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Isn't that the mark of a good teacher?

[ making instructions enjoyable? and there's no denying Steve loves this, the nature of her teaching him what she likes, how she'd like to have him. She's taught him many things, dissembling and assembling a weapon, hand-to-hand combat - and through all of these, he's thought about the day he could learn something else from Agent Carter.

This lesson is a bit more complicated, however. The moment she eases his fingers inside him, he becomes fascinated by her. She's tight and she's warm. He can multitask, providing he can concentrate. For a moment, he doesn't seem to hear her at all. He draws his fingers back, eases them back in, eyes focused on her, watching the movements for a moment or two.

She may need to remind him. ]

[ there is something downright seductive to the act of guiding him inside, even if it's only a pair of fingers. there comes a moment where she dare not drive him any deeper—choosing instead to ghost her touch up his palm, his wrist, his arm, until she finally lets go and lays back on the bed.

every subtle movement inspires a sigh, starting soft and breathy and gaining a bit of volume after just a few exploratory pumps. but he isn't following orders, she realizes, and so it's up to her to grab him by the hair and pull him into position. ]

Do pay attention, Captain.

[ she buries his mouth against her clit. ]

[ he could watch his fingers disappear within her for much longer. he's tempted to try moving them a little faster, seek for a different angle that might inspire the same sudden movement that came before. When she moves, however, the tug is sharp and sudden. It's not an instruction, it's almost an order.

It shouldn't hold such a strong appeal but it does. She shows him how to be of better use and that alone makes him feel like he might come undone. He gasps a happy, breathless yes ma'am before putting his mouth to better use, sucking a soft kiss followed by a few hungry laps. It takes him a moment to find a way to focus on two wonderfully overwhelming duties but once he manages it, it's fairly easy. More than that, it's fascinating to find a rhythm that would make her catch her breath, a slow kiss as he drives his fingers in, quick laps when he eases them back. ]

[ in her estimating, steve has always been a quick study. confident and cocksure, he takes to his assigned task with a heart-warming gusto. he tries, he experiments, he discovers. all while toying with her most sensitive places, cajoling a moan past her lips or a pleasant gravel grumble from her throat.

her hips roll and shudder upward, chasing his fingers as much as they're chasing his tongue. thanks to the earlier orgasm, she still feels coiled and wound and as though the barest touch might still drive her mad. ]

What a wonderful learner you are.

[ she pants between words, luxuriating in the sound of his fingers fucking her and his mouth tasting her. ]

[ the notion of having to be observed for weeks and weeks before he's allowed into the world again didn't sit well with him, at first. But just now, hell, he'll spend months with her here, discovering all the little ways to make her melt into the pillow, to keep her in his bed, to do this in her bed. Steve holds her leg over his shoulder, fingers digging into her shin as she moves. He doesn't stop her, doesn't slow her down but he holds her if only to show how her how it's affecting him; his hold tightens when she moans, when she offers him praise. ]

I have a good teacher.

[ the compliment is a puff of air and then his mouth is upon her again, lips curved into a smile as he tastes her again. ]

[ piece by piece, her capacity for playful banter erodes away until all she's left with are traces of his name on the edge of her tongue. the soft-fresh clean shave of his chin leaves a velvet feeling behind with every movement. steve's efforts are keen and concentrated and it only takes a handful of seconds to understand he's enjoying himself. doing more than simply fulfilling the brief.

by moments, she asks (or demands) him to carry on what he's doing just like that or to drive his fingers a little deeper.

it won't take much, she realizes with a pleasant gasp, to send her tumbling into a second orgasm before he's even had his first. how very steve of him. ]

[ She's close, he realizes and the sweeter understand is that he got her there, that she's let him learn how to nudge and take her there. Peggy's independent, after all, and so very private. That she's naked on his bed, instructing him how to best bring her pleasure is wonderful, it's a keen show of trust and love.

Steve wants to give her the world and so much more. A little deeper and faster combined with what has worked best, a slight crook of his fingers, a sucking kiss against her clit. ]

Sit up.

[ he moves his free hand to her lower back, nudging. He wants to see her. ]

[ —a handful of minutes earlier and she might have fought him on even so simple a command. but he's got her whole self-restraint wound around his fingertips, especially once he discovers for himself that slight crook, and peggy engages her core muscles just to sit up.

but, oh, she relies on that hand placed against her lower back. she feels as though she might topple once again onto her back without his steady touch. she trembles, the slight change in angle creating a whole new symphony of sensation as his fingers explore deeper.

peggy sighs his name and tries not to let her thighs clamp tight on his head. ]

God, Steve, don't you dare stop.

[ one brief warning that he's about to pull her across the line once more. ]

[ Steve has heard many men in the army bragging about their conquests but none of them has spoken about that level of intimacy. He holds her up, he's held against her and the change of position is incredible. It allows him to look her in the eye, it allows his fingers deeper inside her. Bent over, she's a wonderful sight, flushed and beautiful and so close.

Steve rubs her back, holds her up. He wants her exactly like this as she tumbles over again. ]

[ once again, she falls to pieces. her body seems to want to curl around him, jack-knifing inward and twitching nearer. deep inside, her walls bear down on his explorer's fingers—tightening, contacting, desperate to draw him in and keep him there.

curses spill off her tongue. he'd already left her so sensitive, last time, that she wasn't quite prepared for these new heights (or depths?) of pleasure. her fingers grip his shoulder, as if overstimulation drives her to try and pry his hand from between her thighs even as her hips buck forward as though to keep him there.

