You Know - S.R (3/6)
Summary: Dear heart, the term “faking dating” didn’t mean go and fall in love with him, especially when he’s not yours to begin with. (Office/Fake Dating! Reader/Steve Rogers)
Prompt: Kiss at the theater
A/N: This is for @barnesrogersvstheworld‘s kissing challenge. i am sorry if this chapter sucks ;A; drinking and sort of dirty jokes in this chapter!
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Nat, help me! I’m trying to look cute for Friday!
Nat: Okay, send me pics of your outfits.
You know that you shouldn’t be asking Nat for help when it comes towards choosing an outfit for your date with Steve tonight. However, the more time you spent with him --mainly during lunch-- had your heart jumping like it hadn’t for quite some time now. You were going to make the best of the situation at hand and if that meant just having some fun with Steve for the month -- well, then you were going to take what you could get aside from helping him with getting some info on Nat.
Killing two birds with one stone seemed like a good idea.
You nod and accept the idea before going through your closet and sending pictures of your chosen outfits for tomorrow night.
Steve Rogers is nervous as hell when he sees Friday coming to an end. He couldn’t sleep the night before and while he had been getting used to you in general through your lunches together, this was completely different -- this was his first real date in more than a year, his date with the cute co-worker he had been crushing for the past six months. He had trouble breathing and almost went back to the 13-year asthmatic that couldn’t talk to the pretty British transfer student.
“Come on, Rogers,” he tries to amp himself up before heading down the hallway that houses both your offices, “You’ve done this before.”
He had a handful of times, but that never stopped his heart from thumping like crazy. Steve took some steady steps down, blue eyes glance at the widow into your office. You were typing on your company laptop, but you were wearing a button up sweater in which he couldn’t see what you were wearing, thus keeping what you were planning on wearing to your first date a secret from the poor man.
You catch him peeking and you wave with a bright, teasing smile that Steve can’t help but frown at, which leads to you laughing loudly as it echoes through the walls and rings into his ears. He just shakes his head before going into his office.
It takes Steve a good while before he can really start working on his latest project, to the point that he misses your usual lunchtime. It’s then that he realizes that you hadn’t asked to have your usual lunch time together as you had been doing for the past week. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, as he watches from his office window a certain redhead pass through and give him a wink.
“What have I gotten myself into?” he can’t help but breathe out in a mix of worry and anxiety.
Steve was slowly coming to realize that your true, outside of work, personality was full of teasing snide and bubbly laughter was going to kill him before the month was over.
He was also coming to realize that -- he was okay with that.
It’s different going to lunch with a co-worker than going out of the office with them after working hours, so you two decide to meet a few blocks down in the cafe that you are familiar with. Steve gets there first, since you are still on call with a student and it surprises him how chic you taste can be what with the cafe having nothing but bread and salad options, but very strong coffee and lattes. He waits half and hour with a cup of coffee that gets refilled twice before he sees you running into the shop from the window.
Light blue summer dress, gray cardigan, and dark flats.
“I’m sorry, the poor kid was totally freaking out over his classes,” you admit while taking a seat across from him. Steve is temporary blindsided by how cute you can look compared to how professionally you usually dress, “We match!”
“W-What?” he can’t help but stutter out, as he sees you pointing to his shirt and your dress, though there is a quip on your lips that tells him that you have caught him staring.
“I’m glad you like the outfit,” you admit softly, as he takes a sip of coffee and hoping that he isn’t blushing, “So, I have two ideas for our ‘date’ tonight.”
“Shoot.”
“Jazz club or movie,” you state without giving him any further information, as Steve perks up to the first idea.
After agreeing on the jazz club (which had been Nat’s idea), the two of you head to the subway and get off a few stops before hitting Central Park. Fury’s from what the redhead had told you was a jazz club that served some good drinks with an eclectic taste in music and requests, depending on the time of the day. Friday was one of their busier days, but it was a good place to easyup and talk, which is what you wanted for yourself and Steve after the long work week.
Soft music rolled onto you like waves when you entered the establishment and proceeded to take a seat not that far away from the band that was playing. You ordered the drinks from a man with an eye patch that gives you a nod, like he knew you. Steve was looking around at the dark contrast of the hazy windows and dark interior of the place, though they never overtook one another. His eyes sparkled and his shoulder let go of the weight that they had been carrying, which made you smile -- this place was a success.
