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[M] water bring my body in, @PEGGY CARTER
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Dec 11 2015, 01:39 AM
you're a force of nature
Peggy had always believed that even in the most hopeless and the most helpless of situations, her fate would always find its way to her. She didn't believe that it would always be the most obvious of things: it wouldn't always come as a flashy uniform carrying a shield... Sometimes it would be as simple as a hot cup of tea within a beautiful winter afternoon. Sometimes that's exactly all that was needed.
It was the small things and the small moments that made up a single life, after all. It was the glances that earned a smile and the smiles that earned a greeting. Greetings drifted into conversations and those conversations had you viewing the world in a way you might never have thought to.
Those conversations, too, could lead to bonds that one wasn't entirely prepared for. Bonds that turned to wants, wants that inspired needs... Ah, how those small things added up.
Small things, Peggy had never taken for granted and it was luckily so for fate hadn't given her a flashy uniform carrying a shield, nor had it given her a hot cup of tea within a beautiful winter morning. No, it had given her quite the opposite: rainy, dreary, muddy days and the skinniest guy that had ever stepped foot onto her training base.
She fell in love, first, with his determination. She couldn't lie and say she had never looked into his file once he had been accepted into her training base... He had wanted this more than any other male that Peggy had seen come and go again. He might not have gone about it conventionally - nor did he go about much of anything conventionally - but it had been that stubborn determination that had pushed him into her own fate's path.
His courage and bravery are what she had fallen for next. Where others would run and hide, Grant would throw himself into the line of fire if it meant sparing a single wound on someone else. He stepped up to the plate without a single question and took every order with more pride than Peggy had ever hoped to see in any of their soldiers.
It was all downhill from there, and she wasn't at all able to stop nor control it. His selflessness, his kind heart, the respect he had for those around him, his smile, his eyes, his hands... And this was all well before the serum had magnified everything about him. After the serum, Peggy was able to see all of the traits she adored most about him being put into play good and properly which was around the time her heart became his rather permanently.
They hadn't had enough other long enough. There hadn't been enough stolen kisses when no one was around in the middle of the day to catch sight of them. There weren't enough intimate nights tucked away where no one would dare search for either of them. He hadn't brushed his hand against hers so subtly that no one even took notice quite enough... They hadn't had enough time together, and yet they had had all the time in the world. More than most people were fortunate enough to experience.
Death had taken them, but they had still been together. Neither had had to live a life without the other, and wasn't that a blessing? Really, it should be counted as one and yet Peggy still felt it to be too bittersweet.
The first few nights in their home - being able to say 'their' home never failed to make her smile - since being pulled back into the land of the living were spent much as her nights back on the training base were. Enjoying the gentle breeze as it blew around her while hoping fatigue would find her long enough to get some shuteye. Her fingers gently stroking the locket she wore around her neck; at one point it had been an empty gift that had reminded her of home. Later, when a photograph had been added within, it became a reminder that she had something to fight for and that he, her love, had someone to return to.
Sleep became a rare commodity during the first couple of weeks. It was only at the mercy of absolute exhaustion that it came at all and even then it was only for a few hours at best. Peggy never stirred about in the bits of sleep that she was able to grasp onto; there was no indication that her mind was still in overdrive and she preferred it that way. Grant needn't lose sleep simply because she was.
More often than not, her brown eyes would be focused on a wall or the ceiling typically after her focus was stuck on a dream she hadn't been able to shake. She dreamy often of being in that plane as it sunk into the icy blue water and much as it had been in reality, Peggy wasn't alone in her dream.
She would watch him. She would see that determination, courage, bravery and selflessness that she had fallen in love with and she would hate him for all of it. She would hate that he couldn't be selfish just this once... That they couldn't be selfish together.
She would struggle. Struggle with whether or not the world was really worth preserving if Grant wasn't living in it. She couldn't imagine a world where he wasn't alive and making it better and safer for everyone. Her entire world consisted of nothing more than him... but was that worth ruining the worlds of so many others? Were they worth that?
