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π™Όπ™°πšπ™Άπ™°πšπ™΄πšƒ "π™Ώπ™΄π™Άπ™Άπšˆ" π™²π™°πšπšƒπ™΄πš ([personal profile] revlon) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs2018-04-21 02:20 pm

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Who: Peggy Carter ([personal profile] revlon) & Steve Rogers ([personal profile] starspangle)
What: Goin' all the way.
When: April 8, late evening; post-birthday party.
Where: The Carter-Rogers apartment, Olympia.
Warning(s): as nsfw as these golden oldies can get

[ It's near midnight when the last of the party guests leave and Peggy almost doesn't want the evening to end. What a novel feeling this is, being so light and happy from the warmth of company, the buzzing under her skin from a few glasses and more than a few laughs. But as the evening winds down, Peggy finds that she'd like nothing more than to sidle up against Steve's side and while the hours away in his embrace, so utterly pleased and grateful for this gift he's given her β€” and maybe some people picked up on that, maybe that's why they've all drifted their way towards the door despite no one ushering them out.

Whatever the case, when the embraces are given, the final toasts raised, the last slice of cake eaten, everyone goes home and Steve and Peggy are left alone in their suddenly quiet apartment. She lingers at the door and listens to the last footfalls fade on the stone steps, the rattle of the wrought-iron gate as it opens and shuts. And then she shuts their own door and locks it, then turns and leans against the wood with a laugh riding on an exhale. ]


That's the last of them. [ She reaches out for him, fingertips outstretched in the air between them, and she smiles. Come here, is all but said. And once she can tangle his hand with hers, she tugs him closer. ] Eggsy, Emma, and Claire seem to have taken care of the washing up so I think we can leave everything else until morning. What do you say?
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[personal profile] america 2018-04-21 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
Well, sure. Whatever the birthday girl wants.

[ Steve steps in towards her, one hand tangled with hers and the other curling around her waist.

It's true that the little home they share is strangely quiet now that all of their guests have left for the night. The silence is almost deafening.

But it's nice too, having this moment together - a kind of let-down from the excitement of the party. And while Steve might not admit such a thing so outwardly, he's selfishly glad to have the rest of the evening with Peggy all for himself now.

He leans down to kiss her. ]


Happy Birthday, Pegs.
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[personal profile] america 2018-04-22 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Steve feels the rising intensity in the way Peggy shifts towards him, her mouth over his, the insistence that comes with it - all of which he meets with equal measure.

That's the wonderful thing about them - that they fit so perfectly in tandem to the other, it's easy to lead and to follow, and right now Steve is content enough to follow. Hands still tangled together, he guides them up and over her head, pinning her wrist to bury his face in the crook of her neck and kiss her there. The weight of his body presses into her. ]
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[personal profile] america 2018-04-25 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Peggy. [ Steve returns, lifting his head before Peggy kisses him again. He lets go of her hand then, runs his fingers down her sides and lifts her with very little effort, mouths still connected. That's one of the great things about being a super-soldier - strength is not an issue.

While the door of their cozy apartment is a fine enough place to start all of this, maybe their bedroom is the more appropriate setting for what they both have in mind. They've had similar moments like this - heated kisses and getting a little handsy - but something about tonight feels different. It helps that the world outside seems to have given them some respite. There are no battles to fight, no tortures to overcome; not tonight.

Steve kisses her again. ]


Bedroom?
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[personal profile] america 2018-04-25 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's the briefest of smiles at her response before they're kissing again, Steve's attention otherwise occupied. But they do get to the bedroom without issue, the path between the door to the bed being a very brief journey and one they've taken so many times its practically muscle memory at this point.

He finds their bed in the darkness - made up neat and tidy before the party - with the barest touch of his knees, letting Peggy sink into the mattress before he follows suit, kissing her, always kissing her, his hands running along the fabric of her (slightly crumpled) dress. ]
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[personal profile] america 2018-04-30 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Steve's hands continue to roam, exploring the shape of her before they eventually make their way to the zipper of her dress the same way she'd found the hem of his shirt (which, yes, is a button-down, something nice and in a deep shade of blue). There is no rush here, not tonight, that's true - but that doesn't mean there's a lack of eagerness either.

Jesus, he wants her.

He pulls the zipper down the length of her spine, slow and easily, mouth still on hers. The feel of her skin, soft and smooth and warm is a contrast to the roughness of his calloused fingers which now find purchase against the sleeves of her dress, lets them guide the fabric over the curve of her shoulders, reveals the straps of her bra. He shifts, breaks apart from Peggy long enough to make it easier for her to get to the buttons of his shirt and exhales at the first touch of her hands on his chest, the blossoming of heat in his stomach that travels down the length of him. ]
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[personal profile] america 2018-04-30 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Hi.

[ Steve smiles, head only very slightly ducking in a way that is so reminiscent of the skinny young man he once was before all of this had happened - before Captain America. In some ways that young man hasn't quite changed though he'd been hardened by war and death and violence over the course of seventy-some-plus years.

The belief that he would ever get to live a life with someone else, with the right partner as it were, had begun to fade with the reminder that Peggy Carter had lived a long and fruitful life during his slumber. And it hadn't really bothered him then, not outwardly anyway. He'd read her file, followed her story as best as he could. She'd done so much and she deserved it; she seemed happy. He couldn't want anything more than that.

And besides, Captain America had his own destiny, a true soldier from blood to soul. He finally had the body and the physical strength to do what his heart had always wanted: to fight for those who couldn't, and to bring an end to war (any war, all war). Now in the warm glow of light in their bedroom, having this very real chance with Peggy in a strange otherworld outside of time, he allows himself to want what he couldn't before. He allows himself to love her when their stories made that impossible.

He reaches out to touch her, to graze his fingers over the scar across her thigh, to skim the line of her right arm like he's drawing her. ]


I love you.
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[personal profile] america 2018-05-07 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Steve has seen Peggy in her undergarments enough times during their preparations for bed on any normal day that the sight of her shouldn't surprise him, nor should it re-ignite the heat in his gut - and yet everything about tonight feels just a little different. There's an intention with every motion, every movement.

Steve exhales, reaching down to help her with the zipper of his trousers, fingers folding over hers for a brief moment. He moves to pull them down over his legs and toss them aside towards the pile of their discarded clothing.

And so here they both are in nothing but their undergarments, merely a layer of thin fabric to separate skin from skin. Steve leans in to drop a kiss against Peggy's bare shoulder while simultaneously letting the strap of her brassiere fall aside.

He doesn't want to rush this, wanting to savour every second of it with her, however overwhelming it might be. He doesn't think about the fact that he doesn't have a whole lot of experience prior to this, having never gone this far with anyone before. He loves her and she loves him, and that's the important thing. ]
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[personal profile] america 2018-08-11 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, ma'am. [ Steve answers, shifting his weight to his knees. He crawls forward and stills - just for a moment, long enough to be noticeable - because he looks at her, studies her, relishes in the image of her looking up at him from the pillows, nearly-naked, her hair framing her face, her cheeks flush with colour, her lipstick a bit of a mess because of him.

She's the most beautiful woman he's ever known, the most magnificent thing to be in the presence of. His heart feels full; no, it feels like it could burst. He's never felt this way about anyone before, not like this, nothing like this.

He leans in to kiss her, just as she's requested. And then he answers her properly: ]
It's more than all right.

[ He runs his fingers along the length of her thighs, against the sheer fabric of her stockings, catching on the clasps of her garter. ]