name: steve rogers fandom: marvel cinematic universe plot point: beginning of captain america notes: despite all of his health problems, steve is the kind of person who somehow always gets into trouble. usually standing up for himself or others, but trouble anyways.
Oh, scrawny absolutely described him, and that was when they were doing their best to be kind. But the way that Peggy was looking at him and touching him … The appreciation makes his heart flutter and those old insecurities quiet down. He’s not ticklish, but her fingers leave cool trails in their wake and he aches for more when she pulls her hands away.
And then she takes off her bra.
“Wow,” he says in awe, drinking her in. Her neck slopes gracefully into her shoulders, and he does see her muscles, but they look like they could hold the weight of the world and bench press a soldier or two. When she looks away, he gently reaches up and turns her back to him. “Hey. You’re beautiful. What’re you thinking?”
Her face nuzzles into that touch, eyes meeting his. For a moment, at his words, there's so much she might say. She could talk about the innumerable pressures and expectations about these things that fall on women, and the ones that have fallen on her - the strange looks, which even for someone with her confidence could eat away at the mind. To have her strength, in a man's world. But all that is...not what she wants right now, not that she has the words for how he so easily stripped those cares and fears away.
But right now, all that matters is he sees, and that he was looking at her with...reverence.
So instead she takes his hands, placing them on the upper slopes of her breasts.
"I think...you need to touch me, love. Boldly, and not stopping until I'm an absolute mess."
With that shared look, Steve understands. No one is free from the expectations of others and the way they can be internalized. It’s an agonizing tight rope walk made worse by the situation they find themselves in. There is not room for error, not when lives and nations are on the line, and when women were encouraged to continue their domestic roles as a patriotic duty. Sure, many were being drafted into auxiliary services and others were going into typically male-held jobs on the home front, but as far as he knew, there was no one else in a role like Peggy’s.
But he listens to her when she says that she doesn’t need words. Not now.
“I can do bold,” he says, before moving his hands to cup the swells of her breasts, brushing his thumbs over her nipples. At the same time, he started kissing down the line of her collar bone, and was unable to hold back a moan from being so close to her, from being able to touch her like this, all with her enthusiastic permission.
She had to slap a hand against the the wall of the elevator, at his touch, to avoid simply pressing her chest into his face demanding more. That and she suddenly felt a tiny bit shaky, drinking in the ambrosia of this moment - his touch, his clear enjoyment.
"Oh, God, Steve..." she whispers, skin raising in goosebumps on her arms.
A bit shakily at first, she responds with boldness in kind, working to undo his trousers, hand slipping below his belt line, eagerly.
The sound of her hand against the wall made him jump, but once he realized why she had done that, a rush of heat flashes through him. She absolutely could have demanded more. Demanded anything she wanted and he would happily give it for as long as she wanted. As it was, he continued to lavish her chest with attention, eager to make her whispers into something louder.
His pants would be much less complicated than her bra—nothing reinforced there—and she would find him already heavy with arousal.
"Oh, my," she said, drawing his hardened cock forth, fingers gently wrapping around his shaft. The smile on her face was an eager one, enjoying the warmth of him, and especially his reactions.
She leaned in, kissing him again, giving him a gentle squeeze, to test his reactions. "So eager," she teased, gently, biting her lower lip. "Makes two of us. Hang on."
With reluctance, she pushed herself to her feet, long enough to work at the buttons of her skirt, letting it fall. Then, all that remains is to work her panties down over her stockings, before she can eagerly get back to where she was, kissing him hungrily.
While kissing her back, she would feel him jolt and suck in a gasp of air, his hips thrusting into her hand. “For you? Always.”
As she in undressing, he wastes no time getting his pants off and out of the way as well, but his eyes don’t leave her for a moment. He ingrains each of her movements, the curves of her body, into his mind. He would love to draw her someday. Maybe when they have safety and security once again, when they can do this in a proper bed with sunlight coming through a window and had absolutely no reason to rush.
She can see that, in how he looks at her. She's had men look at her lustily before. Sometimes she's had to use her looks to get information - but this? This is different. She sinks back down so happily as a result, feeling his hardness between her legs for the first time, knowing he'll feel her own desire for him with each little movement.
"Next time," she promises, eyes locked on his, lips near his, "we take our time. Pleasure for hours."
She reaches down, sliding the head of his cock between her wet lower lips, gasping at the feeling, body shuddering in anticipation.
"But I've wanted this...wanted you...for so long..."