Either way, she would fail to save him. Her own life meant nothing; Peggy could come to terms with her own death despite the fact that it meant the two wouldn't be together in any form so long as it meant the world wouldn't take him, too. Grant's death - even if she around to see it for herself - was a heartbreak she didn't want to endure.
She would fail to save herself in failing to save him, and yet the world continued on. Now they continued on, too.
Sleep slowly came easier to the brunette as realizations set in that Grant was truly okay. Perhaps he was having the same thoughts and dreams as she and was struggling to adapt as much as she was, but he was alive and well and that? That was all Peggy had ever hoped for. They were learning things side by side and while that presented more challenges than she cared to admit to, they were having fun in facing them together.
This was their new life now... Together, alone and perfect. There was no one to frown upon a work romance and there was no one to shame them for claiming each other in private before claiming each other on paper. So much had changed to accommodate the romance they had once shared and that was perhaps one of the things about this changed world that she enjoyed the most.
Grant's fixation with the air conditioning was something that had Peggy turning to sweaters and quilts in search of warmth quite frequently. Even in their bedroom, the air was quite cool but beneath the blankets that draped over their bed and against Grant's warm body - and, at times much like now - draped over his body - Peggy didn't meet so much as a single shiver.
It would have been a few hours from the time that that faint golden glow found their bedroom windows that Peggy would typically wake up. Her fingertips tracing over the bare skin of Grant's chest in an effort to wake him, too. As it were, Peggy was still in as deep a sleep as she had been for most of the night until she felt Grant's touch waking her for a change.
It took her eyes a few moments to adjust to the faintest bits of light; a flew sleepy blinks to right her slightly groggy vision. As his lips pressed into her forehead, her eyes closed and it was in that brief second that she wanted to let that lull her right back to sleep but it was his words that pulled her gaze back to his.
Peggy was well beyond certain that there was a curious look on her face as she tried to make sense of where all of this was coming from. There was nothing more that she wanted in this world than to share this new beginning with him, but it was only as his fingers laced through her own and lifted her hand so that the faint light of the sun caught the ring he had placed on her finger that everything pieced itself together.
It wasn't just any touch that had pulled her from her sleep, but rather him placing that very ring onto her finger. It wasn't a piece of jewellery that either had ever discussed in great depth but it was one that had her heart thudding in her chest just as strongly and just as quickly as it had each time she would see him coming back to her each time they had to venture away from each other for whatever length of time. That same relief, excitement...
Those same small moments, much like this, that made up a single life. One they would now share much as they had wanted to from the beginning.
She would deny the tears that stung her eyes as she nodded her head so gently she questioned if he had even taken notice to it as she pressed her lips against his. A kiss that might have lasted longer had that thought not plagued her mind long enough to have her pulling back and biting down on her bottom lip as she realized just how little she had needed to think of her answer.
"Of course I will marry you..."
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Feb 7 2016, 02:03 AM
you're a force of nature
While many did not think that a single good thing came from those bitter, cruel days of war, Peggy felt safe in her unspoken knowing that that wasn't entirely true. The outcome - for their countries - were phenomenal, of course, but there were things - such small things - that no one seemed to speak much of after the fact.
There were so very few left alive and those that had been spared from an early death were well aged by now. Still, in her months of being thrust back into the world many years after the war, Peggy still prided herself on catching up on as much after the fact as she had before battle. Perhaps it was her need for detail... or maybe it was her obsession with simply knowing all that she could on subjects of immediate interest.
Either way? The questions that were answered by the veterans of World War II and the interviews that they had taken part in upon the end of the war spoke very little of those small things that Peggy clung to. It often had her wondering if perhaps the soldiers were sticking to orders long after their missions were completed, or if they were choosing not to reminisce about the wars they had been exposed to.
Peggy wasn't one to bottle things up; she wasn't one to hide the truth in hopes of sparing someone from seeing something the world would much rather keep hidden. Not many asked, but she was honest about her own times in the war; nothing was sugar-coated. That, of course, included the fact that during those days, weeks, months... she had quickly learned not to take the small things for granted.
