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Who: Peggy Carter (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
revlon) & Steve Rogers (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?
revlon) & Steve Rogers (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?