He smiles against her lips, eyes brimming with anticipation, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close. He likes the idea of next time and the possibilities it contains. He puts off the future planning for what is happening right at this moment, and that is the feeling of her surrounding him, warm and wet. He follows her lead, not going too fast, because while he was not the largest man in the world by any means, he did not want to be careless.
“You don’t have to wait anymore,” he said, rocking his hips towards hers. “Or ever again.”
At the same time, he snaked a hand down to the junction of her legs, with a quirk of his brow, asking for permission.
He moaned into her mouth, her warmth, and the sensation of being inside her overwhelming.
“You feel wonderful,” he managed to say as he rocked his hips against hers, trying to find a rhythm. But his eyes would be intently on hers, watching for her reactions as he started to rub her clit. Even when every nerve in his body was alight with pleasure, he wanted to focus on her, give her what she needed and wanted.
When they find that rhythm, it is perfection. She gasps, hotly, against his lips, fingers gripping into his shoulders at the spark of intense pleasure he's creating. Belatedly, she realizes that might hurt, and relaxes her grip.
"Good God, Steven..."
She moves her own hips in time with his, kissing him again, moaning flagrantly.
"Don't stop," she manages, body shaking in pleasure, "never stop."
He raised his shoulders into her hands, seeking the pressure again. It didn’t hurt, and even if there might be bruises there in the morning, he was not afraid of her strength.
Steve steadily increased the force of his thrusts, wanting to drive her over that edge.
“Don’t hold back,” he managed to say around a kiss.
"I won't," she whispers, eyes fluttering shut. "I won't, I won't, I won't..."
Her hips roll seeking to take him as deeply inside as she possibly can.
No, she won't hold back. Not with him. Not anymore. Never again. She has taken a lover, and it's not just anyone, but the man she adores. The man she...just plain loves, in every way. Her best friend, a desirable man...a wanted dancing partner. She can almost feel their connection growing, deepening.
Or maybe it's just her conscious mind catching up with everything that has already been there. Whatever it is, she throws her head back, hips starting to grind a bit, moaning eagerly, overwhelmed by his nimble fingers, the filling sensation of their coupling.
Steve felt the same way: that their connection had grown, deepened. He knew the taste of her lips and what her moans sounded like. He knew the press of her fingers into him and what it ws like to hold her in his arms. She now knew that he would absolutely accept every part of her, even the sides and pieces that she had yet to show to him.
“I got you, I got you,” he moaned, every one of her thrusts sending sparks over his skin. Like they were on fire wasn’t quite right, didn’t do their intimacy justice.
Honestly, he felt himself getting closer to that edge. He never had much endurance, but he was going to focus on her and hold out as long as he could, make this as wonderful as she deserved—and she deserved so much.
He's not the only one. His words, so intimate, so caring, so...him - it's like they burn a straight line from her ears right to the heat of their coupling.
"Ahh!" She moans, the sensation ramping up so quickly it catches her by surprise. Her eyes lock on his, hand on his cheek, hips moving with abandon, just to get all of him, as much of him as she can, inside of her.
He surged up and kissed her deeply again, keeping his eyes locked on hers too. His face was flushed with exertion and there was an expression of absolute passionate devotion in his eyes. He thrust deeper into her, wanting her to not just be close, but to go over that edge. To hit that moment of ecstasy and be overwhelmed by it. To have that satisfying release.
It's the eye contact that does it. Those beautiful, kind eyes, she swears it has to be them.
"I'm g-" is all she manages, as her body seems to fly apart on her. A deep welling feeling surges up and washes over her, her entire body shuddering and forcing her eyes shut as she cried out. Oh, it felt wonderful. So very wonderful. So very new.
Fireworks, in her mind. Shudders across her body as she kept going, only wanting him to join her in the moment, hands scrabbling at him, to hold him, to possess him.
"Oh, Steve..." she mewled, love plain in her voice and in her eyes.
As much as he wanted to, he wasn't able to hold on himself for much longer either. The way she moved and held onto him, the way that she didn't look away ... If he could flush any harder than he was, he wouldn't have blood for anything else. Fire smoldered across his nerves and he clung back onto her, gasping as he felt and heard her climax, and as he reached his own.
"P-Peggy," he groaned, nuzzling his face into her neck, out of breath.
"Mm." He sighed contently at the feeling of her fingers in his hair. He stayed where he was as well, absolutely happy to not have this moment end. If they could stay like this forever, that would be nice.
"Yes, you are," he laughed, returning the kiss on her cheek.
She wants it to. Can the universe bend, just for them? Can it, just this once?
"I always told myself," she says, after a moment, "that if I ever took a lover, they'd be the best possible man. Kind, sweet, clever, handsome. Got a bit jaded along the way about that being possible, but then...here you are."
