That little sound of exasperation earns a big grin from her, accompanied by an adoring laugh. "Yes, of course you are," she guarantees, because while she might be smiling and laughing, the intent in her eye is a hungry one, eager to get back to their temporary home so she can start in on the first thing she intends to do.
"Only a little though," she hums and pats his thigh before removing her hand. "I'm slipping."
"Well, you seem like you're a lot more in control than I am," Steve says, laughing softly. Women control their desire better as a general rule and Peggy is known for being cool under pressure.
"Is there any way I can get you as breathless and desperate as I am? Because that's how I would really like to see you, Peggy."
Peggy's eyes flick to the driver and then back to Steve, a touch embarrassed at the discussion and luckily, her cover allows her to press her hand to her cheeks, as if they're heated and flushed. "Steve, not in public," is her coy remark, but she winks at him when the driver is making a turn, glad to see the house around the bend.
"You're going to have to give me fifteen minutes when we get in," she says. "To freshen up, and all."
"I don't think you need any time to freshen up but if you think so, I'll be
happy to give it to you," Steve says. He thinks it will give him a chance
to calm down and be a little less like an eager puppy. Jumping all over her
isn't going to do himself any favors and while he loves her, he also needs
to calm himself about this.
Still, it's easier said than done. All he wants is to have Peggy in his
arms and play like this marriage is real. "It'll give me a chance to get my
head together."
"I don't think you'll mind waiting just a little," Peggy promises, not if she's still got it. She might not have moved on romantically or had any trysts, but she's used her sexuality and her body on missions before and it's never done her wrong. It's slightly thrilling to get to do it for a man she actually loves, even she's furiously nervous about what comes after.
She steps out of the car and digs through her purse to find the keys, heading straight inside to the bedroom to collect her things before Steve can see what she's taken from the suitcase (which, honestly, now she understands why Rose had packed it) before locking the bathroom door behind her to change. "Fourteen minutes!" she calls, with promise in her voice.
"I'll be waiting!" Steve calls back. It makes him nervous, too, but the
nerves are more of anticipation than fear. He's definitely ready to take
this step with Peggy and has been for a long time. Ever since he first
locked eyes on her, there's been no one else for him but Peggy Carter. He's
smitten with her and he respects her deeply.
To help pass the time, he shrugs off his jacket and loosens his tie. He
doesn't normally wear a lot of scent but a little cologne to refresh what
he'd put on earlier isn't a bad idea and he does that.
She takes off the ring and the gloves, but the ring is laid reverently on the sink, as she fully intends to put it back on after. It might not be the one that Steve had picked for her, but it's a symbol all the same. It takes a little work to slide on the lingerie set, but mainly so she doesn't put a run in her stockings with her long nails. Adjusting the brassiere, she dabs perfume in the appropriate spots, turning to the mirror to do something with her hair that allows some of the curls to loosen and relax, as they won't be properly held up for very much longer at all.
With a last check, she applies fresh lipstick and knows she's finished with three minutes to spare. "Close your eyes," she calls from past the door, sliding the ring back on her finger as she grasps a heavy shawl to cover herself, hiding the effect. "Or blindfold yourself, if you're keen."
Steve doesn't blindfold himself but he dutifully closes his eyes, not
wanting to spoil whatever surprise Peggy has for him. He can smell her
perfume and it's always been a scent he's loved; it's haunted him at night
sometimes and to smell it now and know she's here? It's a little bit like
heaven. A lot like heaven, if he's honest with himself.
"I'm not going to peek," he promises. "Scouts' honor."
Peggy takes in a deep breath for courage just outside the bathroom door, steadying herself as she approaches, a touch more makeup around her eyes to allow for a smoky effect. She knows she needs none of this to please Steve, but it's also their first time and she wants to make it special. If she has her way, they'll get a chance to do this plenty and she'll have every morning to wake up to him, as natural as ever. Right now, she could use a little show, just like that pub when she'd put on that red dress intending to impress.
Settling in a straddle, she wraps an arm around his neck and reaches up to pry the hand off his eyes, a hungry look in her eyes. "Well?" she asks.
