She's sure that her nipples have never been quite this sensitive or receptive before, but possibly, she's been dreaming of this since Camp Lehigh when she first caught that skinny little soldier's eye and learned of his bravery. He's still the same man, through and through, but good lord, does she enjoy some of the benefits of the serum. She works to move, slipping just enough up so that she can sink down again, turning her cheek into his lips.

Sweating, hair becoming quite disastrous, she's already losing herself to this fantasy turned reality. "Steve," she murmurs. "I want to see you, I want to watch you push into me," she insists, dragging her nails down his back, not deep enough to score, but with enough pressure at the pads to show her intent and need.