It wasn't a concept many understood and Peggy could hardly fault them for that. Not many were faced with the constant realization that it could very well be their last meal, their last laugh, their last breath... Those hadn't been the small things that Peggy refused to take for granted, though.
Falling in love in the middle of a war wasn't something she had ever imagined for herself, but as sure as she was that the sky was blue on a cloudless day, she had done just that and it was because of that very love that she had so much more to lose. His smile. His laugh. His heartbeat... The love she felt for him during their stolen moments together, the worry she felt when she had to see him off on a mission she couldn't join him for. The happiness she felt when he came back to her safe and sound...
He knew her inside and out and that gave her a sense of comfort, security and relief that wasn't easily explained, and while Peggy liked to believe that simply knowing how well he knew her gave her the upper-hand, she was slowly learning for herself that that wasn't necessarily the case.
He had, after all, successfully managed to keep something from her. It wasn't a secret that she would ever scold him for - he hadn't been looking to hurt her, after all - and truth be told? She was a little proud... even if she refused to admit that out loud.
There had never been a doubt that she wanted to spend her life with Grant and this - the ring that she would proudly wear on her left hand - was that very statement that the world would see. It didn't matter that she hadn't known this thought had been lingering in his mind because he loved her just as surely and just as thoroughly as she loved him... and if her answer was any indication? It had obviously been a thought lingering in her own mind, as well.
Her eyes were still on her fiancé - a word she fully intended on abusing - as he rolled over onto his side to better face her. His lips working her hands and her wrists as she tried to control the brightness of her own smile to no avail. There was no dimming this moment...
His lips unoccupied themselves and her smile only seemed to grow as she reached out a hand to allow her thumb to trace over his bottom lip as he spoke. Something she had already memorized by touch many times before but it was all she could do to keep herself from exploring it with her own mouth.
"About half as happy as I am to give you that yes..." Because it was all the times that he had come back to her safely... all the lives he had saved and brought back with him against all possible odds... Every time he had told her that he loved her wrapped up into one perfect moment.
His lack of shirt (which was buttoned incorrectly and loosely hanging from Peggy's own body) allowed her to see the bright flush of his skin that she fell in love with a little more every time she was exposed to it. Always starting by creeping up from his chest to grace his collarbone before moving to mingle along his neck and finally his cheeks. Hardly a slow process nor was it necessarily a rare one, but one of the many things that Peggy loved about Grant nonetheless. There had always been something bashful and vulnerable about it that both led her to adore it and managed to drive her crazy at the same time.
It didn't take her much effort to press against him just enough to roll him onto his back once again. One leg hoisted across his waist that she used to her advantage. She wasn't rough; it was a smooth movement that had her straddling him with one pale, bare thigh on either side of him while her weight rested on her knees.
Her hands trailed over the flushed skin of his chest, feeling the warmth there alongside the pounding of his heart. Maybe it was his nervousness finally breaking - if he had been nervous at all - or maybe it was the elation that she, too, was feeling finally reaching its peak.
All very chaste, she pressed a series of kisses to the short, fine hairs at the nape of his neck. Her hair brushing down over her own shoulders and surely tickling his own bare skin as she did. Much as he had planned on asking her to marry him that morning, Peggy planned on loving him much as she did every morning. This morning, of course, would be different; they now held different titles in each others' lives and for the first time since meeting, everything felt... permanent because they could finally settle down much as they had wanted to all those years ago.
Her mouth had found its way to his earlobe, nibbling ever so softly against it. "I love you..." Her words were nothing short of a warm whisper against his skin as her teeth tugged playfully against his ear. "But you know the rules..." Pulling away from him, Peggy brushed her dark, loose curls back from her face as she bit down on her own bottom lip for the briefest of moments. Her hands moving to rest against his bare chest; her eyes unable to help but notice the gleaming of the gems of her ring as she did so while she took in the sight of the man that she loved more than anything in this world in the morning light of their shared bedroom.
"Hands on the headboard, Captain... and absolutely no touching..."