There's no words for it. Steve has wanted Peggy almost since the first time
he clapped eyes on her and while he's never been the kind of guy
comfortable with making the first move, somehow it had been
different with her. The nervous flutter in his belly is more out of
anticipation and desire than shyness and he slides his hands up, following
a path from her hips up to her waist.
"Like you even have to ask," he says, laughing softly. "Are you going to
kiss me, Peggy Rogers?"
Peggy shifts the sweater down a little so that it shows off her bare shoulders, followed by letting it pool on the ground behind her, as she rocks forward and presses her chest forward as he traces those beautiful hands of his to her waist. "You do know that I would keep my name, if we got married," she says, not truly understanding why she feels it important to make that clarification in the middle of a seduction, but she does.
"Or perhaps I could take yours as a middle name? Margaret Elizabeth Rogers Carter?"
"I don't care if you want to change your name to Stark," Steve says, eyes wide and fingers exploring all the soft, soft skin he's only ever dreamed about. He has loved her for almost as long as he's known her and finally getting a chance to express that physically? Well, no pressure, but this is the most important thing he's ever done in his life.
"I just want to know I can call you mine at the end of the day. Can I do that, Peggy Carter?"
"Oh, I think you might mind if I was Peggy Stark," is her wry reply to that, mapping his fingers with her own to twine them together, sliding them upwards towards the clasp of her bra, settling Steve's fingers there and then sliding them away, a tease more than anything.
She moves his hands to the hook of her stockings, though, giving him something better to do, if he intends to undress her. "Promise that when our mission here is done, you don't go back to them, not without me. I'm not letting them take you from me again."
"Swear on my mother's bible," Steve says, taking in a sharp breath and working on unhooking her garters. He's done this a handful of times with a handful of women but none of them have been women he's in love with like he loves Peggy and so that, in and of itself, gives him nerves. He keeps his hands from shaking as he works her stockings down but only just.
"The only man you're getting fondue with is me, all right? Promise?"
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.
Steve works the stockings down slowly and rubs his fingers against the front of her panties before looking up and smiling slowly at her; he isn't the only one who's overly eager about being together finally and he's glad that some of Peggy's cool facade is breaking down.
"I'm going to have to do something about these, aren't I?"
Peggy fights against the gasp, but it's a losing game. His fingers are just as clever now as they were before, he's just as clever as ever. "Don't pretend it's not your fault," is her mildly haughty retort, trying to keep some high ground despite the fact that she's practically putty in his hands. "I don't think that you should get to do anything until you take off something yourself," she says, gesturing at him with her fingers.
"I never did get a proper look at what Erskine's serum did to all of you," is her wicked, teasing reply.
Steve fumbles at the buttons of his shirt, leaving some of them hanging perilously by a thread by the time he's gotten them loosened enough to shrug the shirt back off his shoulders. His undershirt goes next, almost an afterthought, and he tugs Peggy's hands down to his belt.
"Do you want to take a look for yourself? You might as well get a good look."
Peggy leans back just enough to give Steve the space to work on his clothes, an eager look on her face as she reaches down to the belt, guided there so helpfully. She's not hesitant at all about stripping it off him, throwing it into the pile with his other things. "I do feel like we'll get well acquainted, him and I," she manages in an utterly dry tone, settling up on her knees so she can unbutton Steve's trousers, reaching lower to cup his cock thoughtfully, giving a gentle squeeze, as if she's drumming up anticipation for herself.
"I see you've kept in shape," she says, but there's no teasing in these words, her fingers reverent as they map Steve's torso.
"Required," Steve says, but it's not as flippant as Peggy managed earlier. He's half-breathless and his cock's straining up against the front of his pants; he's going to embarrass himself in a minute here if he doesn't get some relief. Good thing that's going to be happening sooner rather than later.
He shifts to stand but he doesn't intend on going far. He's just going to get up to shuck his pants and get back in the bed but before he does, he threads his hands in Peggy's hair and kisses her again, fierce.
She presses forward into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck like she might try and mount him, going so far as to scramble forward, as if she's going to try and get into his lap, but he has trousers to deal with and she's not undressed yet either. Easing back, she forces herself to give him the space to get off his trousers while she nudges her stockings away.
"Come back here and take off my brassiere," she coaxes, lying propped up on one elbow on the covers, her gaze firmly affixed on his erection while her heart pumps with anticipation, with how badly she wants Steve inside her while she rides atop him.
