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[ 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.

A present! [ she chides and laughs in the same breath both. peggy finds herself hoisted onto the table's edge, legs crooking over the corner to keep her balance. her arms, also, draped over his shoulders in a sudden bid to keep stability.

it's nice, this closeness. and when she meets his eyes it's with an impish look. ]

Do your presents normally come tied up in silk? Good Lord.

[ her fingers find their way into his hair, sliding up the nape of his neck. ]

Only the best presents. [ He murmured the words with a little smirk playing along his lips. Fingertips slowly ran up and down her sides as he considered what to do first. In the end, he captured her lips in a light kiss, fingers playing with the sash closing the robe.

Ever so slowly, he undid it but kept on kissing Peggy, just to tease a little more. ]

[ she nips at the corner of his mouth -- little leading bites, coaxing him closer. there was something, of course, that he'd come here to do. body shots, and getting liquor in all manner of crevices where it shouldn't be. but peggy can hardly bear to think about doing anything but kissing him just now.

kissing him, maybe, and shrugging free of her robe. beneath, it's more silk: dark blue and matching. knickers and bra both. but before he can get a proper look, she drags him into a deeper kiss. ]

[ while he wanted to marvel at all the revealed skin and move his lips all over her, the kiss captured all his current attention. he returned it eagerly, hands resting on either side of her body to deepen it. his tongue slipped along hers as his body moved a little closer.

she always managed to undo him in the best ways possible and he could never get enough of her body against his.

when he needed to breath, he slipped his mouth along her face and down her neck, moving lower and lower. his lips moved along her bra, teasing more than pleasing at the moment but he enjoyed hearing her gasps and insistence on him to do something. ]

[ they'd had plans. bold ones, too. but even peggy starts to forget where the conversation had started, now that he's here and standing between her knees and his mouth drags across the silk cup of her bra.

peggy's breath snags. catches, and tails sharply into a groan. she knows he's got a deeper capacity for patience than she does -- but all the same, she tries to hold out. her fingers bite into the cotton of his shirt, burying into the flesh beneath. barrier or no.

her lips find his forehead, his temple, his crown. she whispers his name once before continuing. ]

Don't be coy.

[ half-command, half-plea. ]

[ Usually, with plenty of patience, Steve could draw things out but he felt just as impatient at the moment. Sliding his mouth along her collarbone, he stepped back to grab for the vodka, staring down at it again for a moment. ]

This is probably going to be really messy. [ Even still, he opened it up again. ] If you want to get in position, Pegs, we can try this out.

[ Excitement bubbled up within him as it always did when they tried something new. The fact they had the time to meant absolutely everything. ]

[ get into position, he says, and the stilted nature of the suggestion brings a ghost of a smile to her mouth. on occasion, they find themselves stuck between tactical language and another language altogether. it feels like this is one of those moments; it endears her to it.

inching backward on the table, she leans back onto her palms before sliding smoothly -- with a sucked in breath -- onto her back. it's a vulnerable moment, but one she entertains easily because it's with him. ]

Unless, [ she calls from her 'position,' ] I was meant to strip down to nothing first.

[ tolerant (for once) she awaits the potential correction. after all, he's the one leading this new experience. ]

[ intent eyes watched her carefully as she shifted around to rest on her back, the excitement and nerves rose higher within him but he ignored them in favor of focusing. He never wanted to turn Peggy off from trying new experiences. The era sure offered plenty of them, after all.

Popping the bottle open, he paused at her suggestion. oh yes. Very much yes.

Mouth suddenly dry, he set down the bottle again to lean over her slightly to be able to look into her eyes. ]

Would be less of a mess then. [ grinning, his fingers toyed with her bra, waiting for her go ahead before he helped to remove it. ]

[ it's all so terribly vulnerable: laid out on her back, stripped down to her skivvies, and the man she's most certainly loved for years as good as handed the keys to the kingdom. so to bloody speak. although she's nervous, it's not with anything dreadful or dismaying -- rather, it's an electric kind of hesitation that feels more like excitement than hesitation at all. it makes her take in another hiss of breath, one she would most certainly blame on the cold table top, and not at all on the heady angle from which she watches him now.

his fingers ply along her bra and she presses her lips together -- stifling a sigh. ]

Well. [ she drawls. ] In the service of saving us a mess...? Go on. Get rid of it.

[ and her go-ahead is avidly, happily, enthusiastically given. he could tear it off her body, now, for all she cared. ]

[ Being vulnerable could be a challenge for them both, especially in such a raw and open way. But Steve wanted to shed his walls around Peggy and let her in as much as it scared him to. No matter what, he knew Peggy wouldn't judge and she loved him, shiny and bloodied up parts included. Then had a long way to go but they had each other at least to make it through.

Nodding at her consent, he shifted to unhook the bra and drape it over one of the nearby chairs and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss over all the newly exposed skin. Even taking one nipple in his mouth to swirl his tongue around.

Once he pulled back, he slid off Peggy's underwear too, just in case. He set them aside and grabbed for the bottle. He poured some of it along Peggy's belly button, quickly lapping it up. ]

Very, very sweet.

[ christ.

at first, it seemed like a moment fit for stillness. but the very second his mouth touches soft sensitive flesh her very spine seems to bend upward -- arching, pushing, responding. soft flesh doesn't stay soft for long as the nipple he laves turns stiff. and in the wake, when he retreats, she's left to endure the open air on damp skin.

and just like that -- she's down to nothing. naked and bare, laid out the table. she'd hate it, she thinks, if it was anyone else.

although kept at room temperature, the spirits are still cold on her stomach. cold, too, in contrast to the hot return of his tongue and she hisses in a breath. a breath which nearly squeaks at its tail-end, surprised and delighted and all sorts of confused. her fingers curl around the table's edge, and she can't help but push herself back into a half-sit.

she's got gooseflesh prickling her stomach, her side, her arms. and a heady flush in her cheeks. ]

Too sweet?

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