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The fabric. [ she concedes. ] The stitching. And the way it sits and holds and supports.

[ a few words more (she thinks) than she ought to be saying to anyone about the state of her underthings. peggy dabs the wadded up towel on his chin and then, job done, she drops it into her lap. her arms reach our and rest loose on his shoulders. ]

[ He waits as she cleans the last bits of shaving cream, sitting as still as he's done throughout her careful work thus far. The moment she's done, the moment when she leans against him, he allows one palm to splay at the small of her back. ]

Hi.

[ he smiles at her, happy and utterly in love. ]

So, what's the verdict? Better?

[ the stubble, that is. ]

[ peg grazes an open palm up from his bare shoulder, across his neck, and along the line of his jaw. with her fingertips she feels the freshly shaved skin.

quite despite herself, she smiles. ]

Much.

[ and she doesn't even tell him off for having his hand on her back. ]

[ she smiles and up close, steve can see the dimples again. It's what finally does him in. He leans in, just a little, forehead resting against hers. His hold on her tightens. ]

You drive me crazy, you know that.

[ it's both amused and utterly fond. He almost says something else but decides it might already be obvious, it might already be present between him and her in this moment, in so many that came before. ]

[ certainly it's tough to mistake his interest when, for the past grip of time, she'd been practically pressed into his lap. there's been so very little accidental about how she proceeded from the very moment he implored her to "teach" him how to shave with a straight-edge razor.

he's so near, now, that it's hard to focus on just one eye. ]

It's been entirely intentional. [ she's pleased to confess. ] Well, the past twenty minutes were. At any rate.

Are you kidding? You've been driving crazy since the day you punched that poor sucker back at Leigh.

[ since the first time he's laid eyes on her, then. ]

Hasn't stopped since.

[ he moves a hand to her cheek a moment before he kisses her, short and sweet. ]

[ one kiss (it seems) is enough to unlock a lifetime of yearning. what steve instigates shortly and sweetly quickly morphs into something else. peggy's hand tightens on his bare shoulder, grabbing at skin, before her head dips and she steals a second, a third, a fourth kiss. each one a little hotter and hungrier than the last.

...far, far nearer the sort of kiss she'd taken before she'd lost him. it seems that peggy doesn't do anything by halves. ]

[ steve whispers her name between kisses. Her intensity fuels his, he moves a hand to her hair, parts his lips and sucks a bit of red from her bottom lip. It escalates in seconds; Steve rubs her leg through her stockings, nudging her closer and properly into his arms. ]

[ by this point, she might as well wrap a leg around the back of his chair—so wholly and completely has she turned his lap into her throne. peggy's fingers skate and dance along his chest, grabbing whenever she finds a plane of muscle meaty enough to dig into.

words continue to escape her. actions always did speak louder, at any rate, and she aims to deafen them both with the way she nips at his mouth and drags her kisses across his freshly shaved jaw. peggy finds his neck and nuzzles, body rocking against him just to reach the hollowed space behind his ear. ]

Peggy.

[ it seems like she's everywhere all at the same time. He feels it all at once, her lips, her finger nails, the warmth of her body against his. He holds her close and gasps when she rocks against him. It's a lot, it's almost too much. He scoots back only a little. ]

Sorry. I just - I've never -

[ he looks a little sheepish. This really isn't how he planned to tell her, and yet. ]

[ she could get drunk on his reactions: the sound of her name on his tongue; the way he gasps; the endearing way he jumps like he's been burned. peggy offers mercy in the way she pauses—stilling her palms against his chest and sitting, stationary, for just a moment.

she draws back and looks him in his eyes. ]

I'd often suspected as much.

[ plain english. this time, she doesn't compel him to finish his sentences or spill his secrets. ]

Do you—? [ she hums, stops, tries again. ] We can put a pin in this. If you like. Save it for another time.

[ she's an impatient creature, yes, but that doesn't mean she wants to rush him. ]

No. No more pins.

[ he has no intention of ever putting off anything that has to do with her ever again. Especially not this, not when he's been thinking of her like this for weeks now. ]

I want you. Only - you'll have to show me.

[ how. ]

[ —oh, how sorely tempted she is to have him ask her. but she can be merciful and generous, from time to time, and peggy leans back only so far as letting her hands rest on his thighs would allow her. ]

You'll have to bear with me. [ she half-teases. ] Because it's been a while.

[ since she's been with anyone. and even then, that someone had left an awful lot to be desired when it came to attentiveness and enthusiasm in the bedroom. not that she and fred ever quite made it to a bedroom—they were engaged but unmarried and living in army housing. they took what opportunities they could, but they never quite lasted long enough to satisfy her.

peggy watches him. her eyes are bright and curious. ]

Why don't you unbutton my top.

[ she suggests. after all this talk of undergarments, she supposes he's due a view. ]

[ her lipstick is a mess and Steve decides he likes it like it. He touches the corner of her mouth, brushing off some red pigment, utterly fascinated.