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Nov 5 2016, 11:50 PM
you're a force of nature
There were times in this new, beautiful shot at picking up her life where it had left off where Peggy wondered if her relationship - her love - with Grant had at all been altered by what had taken their lives from them a touch too soon. She knew before their deaths that she had loved him (and she had admitted to that time and time again with no shame) much as she knew now that she loved him and had absolutely no qualms reminding him of that, but was it the exact same love that they had shared before they had experienced death?
There was no denying that Grant had most definitely been new to love when he and Peggy had first met but he wasn't the only one that had been nervous about whatever it was that had started budding between them. Peggy had been plagued by nerves and anxiety more times than she had ever admitted to him; their love was so new and had so many obstacles to overcome that it was outright terrifying to so much as confront. Factor in the era and what was going on around them and it was easy to see why Peggy had some reservations.
It wasn't at all that she didn't think that she and Grant could be happy; she had never felt more happiness than she had the day the two of them had met and, up until that point, she had slowly been giving up hope on ever finding that form of happiness for herself. The happiness that radiated and grew every time you watched the one you felt most affectionate towards prove the world - and everyone around them - wrong. There was nothing like it.
Still, as the war raged on, one couldn't help but to wonder what would happen to that small piece of happiness that they had both managed to keep a firm hold on. Would one of them fail to make it back from one of their missions? Would both live to see the end of the war and choose to start a life together, or would they, for whatever reason, choose to spend their lives apart?
There wasn't a single part of her entire being that believed the latter.
Dying alongside each other was as close to living out the rest of their lives together as they had gotten; did this new chance alter what they had had? Did Peggy find herself loving him more than she had in the forties? Did she trust him more now knowing that he would stay by her side regardless of the grim outcome?
As her brown eyes gazed down into his baby blues, she wondered that for a flicker of a moment. They say that nothing can remain unaltered forever and perhaps there was some truth to that... but their love - that intense, burning, all-consuming love that they had had years ago - hadn't changed. There was no way to trust someone more when you already trusted them completely. There was no way to give someone more love when they already had your entire heart. Death had made them stronger, perhaps, but Peggy was just as in love with him as she had been from the start.
The morning glow was still pouring in past the white curtains of their bedroom, that same golden-amber coloured light from outside bathing Grant's stocky and muscular body in a warm tone that Peggy found herself memorizing every single morning. She loved to just look at him... Admiring the effort he put into cording those muscles beneath his flawless skin.
Peggy bit down gently on her bottom lip, wondering where she should start because all of that firm muscle looked just as good as it always did. Too good.
With her weight settling on the knees that she had planted on either side of his body, Peggy was careful as she eased down against him. The brunette loved the way that his body felt beneath hers; the firm press of solid muscle... Still, she was mindful of where her hips were, staying just out of reach so that the friction between their bodies didn't end up exciting him more than she was wanting just yet. Her brown eyes went to the long line of his bare torso and she felt her mouth quirk up into a small smirk. Her fingers trailing through the dusting of chest hair, down between the valleys between each abdominal muscle until she found the dark path of hair that led to his groin. One unpainted fingernail edging along one of the more prominent veins that lingered just above the elastic of his boxer shorts and just beneath his skin.
And then her touch was gone. Her hands focusing instead on the small buttons that kept his shirt that she had stolen through the night clinging to her frame. It was hard to pull her eyes away from him... He looked too damn good laying there like that and waiting for her touch. Despite his size, he looked so vulnerable and, in many ways he was, yet he trusted her so fully and so thoroughly with himself. That was something Peggy never took for granted.
"I want you to kiss me..." His shirt hung loose around her body now that it was completely unbuttoned, leaving her fully exposed to him while one of her hands ran through his sandy blonde hair. "But I want you to kiss me right here..." Her gentle grip pulling his head to her full breasts; her eyes on his hands as they gripped the headboard almost as a reminder that he was expected to keep them where they were until she told him otherwise.
