ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘᴏsᴛ 2019-2020 ( ɢᴇɴ + sᴍᴜᴛ )

[ he chuckles. possibly, she says. He touches her thigh, feeling the muscles beneath. She's tired, steve can tell, he also knows that he can't just tell her that, even happy and sated, he knows it won't do. He moans, a happy, loud sound when she touches him. His skin tightens beneath her finger. Steve nudges her close and kisses her brow. ]

How about a bath, can I persuade you to take one?

[ it might be the first step to getting her to rest. ]

Mmm.

[ she hums a note—digging deep and securing her arms around him. hunkering down. planting her flag. ]

Likely not. I'm quite content exactly where I am.

Sounds fair.

[ he makes a sound at the back of his throat when she cuddles closer, when she keeps him inside. He traces his touch down her back again, towards the faint marks he's left there. They might stay there for a few days, the very thought makes him twitch inside her. ]

Comfortable??

[ —that bare throb inside her cunt makes her curious. what, she wonders, drew that minor reaction? she lips at his shoulder, little half kisses as she thinks the puzzle through. she can't be at all sure. ]

Quite.

[ she could drift away, here, she thinks. though it's hard to properly imagine it when his fingers keep raising little hairs and gooseflesh. but now she has to ask. ]

Are you at all tired?

I could sleep. The serum has made it difficult to get tired.

[ but he's relaxed and he's comfortable and that alone is enough. If he relaxes a bit more, Steve knows he'll fall asleep. ]

It feels nice. It's tempting.

[ it's impossible not to take a mental note. even now, there's a certain quality of duty that perks up when he explains this small side-effect of the serum. it's alright, though, because it's precisely the sort of revelation she intends to keep to herself. private, peggy's-eyes-only lessons. ]

But...?

[ it's tempting, but what? ]

But then I'll miss this.

[ her, sprawled above him. her, wrapped warm and snug around his cock, her, snuggled close in his arms. Her, smelling like perfume and shaving cream and sex. ]

It's one hell of a price to pay for sleep.

You won't miss a thing. Hand to God.

[ she reaches up and cards her fingers through his hair. her touch pauses, brief, at his temple. ]

Because we've got tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that.

[ she turns her cheek and kisses his chest. ]

And I already know what your next lesson will be.

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Weeks.

[ hell, the things she can teach him in weeks. steve makes a keen, happy sound, seeks her touch. He kisses her wrist, sucking happily on the soft skin he finds there. ]

And I don't suppose you'll tell me what it is?

[ weeks. good lord, will she even know what to do with him after weeks? she's dizzy all over again at the prospect—raring and eager to start filling in the hours. ]

I'd had to give you an unfair advantage.

[ she lets her eyes slip shut as she "lectures" him on the strange new ethics of their predicament. their teacher-student relationship. ]

No—you'll have to wait. You'll have to be patient.

Yes ma'am.

[ he thinks he can be good for her. He thinks he can wait and not ask her too many questions just yet. His caresses turn lazy, slow circles on her lower back. ]

Stay.

[ hell, he never wants her to leave again. ]

[ she hums her agreement. she'll stay—at least for a little while. after all, it's only the afternoon yet. they can't lay about all bloody day, despite the otherwise emptied schedule ahead of them.

for weeks.

she luxuriates in a slower, care-free breathing pattern. ]

Close your eyes.

[ hers are already shut. ]

Yes ma'am.

[ He hasn't done this in years, napped through the afternoon. This, now, is a first in so many ways. But it's so simple to hold her close and breath her in, to close his eyes and take a deep breath and sleep. Steve's sleep is sweet and deep, dreamless and happy.

He can get used to it, to her presence. He doesn't quite remember how he's ever managed it without her there. ]

[ it's little more than a catnap. but, oh it's a lovely catnap. she makes a pillow of his chest, of his shoulder, and leeches heat off his skin. more than that—she makes no effort to disentangle their bodies. she doesn't allow him to slide out or exit her—meaning that when she wakes (oh, about forty-five minutes later) a bleary stretch reminds her that he still fills her.

—it's enough to make her breath catch. her fingers tighten on the plane of his stomach. the afternoon sun filters through the drapes, cutting a bright ray of light across his chin, his neck, his shoulder. ]

—Steve.

[ it's barely a whisper. ]

Mmm?

[ He wakes up slowly. There's a small stretch first, his body shifts below her. He cracks open one eye, smiles and shuts it again. For all that he cares, he could stay inside her for the rest of the day and not miss a single thing, not movement nor food. Inside her, his body is quickly waking up to. ]

's nice.

