alone at night in some far off ruel town out of his reach, made him shudder. Who knows what could happen to you? Especially in this day and age.
His mom also taught him to be the perfect gentleman, so naturally he wouldn't let you go out alone. Especially at night. When the two of you finished packing and throwing everything into the trunk of the SUV Steve rented, you hopped in the driver's seat, putting your hand up, "Nope. I'm driving. Get your ass in the passenger's seat, mister." you protested and he chuckled.
You slid in Taylor Swift's version of RED into the cd player and belted State Of Grace, along with All Too Well. Steve also sang along, knowing most of the words by now for how much you listen to her. He's started to enjoy Taylor as much as you did. Well, not as much considering he's still a sucker for those old 40's songs.
This is the state of grace, this is the worthwhile fight. Love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right. These are hands of fate, you're my Achilles heel. This is the golden age of something good and right and real.
Hours -and multiple pit stops- later, you made it to Newfield. Nostalgia rushed over you as you drove on the familiar roads, and through the red roofed bridge. Steve was in awe as he looked at where you grew up. You pointed out specific landmarks that triggered certain memories. The school you went to, the field where you played your soccer, baseball, and field hockey games. The gymnasium where you played basketball on the weekends. And the community pool where you won the fastest swimmer competition.
You pulled up to a small, one story motel. It wasn't five stars, more like three, but it was all you could get in such a short distance to your house. When you checked in, the two of you threw your bags on one of two queen beds that looked like they haven't been updated since the eighties. In fact, everything in the room reeked of eighties cheesiness. It smelled of old cigars and beer, possibly hadn't been deep cleaned in a hot minute. The brown dresser across from the beds doubled as a TV stand for an old y2k box TV and next to it was the remote and a holy bible.
The only window was the one that faced the parking lot next to the left side bed. Dusty vintage floral curtains hung in front of it, above an AC that probably didn't work.
The green carpet complimented the beige striped walls with brown trimming on both the top and bottom. A picture of a forest was hung on the wall next to the right side bed.
"Yep, I call the bed with the weird probably haunted picture!" you exclaimed. Steve came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered,
"So you're not sleeping with me?" he tried to sound hurt.
"Oh cool it, Rogers. So needy." you teased.
His hand moved down until it reached the hem of your dress, rubbing the fabric against your core making you moan.
"Now who's the needy one?" he chuckled.
A few minutes later the two of you were moving towards the bed.
"Are we really gonna have sex on what probably hasn't been cleaned since 1986?" you questioned as you gazed up at him.
"Yep." was all he said before moving in between your legs and licking a bold stripe up your center. You cried out loud when he added his fingers, causing him to put on a self satisfied smirk.
When he pushed all the way in, he groaned loudly. Probably because the two of you hadn't hooked up since the day you got that crappy job at Macy's. How have you gone this long? You have no idea.
Though, Steve was a gentleman. He never was the one to initiate it first, allowing you to take the lead for the most of it. But this was new. He was the one who started it, and that turned you on like you've never been turned on before.
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New Romantics
Fanfiction(Steve Rogers x reader) A uni au because I felt like it. This is also an idea I want to attempt to execute so don't expect consistent updates. Also be prepared for longer chapters, yay!