Steve makes quick work of everything he has left and moves back to her, stealing another kiss before his hands fumble over her bra. He's taken one off before, yes, but it's still different when it's a woman he loves as much as Peggy. With her? He's never going to be 100% confident because she makes his knees knock and his heart leap into his throat.
Once he has it free, he slides it off and just gazes at her openly for a moment. "God, Peggy, I love you."
"I love you too, Steve, so much," Peggy vows, a touch breathless and in disbelief at saying these words to the man himself and not just a memorial of him or some whisper to the sky. She stares at him reverently, cupping both of his cheeks with her palms so that she can lean in for a slow, familiar kiss. It's not frantic or needy, but rather the sort of kiss that they might have in ten, twenty years.
Swallowing back tears, she focuses instead on the last bit of clothing between them. "Steve," she says, softly, heart thumping, "I'm ready if you are," she says, keeping hold of his eye. There are orders she could give (take off my pants, get the condom, touch my breasts), but just this once, she wants to let Steve have a bit of control about what he wants to do.
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.
Peggy goes with a little bit of a pull, her hair bouncing in the loose curls as she works to straddle Steve without clumsily falling off, letting out a soft gasp when Steve is in her, robbed of words for a long moment, which isn't quite normal for a woman like her who always has something to say.
Breathing a touch harder, she settles one hand against his shoulder, then the other, pressing forward as she rolls her hips, wanting to take this slowly, but also so bloody tempted to feel more. That's how she ends up rocking down against him fast enough to send her chest bouncing, which she reaches for Steve's hand to cup one, feeling him so full in her, something she can't help but feel so utterly blissful in this moment.
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Date: 2017-05-24 07:43 pm (UTC)"Only a little though," she hums and pats his thigh before removing her hand. "I'm slipping."
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Date: 2017-05-25 02:01 pm (UTC)"Well, you seem like you're a lot more in control than I am," Steve says, laughing softly. Women control their desire better as a general rule and Peggy is known for being cool under pressure.
"Is there any way I can get you as breathless and desperate as I am? Because that's how I would really like to see you, Peggy."
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Date: 2017-05-26 01:19 am (UTC)"You're going to have to give me fifteen minutes when we get in," she says. "To freshen up, and all."
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Date: 2017-05-29 05:37 pm (UTC)"I don't think you need any time to freshen up but if you think so, I'll be happy to give it to you," Steve says. He thinks it will give him a chance to calm down and be a little less like an eager puppy. Jumping all over her isn't going to do himself any favors and while he loves her, he also needs to calm himself about this.
Still, it's easier said than done. All he wants is to have Peggy in his arms and play like this marriage is real. "It'll give me a chance to get my head together."
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Date: 2017-05-29 06:38 pm (UTC)She steps out of the car and digs through her purse to find the keys, heading straight inside to the bedroom to collect her things before Steve can see what she's taken from the suitcase (which, honestly, now she understands why Rose had packed it) before locking the bathroom door behind her to change. "Fourteen minutes!" she calls, with promise in her voice.
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Date: 2017-05-29 09:48 pm (UTC)"I'll be waiting!" Steve calls back. It makes him nervous, too, but the nerves are more of anticipation than fear. He's definitely ready to take this step with Peggy and has been for a long time. Ever since he first locked eyes on her, there's been no one else for him but Peggy Carter. He's smitten with her and he respects her deeply.
To help pass the time, he shrugs off his jacket and loosens his tie. He doesn't normally wear a lot of scent but a little cologne to refresh what he'd put on earlier isn't a bad idea and he does that.
...and still has twelve minutes to wait.
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Date: 2017-05-29 10:14 pm (UTC)With a last check, she applies fresh lipstick and knows she's finished with three minutes to spare. "Close your eyes," she calls from past the door, sliding the ring back on her finger as she grasps a heavy shawl to cover herself, hiding the effect. "Or blindfold yourself, if you're keen."
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Date: 2017-05-29 10:29 pm (UTC)Steve doesn't blindfold himself but he dutifully closes his eyes, not wanting to spoil whatever surprise Peggy has for him. He can smell her perfume and it's always been a scent he's loved; it's haunted him at night sometimes and to smell it now and know she's here? It's a little bit like heaven. A lot like heaven, if he's honest with himself.