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 22 2017, 12:54 AM
you're a force of nature
There had been a great many people that had asked what it was about Grant that Peggy had been drawn to; so many seemed to be eager to conclude that she had set her sights on him simply because of who he became. Few knew that Peggy had had a bond with Grant from day one, not just day one of the super-serum project. She hadn't fallen for him when he had become known for his muscles and his newfound leadership qualities; she had fallen for him when he had been an always-sick, half-deaf guy from Brooklyn that stumbled over his words every single time he attempted to converse with her.
In short, Peggy hadn't fallen for what was on the outside. Every single thing that she loved about Grant had to do with who he was, not what he was. His soul, his heart, his sense of humour, his morals, his values and goals... Everything about him complimented her own personality and her own dreams and aspirations in ways she hadn't ever thought possible in a partner. They were from two separate worlds, that much was true, but Peggy had been willing to leave her small little world behind if it meant becoming part of something bigger and being part of his.
Four years together and not a single regret, after that point. The majority of those years had consisted of concealing everything about their relationship, but even those moments couldn't possibly be seen as regrets, despite what society back then may have thought. The time between those kisses and nights of intimacy gave them time to miss and crave each other which made each night they were able to sneak and spend together borderline explosive.
In this day and age, many believed Grant and Peggy to be none other than the descendants of Captain America and Agent Carter. That was easy to feed into as many chalked the physical similarities down to family resemblance even if very little had ever been disclosed about Grant or Peggy's families. Others, of course, knew the truth but both groups of people seemed to have made the bold assumption that Grant and Peggy were chaste and a little prudish, for whatever reason. Perhaps because they chose not to participate in public displays of affection where so many others chose to kiss, hold hands and do vastly inappropriate things in the presence of others. It always amused the couple, more so when someone caught them stealing a small moment of intimacy much as they had always been so used to doing.
The brunette was easily able to feel the beating of his heart beneath his chest as her hands travelled down it. Each move of his muscles with every breath, every strain of his arms as they continued to obediently clutch the headboard... He knew, after all, that if he were to stray from what Peggy was asking of him that she would only prolong the process until the torture of his need for more ended up being punishment enough in Peggy's eyes. There had been many times when she had refused to give him what he was craving most just to make an example out of any misbehavings...
There had also been times when she had let them slide, too. Times when her own need was far too great for her to continue ignoring it for much longer than she already had; times when she faltered and caved because not even she was strong enough to continue licking at the flames she was trying to bring about.
His warm lips against her chest; his hot breath against her bare skin had her lips curving into the faintest of smirks. She could see the lines of muscles along his arms flexing and straining; she wondered how hard of a time he was already having with this one little rule of hers while she weighed whether or not she planned on keeping up with this little game but with his mouth sucking against her nipple gently before nipping against it - causing a soft gasp to fall from her lips - she knew she wasn't going to be able to keep up with the game quite as long as she had been wanting to.
Settling down against his hips in an effort to ease the weight she had been placing on her knees, she was easily able to feel just how much he was wanting this which only encouraged that small smirk on her lips to grow. There had never been much of any doubt that Grant never wanted her as much as she often found herself wanting him; needless to say, she always found ways to make perfect use of that.
Biting down on her bottom lip for the briefest of moments, Peggy's fingers tugged the waistband of his boxer shorts down, lifting her hips just enough for her to be able to slide them down his thighs to his legs where he was free to kick them off if he so chose to. He was hard for her already, that much was obvious; his erection laying against his stomach while her soft hands travelled up his arms to find his hands that still clutched the headboard.
This, of course, caused her body to lean well over his, but that was her full intention as it had her lifting her hips up from his just enough for her to be able to straddle him a touch more effectively. This time, when her hips settled back down onto his, there was no clothing acting as a barrier between them. Her warm skin was flush against his and his shaft was nestled between her wet lips; her hips moving almost agonizingly slow as she dragged them from his base to his tip like an erotic massage. Letting him feel just how warm and wet she already was for him; a clear indication that she wasn't going to lean in the way of punishment for his kisses turning into teasing her nipple in the way that he had been. This worked in her favour too, of course: Each time she moved, he was brushing against her clit in the most flawlessly sinful of ways, and she made absolutely no attempt to hide just how much she was enjoying that...
