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You have to have your fun somehow, huh?

It's basically that you lick alcohol off the person's body.

And logic dictates that, since you're not about to be getting drunk any time soon, you're proposing that it's your body that will be getting licked.

[ look -- she's not complaining. the idea holds intrigue. ]

Is that right?

[ he couldn't help but to smile faintly. there were probably plenty of 'new' things they hadn't attempted yet. ]

I'm just saying it might be an experience. It can go both ways if you do not mind getting sticky.

The only way to really understand the culture is to try things of it.

I think I can make my peace with getting a little sticky.

[ if you squint, perhaps, it's rather flirtatiously said. ]

Does this mean you want to go first?

[ excited? steve? only a tad. ]

Maybe it does.

Would you like me to go first?

Yes!

I mean

If you want

and feel comfortable with that.

[ -- good lord, his exclamation point makes her grin. ]

I would. I absolutely would.

When do you want to try it?

[ a thousand butterflies were swarming around in his stomach by just the thought of it all. ]

I'm free tonight.

[ perhaps she ought to be playing a touch more hard to get. except -- except it's steve. and lord knows how much whiskey she's already had. ]

[ his entire face lit up and he had to fight really hard to not seem too overeager. but he failed somewhat. ]

That's perfect! You're not going to regret it, Pegs. Did you know there's whipped cream flavored vodka?

[ oh, for god's sake... ]

No. And I think I'd rather I still didn't know. What's wrong with whiskey?

[ he could only imagine the look on her face and it made him want to laugh. ]

Because it's trying something new, Pegs. You can use whiskey and I'll try this whipped cream vodka.

I think the activity itself counts for more than enough 'trying something new' -- wouldn't you agree?

How about I meet you in twenty minutes and we will see?

Make it fifteen. If you can.

[ -- because why not light a fire under him if she can? besides, she's not the most patient creature. ]

[ rather than respond, steve decided to just leave and get there in one piece. when he arrived, he eagerly knocked on the door, forgetting all about the playing it cool thing. ]

[ she tells herself he's on his way -- he must be. it's not like steve, she decides, to just drop a conversation mid-decision. but perhaps it's the whiskey that puts an uncharacteristic paranoia in her. so much so that she feels a palpable relief when she hears his knuckles on her door.

despite how their conversation had kicked off, she's not quite so undressed as first suggested. at the very least, she answers the door in a robe belted at the waist. behind her, deeper in the flat, there's a bottle of whiskey cracked open with a tumbler sitting next to it. ]

-- Make yourself at home.

[ a fond smile filled Steve's face as Peggy came into view but the glint in his eyes spoke of something else. something they hadn't really explored before but Steve couldn't wait to. no matter what happened, Peggy always happened to challenge him and Steve could never get enough of it.

moving forward, he walked inside and carefully locked the door behind him. once they moved away from the door, he produced the whipped cream vodka from his coat and jangled it back and forth a few times. ]

I should probably try this first before I pour anything on you in case it's disgusting.

[ -- a corner of her red lips quirks at the sight of him making so certain to lock her front door. it's considerate, yes. and she would have done it himself had he not made the effort. but there's something pleasant and endearing that he should take that initiative.

although the expression crumples to a grimace of disgust when he waggles the bottle in her direction. certainly, she'll be happier with her bourbon. nevertheless, she reaches for the bottle, fingers brushing his, so she can pry it away and better inspect the label. ]

Don't say 'in case,' Steve. It's most certainly going to be disgusting. You'll envy me my whiskey by the end.

[ at her insistence, Steve allowed for her to take the bottle of vodka, a short laugh leaving his lips at her remark. ] You don't know, Pegs, it might be delicious and then you'll really be sorry you didn't get a taste.

[ innuendo rested thickly between his words, at least, as much of an innuendo as he could possibly make. flirting usually baffled him but he tried, sometimes, he lucked out and stumbled into it.

he walked further inside until he eyed the dining room table. ] How sturdy would you say this table is?

[ she takes the liberty of breaking the bottle's seal -- without asking, mind -- and unscrewing its cap so she can steal whiff. and, as she'd suspected, it smells like too-sweet vodka. her teeth hurt and her stomach churns at the scent of it. but, admittedly, the thought of licking anything off his skin might make a damn few things more palatable. turpentine, for one.

with an expert roll of her palm, she screws the lid back on and joins him next to the table -- setting the bottle there between. ]

Sturdy enough. [ she answers, acutely aware of the unspoken stress test it might yet need to endure. peggy pokes that bee's hive with a her next question, asked in feigned innocence. ] Why?

[ his eyes followed her movements and he looked more than a little amused by the look of disgust. likely, it would be far too sweet but Steve tended to like sugary things. besides, he may as well really enjoy the taste of his alcohol considering it couldn't make him tipsy. one of the biggest downsides to having the serum.

running his hand over the table, a smirk filled his face. he too put on an innocent look. ]

Just making sure it can hold some weight and that it's easy to clean. [ he pressed a kiss over her neck, running hands down her sides. ] Thought you were more undressed than this.

[ -- peggy's eyes watch as his palm runs cross the wood-grain. there is a palpable drying inside her mouth. tension crackles, but it all goes very quickly to pot the moment that touch of his finds its way to her body instead. peggy closes her eyes against the kiss. he chooses a sensitive spot along her neck; her blood sings in the vein. ]

I wasn't going to answer the door without a stitch on. [ she practically purrs her answer, stepping into his space and erasing the chasm between them. ] The old lady in the flat across the hall must have the landlord's number memorized; she calls him for every bloody thing.

[ loud music. odd hours. blood stains.

but, of course, that implies she's rather less dressed beneath the robe. ]

[ oh, steve picked up well enough on the hint of peggy's words alright and a pleased smirk filled his face. a thrill of excitement ran through him at the possibility of what they were going to try. no matter what, he always trusted peggy and never felt too apprehensive about trying new things with her.

running his hands along her hips, he bunched the fabric up slightly. ]

Sounds like you're not the best tenant, Pegs. Let's make that worse. [ without too much warning, he attempted to lift her and place her on the end of the table. so far so good on the whole 'staying up' thing. ]

Nearly wrapped up like a present here for me.

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