—and all the while she knows he's loose and free of his trousers. she ought never to have relinquished her grip on him. she fumbles, stretching, reaching low on his body as though she might recapture some little bit of control if only she can wrap her fingers around his cock again. ]

[ He's never been someone who thought much of dirty language but when she shivers and swears, it makes him grip her harder, leave little marks on her lower back as he watches and listens and feels, she's tight, so tight he almost can't help but thinking what it'll feel like to be inside her properly, to have her, to feel her come around him.

He eases her down against the mattress, takes his place at her side. Only then does he ease his fingers out. He licks his lips, he places wet fingers on her thigh. ]

You're beautiful.

[ her touch tumbles from his scalp to the shell of his ear to the line of his jaw. she stretches back onto the mattress, loosing a satisfied groan as her muscles work and ache and adjust to this second post-shock wave of bliss. as peaceful as she seems, however, her breath still heaves and comes in short bursts. it's not easy to recover.

—she nuzzles near and searches out his mouth. peggy doesn't so much as hesitate before kissing him, licking the taste of herself off his lips and lapping at his tongue.

and after a moment: ]

Are you certain these are your first ever lessons?

[ The original plan was walk to the bathroom to clean up but she presses close and her kiss is deep and claiming, it makes his head spiral. For a moment, he doesn't even comprehend her question. it takes a moment, it takes two or three and then he chuckles, cheeks tinged pink and brushes a stray curl off her brow. ]

Hands on? pretty damn sure. I know the theory.

[ though that was hardly a preparation for this. But then, what would have been? no fantasy came close, either. ]

[ bared and beautifully undone, she catches her breath on his borrowed bed. her body still shivers every so often—lighting up with to his touch, leaving her feeling loose and relaxed and comforted by how near he stays and how warm he is. she could tuck herself away in his warmth, she thinks, for a good fortnight.

peggy laughs—quietly pleased to have it reaffirmed for her that she's his first hands on experience. but even so... ]

And where did the theory come from?

[ it's all a little embarrassing. He would have liked it better if she hadn't asked at all. He runs his fingers down her back, trying to think if there's any subtle way to phrase the answer and comes up short. In the end, he bites the bullet with a smile. ]

From the same place I've learned how to sew, how to bake and how to wash delicate fabrics.

[ it all has been very useful. ]

[ —it's exactly as much of a hint she needs to figure out what goes unsaid beneath it all. the uso girls. and she tries to hide her surprise. not that they taught him anything, she supposes, but that he sought to learn. at least, he's made it clear enough that their lessons has been theoretical ones.

her touch trails down his shoulder. calmly—and somehow without a hint of envy—she answers: ]

Someone ought to give those dancers a medal.

If you ever need help with your laundry.

[ he suggests with a little grin. Very early on, steve has made it clear to the group of dancers that he has his sight fixed on a woman and ever since then, they've stopped flirting but they did give him many pieces of advice. Some of it hasn't helped him at all, Peggy wasn't the sort of woman you take out to have an ice cream float. But some of it has come in handy. ]

I can do that.

—Of all now long, long list of things I'll be requiring your help with, Steve...

[ she shifts onto her side, propping her head up on an open palm and eyeing him with renewed verve and vigor. still, her breath hasn't quite calmed down yet. ]

Laundry has fallen rather low in terms of priorities.

I don't know.

[ He reaches over and touches her hair again. He's curious about so many things about her, the way he can wrap a curl around his finger, the way he can run his fingers down the elegant curve of her neck. ]

We have a few more weeks to live together. Who knows what you'll need my help with.

[ and—just like that—a few more weeks suddenly feels as fleeting as a few more hours. it must show in the slight crease of her forehead, but peggy quickly banishes it all away for a different conundrum. suddenly (bewilderingly!) she finds herself locked inside a tender moment with steve rogers. there's no duty to hide behind and, just now, no fierce physicality to deflect the way he'd make her pulse race eve without a pair of wicked orgasms.

she worries her bottom lip a moment, smiles, and turns her cheek into his palm. ]

Or you mine. I imagine there's lots left to learn.

Yeah, a good thing we have time.

[ he touches her cheekbone with the tip of his thumb. He thinks she's never been more alluring, not even on the night she took his breath away in the beautiful red dress he couldn't help but think about for weeks and weeks afterward. ]

What else?

[ she's said there's a lot, after all. ]

[ rather than answering—rather than providing him with a whole list of everything they've got left to experience together—peggy fishes once again between their bodies and resumes something she'd started earlier but which he'd so beautifully, wonderfully interrupted.

she takes hold of his erection and offers another slow, meandering stroke. a test, really, to see whether his engine has stayed revved. ]

[ Some men made sex sound impersonal, all about getting and taking. Steve finds it amazingly different. It's all personal, all intimate. This warm embrace, the way she reaches between them to touch him, it's familiar, it feels right. He's achingly hard and the one stroke makes him shudder and hiss. ]

Oh.

[ well that is an interesting lesson. ]

[ she stays near—legs tangled, her knee nudged up between his thighs and introducing a slight pressure just beneath his shaft, his balls. and peggy betrays a note of satisfaction in her smile when she hears him hiss.

—it's proof enough that however much gratification he'd received witnessing her delight, she's likely to receive at least as much in return. ]

Of course. [ she practically purrs. bliss has made her warm and soft and tractable. ] There's also plenty I'd like to learn.

Yeah?

[ he nudges his hips, seeking more of her palm, of her knee, more friction, more of everything. He drops a hand to her breast, cups it with a growing sense of familiarity. ]

Like what?

[ he grinds against her knee, that very angle is heavenly, it applies pressure in a way steve hasn't dreamed of, at a sensitive spot below his cock. ]

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