Her breath was hot against his ear as she nipped against it softly; her full breasts brushing against his toned chest with each of her hip's slow movements. "Tell me what you want..."
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Mar 1 2017, 07:50 PM
you're a force of nature
Was it perhaps a bit selfish to so thoroughly enjoy the way you could make someone else feel? Sometimes Peggy found herself wondering that; during the little moments when she purposely set out to get a reaction from the man she loved... it was a touch cruel at times. When he was wanting her just as badly as she was wanting him, but her need to tease and torment her lover overpowered her need to have him.
It had nothing to do with power: Peggy could feel powerful without having someone submitting to her in the bedroom; it was just such a sense of satisfaction to see him reacting to the thousands of ways she knew his body. To know that nobody else knew Grant the way that she did... no one was able to make him inhale through his teeth the way that she so easily could... Nobody could demand a thing from him and have him comply without question or complaint, yet she could, as was evident by his still-tight grip on the headboard...
That wasn't even factoring in just how safe they both felt with each other. They could feel exposed and vulnerable without feeling as though they needed to be on the defence. They could give of themselves totally and completely without the fear of judgement or rejection. Who wouldn't want to relish every single moment of that, selfishly or otherwise?
Any other time that Peggy had taken the initiative to have her beloved abide by her rules in bed, she would have surely 'punished' the drawn-out kiss that he pulled her mouth into as it travelled past his own. Perhaps by prolonging the teasing she was dishing out to him, or perhaps by insisting she be the one on top simply so she could ensure her pace against him was as nearly agonizing as it was slow and precise.
The heat of his mouth was far too tempting, however. His lips against hers, his teeth holding her bottom lip almost as if he didn't want her to pull away as soon as she had. A soft gasp of a moan leaving her lips - that would have brushed against his own had she insisted on staying deep in that kiss just a little while longer - as his hips rose up into hers; his tip pressing almost sinfully against her just enough to drive her nearly insane with pure desperation.
She wasn't at all oblivious to the sound of the wood of the headboard creaking beneath his grip; she couldn't at all control the small smirk that found her red lips at both the sound and the sight of him still obeying that initial command. Brown eyes finding his blue ones as her hips continued to move slowly against his erection; his words bringing her lips down to his once again. This kiss being more of a promise. Agreement that he had earned the chance to love her the way he was wanting to; a reward... one that came far earlier in her game than she usually allowed, but given the ring that still glimmered on her left hand... denying either one of them for much longer wasn't at all something she could see as possible.
Her hand reached for the bedside table, pulling the drawer open just a peek. Enough for her fingers to find one of the many condoms they kept inside before she was using her fingertips to push it closed once again.
Pale hips stilled; her other hand reaching down between them to resume the friction her body had been providing him. Her hand stroking his warm length - now wet from her own body - firmly but slowly as she used her teeth to tear the package open, not quite caring where the wrapper landed on the floor.
It took her hand a few slow, long strokes to roll it past his tip and down his shaft to settle at the base. Red lips against his bare neck, dragging along the skin there. Never kissing, never sucking, never nibbling... Just grazing the area as her hand squeezed his length gently, feeling his girth against her palm as her hot breath hit the side of his neck in a soft moan, followed by whispered words.
"At ease, soldier..." She was, of course, referring to any orders she had been asking him to follow; he was free to move as he so pleased, but he would know that without her needing to explain. It wasn't the first time those words had fallen from her lips, be it in the bedroom or otherwise. "You're free to move as you please..."
PERMALINK // POSTED ON: Jan 8 2018, 08:37 PM
you're a force of nature
Upon waking into the same world both she and Grant had once graced, only to see how drastically it had changed in their absence (both for better and for worse), one of the first things Peggy had come to see for herself was just how much love had changed. Perhaps not the emotion - feeling love was as involuntary as breathing, really - but rather the way the world went about love.