And then she makes her offer and while his cheeks flush, his fingers are steady. He goes through each button, slowly and carefully. When he dares to nudge her blouse aside, he mutters a soft damn. ]

It fits you like a glove.

[ and he's a bit agitated at Stark now. How the hell does he even know her size? ]

[ it's unfair how long her takes. how slow and steady. how careful. but she can at least pacify herself by watching how the colour rises in his cheeks. by hearing that brief note of admiration as he swears.

steve isn't wrong. the wine-red fabric clings and lifts in every way it's meant to. the cups practically spill over with her flesh—as though offering it up.

and, indeed, she reaches for one of his hands and brings it to a breast—nestling his palm against the lower, silk-wrapped curve. ]

It would seem that no expense was spared. As I said, the stuff in that wardrobe is top shelf.

[ he doesn't know where he is on that. On the one hand, Howard buying these things to Peggy is entirely unacceptable; on the other, there's no denying they're perfect for her, nor that they achieve the desired response from Steve.

But just then, when she leads his hand to her breast, he can feel her warm beneath the fabric and he exhales, a soft hiss of air. Her skin is warm and Steve realizes he prefers her softness to any fabric. Instict takes over and he moves the cup down, tugging so he can swipe a curious finger over her nipple. ]

I don't know. I like you better this way.

[ —she breathes in a sharp gasp of air. quick and audible, straight until the moment her mouth snaps shut and she bites down on any further, additional, illustrative sounds. and she is (perhaps) a little self-conscious for how quickly and eagerly that same swiped nipple pebbles hard.

her fingers bite into his wrist, as she hasn't let go since guiding his touch upward. and her hips engage, lifting slightly, as her thighs tighten on his waist. ]

Don't speak so soon. [ she chides him, voice gone dark and inky with desire. ] You're only seeing one part of a whole set.

Some things I'm sure of.

[ for example, peggy's reactions are everything. Steve realizes he must have done something right. Her skin tightens beneath his thumb. A tactician, he makes a mental note of it for later. He massages her breast, sighing happily. ]

This is one of them.

[ definitely one of them. ]

[ it's slow, thoughtful progress. she sits and basks and enjoys the thorough way in which he kneads her breast—just the one—and confesses his certainty about things he's barely yet experienced. it's endearing, really.

it's darling. and it's making her ache to take him out of this small, ensuite bathroom. she glances over her shoulder, at his bedroom, and the big old bed housed within.

she said she's show him how. but... ]

You do know the basics, right? The...overall theory of what's about to happen.

[ what? she does or doesn't know what a life of soldier gossip has done to his expectations. ]

I may be a virgin but I know the theory.

[ he's spent years hearing about Bucky's many girlfriends and their back alley adventures. Not to mention, he's got some very good advice from the 30 or so young women he spent months on the road with, back at the USO tour. Applying them is the real mystery. He watches her carefully and gets up, letting her feet find the floor. ]

Whatever I don't know, you'll teach me.

Bloody hell.

[ she curses—playful enough, heels finding a place on the tiled bathroom floor. now that she's standing, again, she grows more aware of her undone state: blouse unbuttoned, one bra cup pulled down and no longer doing its job. she's half-tempted to tuck everything back into place.

instead, she sheds her blouse entirely and turns her back toward him, bidding him to undo the clasps holding the bra in place. ]

I've already given you one lesson today. Is it not enough?

[ of course not. ]

You can spare a few more.

[ she strips, leaves the blouse on the floor and steve finds it difficult to breathe. he trails his touch down her back, along her spine and up her sides, stepping closer to kiss her shoulder first, then her neck as he unhooks her bra. He trails his kisses down her arm, nosing the strap down, lettin the garment whisper its way to the floor. ]

After all, you're a good teacher.

[ steve informs her of what she can spare. peggy withholds a half-chuckle, but it dovetails into a happy sigh as his fingers and his mouth find little tracks against her skin. there are the bullet scars on her shoulder—and, once she turns around, the ragged remains of an impalement injury near her lower abdomen. half of that scar, however, dips hidden beneath the top of her skirt.

peggy kicks her abandoned bra aside—faces him again—and reaches out to gently tap his cheek. ]

Well then. [ she seems to smile without lifting the corners of her lips. ] What's the first thing you want to learn?

[ she turns and steve wraps his arms around her. He takes a step closer and then they're skin to skin, her breasts against his chest.

He's heard a lot about what women love from the dancers at the uso tour. The best advice, however, he's got from a tall blonde called Sally who told him to heed the advice but also figure out what his own girl loves.

And Steve only cares about one woman. ]

Teach me what you like.

Helluva broad request.

[ and it's one she meets with a low whistle. peggy asks herself: what does she like? because there's that which she thinks about—him, mainly, in varying states of undress and exertion. and there's that which she knows she likes—namely, whatever solace she can eke out from the tips of her own fingers.

so what is she supposed to tell him, now?

she wraps her arms around his waist and anchors herself to his body. his skin is warm on hers. ]

We might have to suss that one out together. [ what she likes with him, that is. ] But I've got some ideas on where we can start.

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