Steve doesn't need any direction. He finishes the last few things between them (shucks his shorts, rolls on the condom) and slides onto the bed, pulls Peggy to sit in his lap. It's not a traditional position by any means but like this, he's in her and they're face to face; his hands span her tiny waist and he can lean in and kiss her as slow and deep as he wants.

"Move," he murmurs, more a breath than an audible sound.