Mrs Rogers

✨⭐️Sixteen⭐️✨

I'd crossed a line with Steve, I knew I had. It completely shifted our dynamic again and now we were in this sort of weird bubble where we were making out constantly, he'd get aggressive with me and throw me down on the couch or the bed and we'd roll around for a while before he'd get a little brave and start moving his hands to places he'd never been before and each and every time I would stop him before he got too personal because I felt like we were moving too fast.

Every time he tried to get somewhere with me, I'd push him away or make excuses to separate myself from him and it wasn't because I didn't want to fool around because I would imagine that to be fun. I just didn't want things to go fast and then have it all go wrong and then we'd have to live with each other until the mission was over and then still have to deal with each other after that. I didn't think I was doing it a lot but when Steve slammed his hand on the door frame to stop me leaving the kitchen, I figured he wanted to talk, judging my how hard he was clenching his jaw.

"What's going on with you, Maddison?"

Ooh, full name. "Nothing." I shrugged and attempted to step by him but he wouldn't let me.

"I think there is and I think we should maybe talk about it before it starts getting a little sour." He grabbed my hands so I couldn't walk away from him, he was starting to figure out my moves. "Just one little conversation. Please?"

"I mean I don't think there's anything to talk about but sure, we have a bit of time before we head over to Carla and Gregg's." I caught the eye roll he gave me and if I hadn't have saw it, the way he let go of my hands was the second clue that he was probably a little pissed off with me. I stayed quiet and followed him into the living room and we sat down, he seemed a little uncomfortable.

"Everything ok?"

"I told you I was fine." I shrugged. "What did you want to talk about?" He twisted around to face me more on the couch and paused for a moment as if he was trying to think of what to say.

"I feel like you don't like me or aren't as in to me as I seem to be into you and I'm not sure what's changed." He started twiddling his thumbs and I thought he was a little nuts, I had no idea why he would think that.

"I like you, Steve. It's just--I do like you." I nodded.

"It's just what?"

Shit. "Nothing."

"Right, this doesn't work for me. If you wanna have a conversation, you need to converse and you're not giving me shit, Maddison." Oh shit, he said my full name again. "You're driving me mad!"

"How am I driving you mad?"

"Because I let you touch me in places you won't let me reciprocate and it's driving me crazy and makes me think the reason is because you don't like me enough." I almost laughed in his face because he was almost having a tantrum over it. "Is that true?"

"Steve, you're being a brat." I couldn't help but laugh at him. "I do like you, it's just--You're a little, um, well--"

"What?"

"You told me to stop you if you ever jumped the gun, you told me that. Remember?" He nodded and I grabbed his hand because I did feel kind of bad for making him feel a bit shitty about things. "I've been trying to keep it slow and steady because if you had your way, well, you know."

He smirked. "If you think it's moving fast, why have you been getting me off for the last three weeks?"

I snorted,. "You never stopped me. I know my boundaries, not yours."

"So what you're saying, is that I'm the slut in this relationship?" His eyes widened. "That's not--I don't think we're--I know we're not there, I just meant, well--"