encompass | ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘᴏsᴛ 2019-2020 ( ɢᴇɴ + sᴍᴜᴛ )

Patience. Resilience. Whether you can stomach delaying immediate gratification for something bigger, better, more.

[ she'll have to be careful. it's altogether too easy to come under his spell and stand, bewitched, with her body pressed up against his. she makes a point to pry herself off him and retreat by a step.

one hand on his elbow turns him around to face her at the same moment. ]

All of that in one lesson?

[ but his voice lowers, the pitch changes. More, she says, and steve has no idea what she means but he knows he's eager to find out.

He sighs his disappointment once she steps back but obeys her at once when she tugs at his elbow.

And hell, she's gorgeous. ]

You look good.

[ he reaches for the dress, just to feel the fabric. ]

[ —dressing outside of her usual style is thoroughly worth it for the glimmer in his eyes and the way he seeks to touch, grapple, experience. rather than swat his hand away, she lets him get his fingers on the too-light-to-believe it fabric.

peggy has every reason to let him fondle and feel however he so chooses. after all, it'll only make things more difficult for him. but she does drag the back of her nails across his wrist and his arm, pausing at his elbow. ]

Ditto. [ her eyes travel the length of his torso, and— ] Half-dressed has always looked good on you.

[ she confesses. ]

[ allowed his own way, he feels the fabric of the skirt before inching his hand up her back, feeling how it fits against her. He trails his touch over her side, the swell of her breast. ]

Always?

[ he smiles and steps closer, wrapping his free arm around her waist and bringing her close. ]

Always.

[ she echoes with a sibilant hiss. he cages her close and peggy lifts her head so she can still watch his eyes. she presses her body against him ever-so-almost off center, so she can press her hip against his previously identified erection. ]

Why else do you think I made certain to be present at every physical the army ever put you through?

[ it's not true. well, it's not entirely true. she might have enjoyed every opportunity, but she was often there in an official capacity. ]

Because you're professional and thorough.

[ he answers, at once. It doesn't change the fact that apparently she eyed him in a way that was not entirely professional. He hums once she presses against him and bends his head to kiss her, short and sweet. ]

And caring.

[ a bit more of this and they'll go down the sentimental route. ]

Exactly.

[ she hits each syllable on its head with a voice so sharp that it jars against her softer appearance. peggy might be wearing a floral-print sundress, but she's still agent carter through and through.

and (as if to remind him) she scrapes her teeth against his lower lip.

and then she professionally and thoroughly and caringly nudges him into a wing-backed chair sat in the corner of the room. ]

[ her kiss turns sharp and steve's groan turns into a sound of complaint when she pulls back and indicates where he should sit.

He wasn't expecting the dress nor the chair. He thought she'll ease him against the bed once more. He sits down and immediately tries to reach for her. Apparently, he thinks she'll climb into his lap. ]

Not yet.

[ she answers when she pushes his hand away—promising, it seems, that she will find her way to his lap in the long view. but for now, she advances on his chair and nudges his knees apart not unlike she did during his shave.

this time, however, she doesn't sink to his lap but instead sinks to her knees—bare on the rug, except also hidden by the dress as it pools around her. and as though she expects his protest, she places the flat of her hand on his chest and urges him to stay seated exactly as he is. ]

You understand what's expected of you, don't you, Steve?

[ she's not wrong. Just as she kneels before him, he reaches for her again, thinking he could sway her to sit in his lap instead. He does obey her, does sit back and watches her.

His throat is dry. He doesn't dare to imagine he knows what's coming. After a moment, he nods. ]

Wait for your word.

—Good.

[ however, it's the last word she says to him for some time. rather than warn him that he may need to pace himself, may need to gather all his stamina and endurance into one sticking place, she sets herself to the small task of rolling the band of his sweatpants down, down, down his hips until she frees his cock from his clothing.

heavens, but he's a specimen. she thumbs the base of his shaft, fusses over the angle, and then leans so she can pull the flat of her tongue across his cockhead. it's a delicate lick—one she can accomplish while rolling her eyes upward, watching his face. ]

[ he's heard talk about this but never in his life did steve think of her doing this to him. She's elegant and ferocious, it's difficult imagining her on her knees. But then, she's right there and he groans the moment her tongue touches his cock, clever and hot. The muscles in his hips tense and he twists in his seat, watching her.