They were owed it, with all they had gone through and done. One night off was all Cinderella wanted. They weren’t asking for much either.
And he was left flabbergasted at her words.
He wasn’t sure if he was all of that—he tried to be the best person that he could, and sometimes his temper got the best of him, but … was that how she really saw him?
“I wouldn’t say you’re jaded, but I’m glad I’m here with you.”
Tried harder than most. And what got his temper up? Unfairness. Injustice. And the frustration of not being able - or allowed - to do anything about it.
Add to that a soupcon of humour, an eager, exploring mind - and very handsome, to her eyes. That smile alone would do it, really.
She traced his lips with a fingertip, kissing him again gently, still enjoying the post-coital warmth.
"I'm British, Steve, we're all bitter and sarcastic, you know," she replied, hiding her humour behind a stern face. "The weather, you know."
The grin came back out as she threaded her hands into his hair.
“Oh, well, you’ll just have to see New York in the summer. It can be downright miserable with the heat and humidity, but I bet you’ll love it.”
He kissed her back and moaned when her fingers trailed over his scalp. He loves the loo of playfulness in her eyes and he gets a bit of a mischievous look on his face.
“If that’s the case, let’s play hookie until tomorrow morning. Just until about ten, to have a late breakfast. We can say we need time to recover from being stuck here all night.”
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Date: 2023-02-12 09:13 pm (UTC)And then she takes off her bra.
“Wow,” he says in awe, drinking her in. Her neck slopes gracefully into her shoulders, and he does see her muscles, but they look like they could hold the weight of the world and bench press a soldier or two. When she looks away, he gently reaches up and turns her back to him. “Hey. You’re beautiful. What’re you thinking?”
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Date: 2023-02-13 12:38 am (UTC)But right now, all that matters is he sees, and that he was looking at her with...reverence.
So instead she takes his hands, placing them on the upper slopes of her breasts.
"I think...you need to touch me, love. Boldly, and not stopping until I'm an absolute mess."
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Date: 2023-02-13 02:09 am (UTC)But he listens to her when she says that she doesn’t need words. Not now.
“I can do bold,” he says, before moving his hands to cup the swells of her breasts, brushing his thumbs over her nipples. At the same time, he started kissing down the line of her collar bone, and was unable to hold back a moan from being so close to her, from being able to touch her like this, all with her enthusiastic permission.
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Date: 2023-02-16 03:59 am (UTC)"Oh, God, Steve..." she whispers, skin raising in goosebumps on her arms.
A bit shakily at first, she responds with boldness in kind, working to undo his trousers, hand slipping below his belt line, eagerly.
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Date: 2023-02-20 12:58 am (UTC)His pants would be much less complicated than her bra—nothing reinforced there—and she would find him already heavy with arousal.
“A-Ah … Peggy …”
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Date: 2023-02-20 05:43 pm (UTC)She leaned in, kissing him again, giving him a gentle squeeze, to test his reactions. "So eager," she teased, gently, biting her lower lip. "Makes two of us. Hang on."
With reluctance, she pushed herself to her feet, long enough to work at the buttons of her skirt, letting it fall. Then, all that remains is to work her panties down over her stockings, before she can eagerly get back to where she was, kissing him hungrily.
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Date: 2023-02-20 09:44 pm (UTC)As she in undressing, he wastes no time getting his pants off and out of the way as well, but his eyes don’t leave her for a moment. He ingrains each of her movements, the curves of her body, into his mind. He would love to draw her someday. Maybe when they have safety and security once again, when they can do this in a proper bed with sunlight coming through a window and had absolutely no reason to rush.
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Date: 2023-02-20 10:00 pm (UTC)"Next time," she promises, eyes locked on his, lips near his, "we take our time. Pleasure for hours."
She reaches down, sliding the head of his cock between her wet lower lips, gasping at the feeling, body shuddering in anticipation.
"But I've wanted this...wanted you...for so long..."
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Date: 2023-02-20 10:41 pm (UTC)“You don’t have to wait anymore,” he said, rocking his hips towards hers. “Or ever again.”
At the same time, he snaked a hand down to the junction of her legs, with a quirk of his brow, asking for permission.
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Date: 2023-02-20 10:45 pm (UTC)She nods, kissing his lips deeply, whispering against them. "Take me, Steven. Fill me up. I want all of you inside me..."
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Date: 2023-04-15 09:19 pm (UTC)“You feel wonderful,” he managed to say as he rocked his hips against hers, trying to find a rhythm. But his eyes would be intently on hers, watching for her reactions as he started to rub her clit. Even when every nerve in his body was alight with pleasure, he wanted to focus on her, give her what she needed and wanted.
