driftfleet | ship mingle: february is for starstruckers.

Sometimes it felt like I should.

[ it has been a bit of a nagging feeling at first. he had the least to lose out of all of the avengers, out of time and out of place and without connections or a personal life to put in jeopardy of anything were to go wrong.

but then there was Natasha and Sam and Bucky and the others and slowly, the team became more than a group of allies. allies don't break apart as fiercely as they did; what happened between him and tony was a falling out between friends and it's that friendship that he would try to salvage one day, when the time is right.

his frown clears, however - he seems to realize something. ]

It's funny. You know, it's not very different than how I used to think of you. Everything you ever told me - I guess I've been trying to make good on those. Still am.

-- Want to know something a little strange? [ she hums in the wake of watching his realization fall into place. peggy wonders how she ever stood so far away from steve all throughout the war, depriving herself of a view like this one. ] It was actually Mister Jarvis who explained that to me. Of all people. He'd never met you, but he had your measure. Better than I did, perhaps.

[ which meant he had her measure, too. that used to bother her more than it does now. something else to add to the list. ]

Probably because he had yours.

[ and one led to the other, as naturally as that. it's a bit of a relief that someone understood a fraction of what they meant to one another. He turns his head, presses a kiss to the very center of her palm, as well as his next question. ]

Better than you?

It's entirely possible that my judgement might be -- clouded.

[ it's an inch. she offers him an inch. and as she does, she draws the tip of her middle finger down the bridge of his well-formed nose. ]

Clouded?

[ it's a question asked with a false air of innocence and confusion. his smile gives him away as easily as that, however. ]

Can't imagine how that happened.

You can't? [ a pointed look. ] Not even a little bit? Come on, now, an artist like you should be able to spare at least a bit of imagination. Figure it out.

Let me see.

[ he takes a moment, eyeing her all the while and trying ( and failing ) to bite back his smile at this little pretense. ]

Nope. Nothing.

[ tragic, really. ]

You'll have to clue me in.

Mmn, I think not. [ something pleasant snaps. peggy snags his almost-smile with her parted lips. stretched out in the alien grass, she kisses him soundly. she hadn't really intended for things to devolve so quickly into a snog of any sort -- but she's adapting. ] Give it time; the shoe will eventually drop.

[ there is something he was about to say about her refusal but it is cut short and all too soon forgotten. The kiss quickly steals away both his words and his breath. It's not careful and it's not flirty, it's languid and deep, one moment melting into another. He moves his hand from her hips to touch her cheeks and slide upwards into her hair. ]

You know,

[ he doesn't hurry to complete the sentence, chases his words into her lips again. ]

I think it just did.

[ it's not like she hasn't said it before. i love you. but every time she does say it, it feels fresh and raw. so she rations them out -- and just now she managed to sidestep another instance with playfulness and grace. and for her efforts she gets a kiss. despite the temperate air, goosebumps rise on her skin. peggy plies her tongue against his. the touch feels as though it makes the very blood in her veins leap. twitch. ]

See? I had faith your imagination wouldn't fail you.

Not sure if it's imagination so much as inspiration.

[ he moves his hand, traces his fingers up and down the slope of her neck. It's a constant, stable touch, a way to maintain contact until the next kiss. ]

Or maybe it's both of them.

[ a gentle noise in the back of her throat -- like agreement, sing-sung and hummed. peggy so sorely wants to steady herself against his body and maybe roll onto him; lean down from above, and kiss him more soundly. but she resists (for now) and instead gleans every bit of sweetness from this moment, first. ]

Careful, you're beginning to sound all sorts of sentimental again. [ says peggy, who only moments earlier had dared to commit their partnership to words. nothing so crass as boyfriend or lovers or anything else, but instead as a term of victory. ]

Am I?

[ he is, indeed. It fact, this moment feels a little like standing on the edge of a cliff, a moment before the leap. A fraction of a minute more and this sentimentality will become overwhelming. ]

I think it might stay like this for the rest of the day.

[ -- she uses a very light touch to brush her fingers through his hair. ]

Then it's good we got the busywork out of the way already.

[ the firewood. the tent. because she can empathize with his spoken desire to stay just as they are -- with perhaps the question of stumbling into the tent revisted once the sun begins to set. ]

[ his breath catches and quickly turns into a low hum of agreement at the back of his throat. ]

Another good plan.