He's painfully hard and she's only touched him ones. ]

I don't know if I'll be able to wait.

[ peggy carter may be on her knees, but there's no mistaking the firm and charged grip she retains upon their circumstances. she proves herself more than capable of orchestrating the moment from where she kneels between his legs. her grip on the lower half of his erection is loose but unmistakable. it starts at just enough to steady him stiff and angled against the curve of her lower lip.

still flat, her tongue swirls a lazy circle—letting saliva drip and collect 'round the head of his cock. he tells her that he doesn't know if he'll be able to wait and peggy doesn't answer him with words—choosing instead to bob about an inch inside her mouth, lips tightening briefly, before she lets him loose with a pop.

the motion leaves behind a distinctive smudge of red lipstick on his skin. ]

[ she's so quiet and the silence is effective as well. Steve can't seem to distract her from this one mission she's taken upon herself and that alone is terribly attractive. She looks incredible, the visual is almost as unraveling as the sensation, the traces of lipstick, the wet sound. Steve writhes and fidgets under her treatment, shivering and hissing. ]

Peg, c'mon.

[ she's killing him. ]

[ it's so damned satisfying—to move a mountain like him with only the briefest introduction of her lips. lower, her fingers knead the base of his cock. peggy tugs, light but insistent, as though she might pull him to the very edge of his chair.

next time, she takes him a little deeper—mouth tightening, shifting, undulating around him. rather than applying any perfected technique, she seems to instead simply be enjoying the exploration.

peggy anchors herself with a hand on his knee. after a minute or three, she lifts her head and eyes him. ]

Remember. Patience is a virtue.

[ he almost fails the test outright. The combination between her lips and fingers is incredibly, almost enough. steve growls and shifts towards her, deeper into her mouth, slow and careful. He manages, just barely, not to come, hands tight against the arms of the chair. He moves one to caress her cheek, watching her with a small smile. ]

You're talkin' about virtues right now?

[ on her knees, with her lipstick on his cock? ]

[ instead of answering him outright, instead of quibbling what is or isn't a virtue at this very moment, peggy dips her head once more and seats his cock deep into the back of her throat—holding him there for a moment before another long, languid exit. her lips pop off the head of his cock and one last, affectionate lick bobs him back and forth a moment.

and then she sits back, just barely within reach, and watches him while her breath catches. ]

...Ready for the next exercise, soldier?

[ she's far from done with him yet. ]

Yeah.

[ he probably isn't. He can feel it, the sweet hints of an orgasm. He knows better than saying no. He wants to feel her mouth again. it's better to be confident, or at least to appear so. He doesn't look away from her and when he reaches for her it's only to wipe a bit of saliva and lipstick from the corner of her mouth. ]

You've never looked better.

[ there's no grace in how she fields his compliment. peggy's throat clears—half in dismissal, and half like she's swallowing down the last taste of him still smeared inside her cheek. slowly, languidly, she rises off her knees and climbs into his lap.

she steadies herself with a hand on either side of the wing-backed chair. and, as her dress's skirt floats and settles around her thighs, he'll quickly realize she's bare beneath it. for now, his still saliva-damp cock rests awkward against the inside of her thigh—just barely brushing soft skin. ]

Might as well get your sweet nothings out now. [ she finally answers. ] As I imagine you'll be cursing me before the afternoon is through.

[ it's a promise. ]

[ she's a dream, really. She carries herself here and now the same way she carries herself in any other situation, with a rare sense of confidence and grace. It's both proper and dirty good at the same time. She settles closes and Steve reaches for her at one, running his hands up her legs, beneath her dress, feeling the skin of her thighs and backside, silky smooth and warm. He splays his hands right there, right beneath her ass and pulls her close. ]

Don't know.

[ He smiles at her. ]

I'm pretty happy with you right now.

ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴘᴏsᴛ 2019-2020 ( ɢᴇɴ + sᴍᴜᴛ )

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