As a girl, Peggy had been raised to be rather proper when it came to finding a man wishing to marry her. Granted, back then the process had been quite a bit more extensive; the modern world had cut out the need for courting altogether, it seemed. That tranquil time when you lulled yourself somewhere between being nothing more than friends and just shy of being betrothed...
Families were a large part of this process; typically a father's approval was always solicited before the courting process (and before the proposal, should one come of it).
Things were kept chaste, for the most part. There were some couples who opted to give themselves to their lovers before marriage, though it wasn't spoken of in fear of the backlash it would have in their communities. Religion weighed heavily in households and a great many believed such things were meant to be saved for after vows were exchanged.
Peggy hadn't ever found herself eager to follow rules, least of all those of organized religion. She had her beliefs, all of which centered around the belief that God was more than the misogynistic chauvinist that damned anyone who wasn't a white heterosexual eager to follow whatever rules their church had set into place. God was meant to be forgiving and God was meant to love unconditionally, though God hadn't at all factored into her decision to give herself to someone before she had been married to them. That decision had been hers and hers alone.
Had she ever regretted it? Yes and no. She had been more than fine with it in the moment and it had never so much as haunted her as her life progressed onward; it was when she had met Grant - someone who had been saving himself for the right partner - that Peggy had felt a slight pang of guilt that she hadn't believed there ever was a 'right partner'. She had settled for an alright moment over the the right man. It was the one thing she would never be able to give him and yet it was something he had never so much as faulted her for. Not once. Perhaps her being his first had been enough, or maybe the amount of firsts they had shared together by far outweighed the one they wouldn't.
He was quick to obey as she informed him he was able to do as he wished; as much as she enjoyed dragging out the little orders and demands she often had for him in the bedroom... there were times - quite like this one - where her own desperate need for him by far outweighed any of the little games they often enjoyed.
Grant's fingers were warm against her skin as he slid the unbuttoned white shirt down her shoulders, leaving her completely bare before rolling her over until it was her back pressed against the bed sheets rather than his.
One of his large hands worked its way beneath her head and into her thick curls as the tables turned just slightly enough to have Peggy seeing just how easily it was to feel as though every touch was nowhere near enough. As though the words he spoke were a distraction from what she was already wanting more than anything, even though they both knew she loved him just as much, if not more so.
The kiss he offered her lips was almost too gentle; she could feel his tongue teasing her mouth, not quite giving her what she was wanting before his lips moved down her neck. Peggy might have had all the patience in all situations, but when it came to Grant and how easily he could shred that patience...
Well, it was needless to say that by the time he had reached her collarbone and began kissing along her throat, Peggy had thrown all intents to take it just as well as she had dished it out the window.
It had taken them more than one storming night to learn how to work the other's body so flawlessly; that had been where half of the enjoyment had stemmed from. The quiet, storm-raging nights when they could take their time exploring each other without worry that someone would barge in on their stolen moment of intimacy. She loved knowing she could rile him up like no other woman ever had... and even though it could be extremely frustrating at times - like now - she loved that he could do the same to her.
Grant's warm hand moved down her stomach without a hint of an intention to stop to prolong the slow torture. Thankfully, the brunette was met with that gentle jolt of pleasure as his fingertip pressed against her; he held her still which worked to her benefit. With the way her body practically writhed beneath him, the last thing she wanted to do was accidentally pull herself away from the hand that worked between her thighs.
Her chest rose and fell against his mouth with each breath she took; his fingers giving her exactly what she wanted, yet at the same time denying her all the same. If they kept the same pressure and the same direction, Peggy knew it wouldn't have taken her long to fall apart but he was quick to switch things up, teasing her just as much as she had teased him just moments ago.
Still, her hips pressed down against his fingers as best as she could manage with his hand pressing down against her. A soft moan falling from her lips just as she pressed them against the side of his neck in a heated kiss.
One of her own hands was quick to find his; her fingers moving over his in an effort to encourage his to keep pressing in the same direction. The hungry kisses she left along the side of his neck turning into playful nips as she whispered against the skin there.
"You're going to drive me crazy..."
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