[ one seems to lead to the other, today and it all eventually ends right here; the two of them inches apart from one another, peggy's fingers in his hair, his ghosting along the fine line of her neck. ]

[ she smiles. it's difficult not to -- not only because of his touch, but because this feels like half-a-dozen dreams she used to have at night. perhaps not with an alien planet on the horizon or alien ground beneath them -- but instead a heathered heath in some quiet corner of england. or a on a sunny day in central park. and every dream that 'comes true' makes it a little easier to put off the urgency of returning home. after all, her career works itself out. zero matter doesn't destroy the world. what rush is there?

(she tries not to feel guilty for this onset of procrastination -- tries to tell herself they deserve this detour, still.)

peggy pulls gently on his lower lip, letting it slip free from her mouth with a little pop. ] I hope it hasn't interfered with any plans of yours.

Well -

[ but that sentence goes unfinished before it even properly began, unraveling at the seams in the wake of the tug of his lip in hers. the proximity allows the resulting shiver to be registered, just against her and right beneath her fingertips and steve nearly melts into her, covers her lips with his in a distracted, somewhat mindless kiss. it's not fast and it's not frantic but it's impatient, keen on chasing a contact that ended far too quickly. ]

I can't say I remember any of them at the moment, anyway.

[ no harm, no foul. ]

[ as moments go, this one feels decadent. these aren't kisses stolen between duties or gaps in schedules -- like back at the hotel, they're allowed to take their time with each. and perhaps this camping trip had come about because peggy had found herself chasing that same freedom. but this time, under their terms.

his impatience is well-received. peggy leans nearer, nudging into his personal space and hooking the heel of her boot behind his knee. ]

None? [ she asks with more breath than voice. ] Shame, that.

There was something.

[ his thoughts are scattered, however, ricocheting in what feels like countless directions. it's all terribly distracting; she inches a little closer and steve can count her heartbeats, steady if a little quickened. in that fraction of a moment, he's thankful for each one, every proof of how vivid and solid and alive she is. taking her head in his, his lips find her wrist, just above a pulse point. ]

Give me a minute, [ or fifteen of them ] it'll come back.

[ -- something so ridiculous as a kiss on her wrist should have made peggy roll her eyes. but instead, she shuts them. steve is attentive and his strike is nigh-surgical. and despite the sultry breeze, she shivers.

he'd kindled a fresh curiousity in her, however. ] Perhaps I can help jog your memory -- remove the distraction until you can remember.

[ and peggy oh-so-gently extracts her hand from his hold, pretending as though she was about to stand up and walk over to the tent instead. ]

[ it's amazing how easy it is, how much of an instinct it has become. She moves and swiftly, he does too. When he loops his arms around her, it's to keep her where she is but he tugs her a little closer until she's pulled flush against him. ]

Have you heard of the Dasioe?

[ it's a casual line of conversation to pursue, given the circumstances. ]

[ well. peggy realizes she should have anticipated his rebellion. steve gets his arms around her waist and pulls her near -- and although she grimaces, she also leans into his embrace. she nudges her way to his throat and tastes the side of his neck with a kiss. ]

The aliens who live underwater? [ a hum. she speaks against his skin. ] Only what the Co'kal have said. Trading partners, they moved here from elsewhere...

[ peggy trails off. she doesn't know what the aquatic species have to do with february 14th, but she's willing to entertain his train of thought. ]

Their cities are a bit run-down. They need all the help they can get. Construction on their housing and the roads -

[ he trails off for a moment, a bit distracted with her breath sliding along his skin. ]

I volunteered to help them a few days ago. Figured they needed another pair of hands and while I really didn't need the credits,

[ he shifts a little, just enough so he could reach into his jacket and then for her palm, placing a work of silver, gold and sea glass in its center. ]

Their very good at their craft.

[ his gift steals her breath away. peggy touches the charm at the end of the chain -- turning it slowly on her palm. she inches backwards, but only to provide enough space between them so she can look him properly in his eyes. ]

Steve. [ one syllable crammed with a lot of feeling. her brows twitch into a furrow -- but, after a moment, she smiles. jewellery is quite a milestone, isn't it? ] It's beautiful. Here, [ she turns away from him and pushes her curls off the back of her neck. ] Give us a hand?

They're very good with these things. Took a while to find the right one.

[ the one that felt right, that is. Elegant and classic as the one it was meant for. He smiles as she turns, shifts so he can fasten it behind her neck. ]

Here we go.

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