[ it's exhilarating. ]

[ it is nice—although she finds the sentiment sticky in her throat. it's easier by far to turn her cheek and kiss his skin and inhale that odd-lovely musk of spent energy and clean linens. of him, spiced and organic, beneath it all.

christ above and the devil below, but he'd taken her on a trip not so long ago. she's almost a little guilty for how quickly, how simply, she'd fallen asleep with him. it felt unlike her—but not in the worst of ways. ]

We can't stay like this forever.

[ peggy tells him—almost wanting to be challenged and proven otherwise. ]

Says who.

[ his eyes are still closed but he moves a hand up and down her back, a lazy caress that repeats itself for a heartbeat or two. Hell, she's so soft,, now that he's discovered her, he can't imagine not touching her, not for a moment. ]

D'you have anywhere to be?

[ she smiles against his skin. god, but how easy it is to smile with him. her cheeks might start to sting from all this smiling. peggy practically vibrates beneath his tough. her spine stretches again. she aims to cover him entirely. ]

Says me, Rogers. [ she gives his chin a little tug. ] I'm the most senior active officer within a hundred acres at least. You're meant to do as I say.

[ finally, he opens his eyes and looks at her though really, he would have had better luck winning this little back-and-forth if he had kept them closed. She's right there, wonderfully naked, hair mussed. Steve reaches over and tugs on a curl. ]

Give me a worthwhile order and I'm all yours.

[ oh, but his smile is sunny. ]

—Alright.

[ she pauses, eyeing him from this odd angle, before pushing up with both hands flat on his stomach. the whole movement seems intended to remind steve how very inside of her he still is, with a gentle press of her hips and a slight tightening of muscle. just enough to whet his appetite all over again, she thinks.

except... ]

Go clean yourself up, soldier, and meet me back here in twenty for your next lesson.

[ he watches her. She moves smoothly, sitting up at once and, just as she's planned, he's already hardening inside her the moment she takes him deeper inside. He hisses and reaches for her hips, stopping just shy of it when her order does come.

He's still awfully unhappy about easing out of her, there's a small disappointed growl when he does. He rolls her back onto the mattress and gets up. ]

It better not be anything about the theory of war.

[ he warns her before stepping into the bathroom. ]

[ her whole plan nearly comes undone when she feels his cock stiffen, buried deep inside—and peggy resolves then and there that the next time she takes a snooze with their bodies locked together, the first order of business upon waking needs must be a good, spirited fuck.

but for now—listening to his reluctant growl—she's got wisdom to impart. steve walks away from his bed and she sits up, still naked, and stretches her arms above her head. ]

Bad luck. [ she calls after him. ] It's all about picking your battles.

[ on slightly unsteady legs, peggy stands up. she gathers her scattered clothes in her arm and, leaning against his bathroom door, she adds: ]

Don't you dare touch yourself while we're apart.

[ and with that, she disappears back to her own room and her own shower. she's got her own scrubbing up to do. ]

[ it's easy to call back yes ma'am. Though it's an order that's difficult to follow when he's already hard from having been inside her, from watching her walk away naked. Steve showers, washes both his body and face in the agreed-upon military time of seven minutes. He pulls on a pair of sweat pants and and, stretching, walks back to his bedroom.

He might just have time to pick up all the pens and the papers he's dropped in search of the box of rubbers. ]

[ in just a handful of hours, her life has been flipped on its head. there was always an inevitability to her and steve rogers—so she can't exactly be surprised that they've ended up at this particular fork in the road—but she didn't expect it so soon, so sudden, so seductive.

—and, stuck on the thought, peggy doesn't hold herself to any same standard as she stands beneath a stream of hot water. she ekes out a quick, hard climax just to take the edge off. she'll need all her self-restraint to see him through the next lesson.

she picks through her wardrobe with an element of strategy but ultimately passes on anything of her own. instead, she chooses a rather girlish sundress left behind by none other than howard stark. it's thin and floral and tight through the middle with a light flare around her thighs, down to her knees. she redoes her lipstick, reapplies her perfume, but peggy doesn't bother to don any knickers; they'll just get in the way.

nor does she knock on her return—catching him bent down to collect a handful of pens. she sidles up behind him, cuffing an arm around his chest and drawing him back against her front. without a word, she hurries a palm across the front of his sweatpants—testing whether he's still stiff. ]

[ he hears her walking over but while he expects to hear her voice, see her leaned against his door or the wardrobe, he hasn't expected her touch, nor her boldness. He hisses her name, nudging back against her. He's hard, still, and becoming harder the moment her fingers move over him through the fabric. ]

That's my lesson?

[ because he can get behind this idea. ]

I think we've already covered that.

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