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Date: 2023-04-16 04:35 am (UTC)"Good God, Steven..."
She moves her own hips in time with his, kissing him again, moaning flagrantly.
"Don't stop," she manages, body shaking in pleasure, "never stop."
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Date: 2023-06-11 10:25 pm (UTC)Steve steadily increased the force of his thrusts, wanting to drive her over that edge.
“Don’t hold back,” he managed to say around a kiss.
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Date: 2023-06-30 01:14 am (UTC)Her hips roll seeking to take him as deeply inside as she possibly can.
No, she won't hold back. Not with him. Not anymore. Never again. She has taken a lover, and it's not just anyone, but the man she adores. The man she...just plain loves, in every way. Her best friend, a desirable man...a wanted dancing partner. She can almost feel their connection growing, deepening.
Or maybe it's just her conscious mind catching up with everything that has already been there. Whatever it is, she throws her head back, hips starting to grind a bit, moaning eagerly, overwhelmed by his nimble fingers, the filling sensation of their coupling.
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Date: 2023-12-23 08:10 pm (UTC)“I got you, I got you,” he moaned, every one of her thrusts sending sparks over his skin. Like they were on fire wasn’t quite right, didn’t do their intimacy justice.
Honestly, he felt himself getting closer to that edge. He never had much endurance, but he was going to focus on her and hold out as long as he could, make this as wonderful as she deserved—and she deserved so much.
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Date: 2023-12-24 05:04 am (UTC)"Ahh!" She moans, the sensation ramping up so quickly it catches her by surprise. Her eyes lock on his, hand on his cheek, hips moving with abandon, just to get all of him, as much of him as she can, inside of her.
"Steven, I think...I'm close, I'm close..."
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Date: 2024-04-28 04:14 pm (UTC)God, he loved her.
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Date: 2024-05-03 02:03 am (UTC)"I'm g-" is all she manages, as her body seems to fly apart on her. A deep welling feeling surges up and washes over her, her entire body shuddering and forcing her eyes shut as she cried out. Oh, it felt wonderful. So very wonderful. So very new.
Fireworks, in her mind. Shudders across her body as she kept going, only wanting him to join her in the moment, hands scrabbling at him, to hold him, to possess him.
"Oh, Steve..." she mewled, love plain in her voice and in her eyes.
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Date: 2024-07-26 02:34 pm (UTC)"P-Peggy," he groaned, nuzzling his face into her neck, out of breath.
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Date: 2024-07-30 02:48 am (UTC)When she did come to a stop, she stayed where she was, letting the intimacy of the moment hold onto them, stroking his hair with a hand.
"Mmm, bloody amazing," she said, finally, turning her head to kiss his cheek.
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Date: 2024-08-04 01:08 am (UTC)"Yes, you are," he laughed, returning the kiss on her cheek.
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Date: 2024-08-05 04:27 am (UTC)"I always told myself," she says, after a moment, "that if I ever took a lover, they'd be the best possible man. Kind, sweet, clever, handsome. Got a bit jaded along the way about that being possible, but then...here you are."
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Date: 2024-09-15 08:29 pm (UTC)And he was left flabbergasted at her words.
He wasn’t sure if he was all of that—he tried to be the best person that he could, and sometimes his temper got the best of him, but … was that how she really saw him?
“I wouldn’t say you’re jaded, but I’m glad I’m here with you.”
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Date: 2024-09-22 01:28 am (UTC)Add to that a soupcon of humour, an eager, exploring mind - and very handsome, to her eyes. That smile alone would do it, really.
She traced his lips with a fingertip, kissing him again gently, still enjoying the post-coital warmth.
"I'm British, Steve, we're all bitter and sarcastic, you know," she replied, hiding her humour behind a stern face. "The weather, you know."
The grin came back out as she threaded her hands into his hair.
"Anything else is you bringing it out in me."
Exaggerating, kidding, but she's feeling playful.
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Date: 2024-12-24 06:08 pm (UTC)“Oh, well, you’ll just have to see New York in the summer. It can be downright miserable with the heat and humidity, but I bet you’ll love it.”
He kissed her back and moaned when her fingers trailed over his scalp. He loves the loo of playfulness in her eyes and he gets a bit of a mischievous look on his face.
“If that’s the case, let’s play hookie until tomorrow morning. Just until about ten, to have a late breakfast. We can say we need time to recover from being stuck here all night.”
God willing, nothing would explode before then.
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