Peggy's gaze is cast lower to watch his fingers against her skin, breathing a touch more shallow herself. "I don't know, you're going to have to prove you're very good at fondueing," is Peggy's clear tease, because the look in her eye tells a different story. There is no other man for her but Steve and there won't be.

She presses two fingers to just under his chin to lift his gaze, stealing a kiss to seal that unspoken promise, pressing down against his body even though she hasn't even got her stockings off yet. If they don't hurry, she's going to make quite the mess of her panties. She supposes if that happens, Steve has more than earned it.