"I'm not going to peek," he promises. "Scouts' honor."
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Date: 2017-05-29 10:45 pm (UTC)Settling in a straddle, she wraps an arm around his neck and reaches up to pry the hand off his eyes, a hungry look in her eyes. "Well?" she asks.
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Date: 2017-05-31 09:54 pm (UTC)There's no words for it. Steve has wanted Peggy almost since the first time he clapped eyes on her and while he's never been the kind of guy comfortable with making the first move, somehow it had been different with her. The nervous flutter in his belly is more out of anticipation and desire than shyness and he slides his hands up, following a path from her hips up to her waist.
"Like you even have to ask," he says, laughing softly. "Are you going to kiss me, Peggy Rogers?"
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Date: 2017-06-01 01:56 am (UTC)"Or perhaps I could take yours as a middle name? Margaret Elizabeth Rogers Carter?"
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Date: 2017-06-04 02:07 am (UTC)"I just want to know I can call you mine at the end of the day. Can I do that, Peggy Carter?"
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Date: 2017-06-04 01:02 pm (UTC)She moves his hands to the hook of her stockings, though, giving him something better to do, if he intends to undress her. "Promise that when our mission here is done, you don't go back to them, not without me. I'm not letting them take you from me again."
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Date: 2017-06-07 05:04 pm (UTC)"Swear on my mother's bible," Steve says, taking in a sharp breath and working on unhooking her garters. He's done this a handful of times with a handful of women but none of them have been women he's in love with like he loves Peggy and so that, in and of itself, gives him nerves. He keeps his hands from shaking as he works her stockings down but only just.
"The only man you're getting fondue with is me, all right? Promise?"
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Date: 2017-06-07 11:52 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2017-06-08 03:43 pm (UTC)Steve works the stockings down slowly and rubs his fingers against the front of her panties before looking up and smiling slowly at her; he isn't the only one who's overly eager about being together finally and he's glad that some of Peggy's cool facade is breaking down.
"I'm going to have to do something about these, aren't I?"
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Date: 2017-06-09 02:53 am (UTC)"I never did get a proper look at what Erskine's serum did to all of you," is her wicked, teasing reply.
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Date: 2017-06-09 04:12 pm (UTC)Steve fumbles at the buttons of his shirt, leaving some of them hanging perilously by a thread by the time he's gotten them loosened enough to shrug the shirt back off his shoulders. His undershirt goes next, almost an afterthought, and he tugs Peggy's hands down to his belt.
"Do you want to take a look for yourself? You might as well get a good look."
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Date: 2017-06-09 09:56 pm (UTC)"I see you've kept in shape," she says, but there's no teasing in these words, her fingers reverent as they map Steve's torso.
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Date: 2017-06-11 02:09 am (UTC)He shifts to stand but he doesn't intend on going far. He's just going to get up to shuck his pants and get back in the bed but before he does, he threads his hands in Peggy's hair and kisses her again, fierce.
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Date: 2017-06-11 12:36 pm (UTC)"Come back here and take off my brassiere," she coaxes, lying propped up on one elbow on the covers, her gaze firmly affixed on his erection while her heart pumps with anticipation, with how badly she wants Steve inside her while she rides atop him.
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Date: 2017-06-11 07:19 pm (UTC)Once he has it free, he slides it off and just gazes at her openly for a moment. "God, Peggy, I love you."
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Date: 2017-06-12 03:14 am (UTC)Swallowing back tears, she focuses instead on the last bit of clothing between them. "Steve," she says, softly, heart thumping, "I'm ready if you are," she says, keeping hold of his eye. There are orders she could give (take off my pants, get the condom, touch my breasts), but just this once, she wants to let Steve have a bit of control about what he wants to do.
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Date: 2017-06-13 04:11 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2017-06-14 11:35 pm (UTC)Breathing a touch harder, she settles one hand against his shoulder, then the other, pressing forward as she rolls her hips, wanting to take this slowly, but also so bloody tempted to feel more. That's how she ends up rocking down against him fast enough to send her chest bouncing, which she reaches for Steve's hand to cup one, feeling him so full in her, something she can't help but feel so utterly blissful in this moment.
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