“Good place,” Steve nods, as he takes in the band a bit more, thrumming his fingers for a moment in the wooden table. You’re glad he enjoys it, but you don’t ever plan on telling him who chose it.
“Thanks,” you state as your drinks and some additional side dishes come in. You look up in confusion only for the bartender to nod at you again before going back to work. In your confusion, you decide to move your talk with Steve towards something else, on what you could help him with.
“Okay, okay,” you state, after taking your first drink, “What Steve Rogers’ idea of the perfect woman?”
“I don’t know really,” Steve shrugs before taking a sip of his own, as he explains, “Sharon was always dedicated, serious when it came to her career. I guess, we were both athletic, running and playing basketball -- went to the movies on weekends, partied with friends. We just had fun, at least I thought we did.”
“Ah, so you like the serious type of gals,” you state, as if giving out a fact, to which to add, “Nat is kinda of like that too.”
“Okay, then what’s your type?”
“I think I called them muscular jerks once,” you state, like you have a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, “Those guys that kinda of look like Arnold Schwarzenegger, but have zero personality. Kept going after them and look what that got me.”
“They sound horrible,” Steve can’t help but agree, “But, I’m guessing that means we both have to start looking elsewhere.”
“I’m guessing you’re right, Stevie,” you can’t help but admit as you take another shot as Steve gives you a sardonic smile in agreement, though his heart is going into overdrive over the sudden nickname.
The drinks keep coming for a while longer as the two of you keep playing twenty questions with one another. You learn that Steve born and raised Brooklyn boy that hasn’t always looked like this when he was younger, that he was even lucky to be alive. His father had died when he was young and his mother was a retired nurse that still lived in their old apartment, though he hadn’t seen her in quite some time. His best friends were utterly in love with each other, though out of the picture at the moment.
Steve Rogers sounded like a lonely person, but you really couldn’t say that your life was any better than his at the moment. You take another shot, to forget the thought, before changing the subject.
“Tell me on thing that nobody else knows,” you exclaim as he thinks about for a while, the alcohol in his system leading him to giggle like a schoolgirl at whatever he is thinking. You wait in excitement as he leans into your space, his breathing brushing lightly over your ear.
“You play the trumpet?” you question as he starts laughing even more, before he explains it a bit more which leads to you letting out a loud laugh, that catches the attention of several other patrons as you smack the man on the shoulder.
“I’m gonna have to keep my eye on you, Steve Rogers,” you huff out but instead of being meet with a scoff and instant rejection, like Sharon did when he tried to throw a dirty joke here and there, all he was meet with was bright eyes and little giggles escaping your body over the joke long after he had shared it.
It was refreshing sight and he couldn’t help the warmth taking over his chest.
The two of you eventually leave the club close to 8pm and decide to take a walk in Central Park, as you head towards your apartment. Though, you aren’t sure if it's the evening summer heat or being held by Steve that is causing you to feel a bit warmer than usual -- maybe it was even the drinks still coursing through your body. You hadn’t planned on letting go so loosely, but something about him told you that it was all right and that he could take care of both of you.
The steady pace you were walking and the large bottle of water you were sharing was proof of that and as you got closer to your apartment you didn’t want to let him go -- to be left alone in that cruddy little apartment you lived in.
Time is a cruel mistress though, as you end up in your apartment entrance. Steve gave you a soft smile, as you took the first step up only to look at him with bright eyes.
“Tonight was good,” you start of timidly as he agrees, “Would Sunday be a good for another date?”
“Sunday’s perfect,” he answers back softly causing you to grin.
“Good, good,” you state with a bubbly laugh, as you give him a peck on the forehead from where you are standing before waving goodnight and heading inside.
You don’t see the immediate aftermath as the man is left standing there with a huge, lovestruck grin for a good while as you do a small dance in the hallway in absolute giddiness over the aftermath of all this.
Unknowingly, each other’s heart already being stolen by the other.
Thank you! Thank you! I love you <3.
Nat: Okay, I think I am going to need details if you are so happy. Spill!
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