Peggy Carter (
mucked) wrote in
driftfleet2017-02-04 09:55 pm
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ship mingle: february is for starstruckers.
Who: Crew of the Starstruck
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Y, aboard the ship
When: All month
[ welcome to february. y'all know the drill. ]
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Y, aboard the ship
When: All month
[ welcome to february. y'all know the drill. ]

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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. ]
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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(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.
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[ 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. ]
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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.
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[ 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.
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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. ]
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Have you heard of the Dasioe?
[ it's a casual line of conversation to pursue, given the circumstances. ]
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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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?
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[ 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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she turns back to face him. ] Now I feel a little out-gifted, darling.
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[ he leans back, looks up at her, at the way the stone glistens in the sun. It was a good plan, if to judge by her smile. He reaches out, touches his fingers to her cheek. ]
This is a really good one.
[ this day, quiet and intimate as it is. ]
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It's not done yet. [ a puff of her cheeks. ] How do you feel about a dip in the lake?
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[ something he's very grateful for. Between their duties, each moment alone is appreciated to the last. He mirrors her earlier gesture, offering her his hand. It's warm and soft and comfortable -- if he ever needed help getting to his feet. ]
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Down to your skivvies, soldier.
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[ it's breathless and a little lost in laughter spiked by her determined grasp on his wrist. ]
Think it's very deep?
[ asked as he shrugs out of his jacket and pulling his t-shirt over his head. ]
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[ it might be shallow the whole way -- although she doubts so, if the deepened blue of the water after the shore's stretch is anything to judge by. peggy tosses aside her leather coat (jim gave it to her not last christmas but the christmas before; she treasures it) and starts in on the buttons of a simple cotton shirt. the fabric is stiff and less well-made than her usual stuff, but it was a tactical choice. not a fashionable one.
the same can be said for the plain camisole beneath -- and the straps of an athletic bra on her shoulders. both are standard issue from the fleet's lockers and both are about par for the course with what she wears to bed back on the starstruck. ]
Why? Are you afraid of getting in over your head? [ she teases before tossing her jacket and shirt in a heap by the tent's closest corner. ]
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[ though perhaps it has gotten worse, now. The lights aboard the starstruck are nothing compared to natural sunlight and if he looks at her for a moment, it's mostly because of that. ]
Found it kinda pleasing.
[ being over his head, that is. ]
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but she's more amused than anything else. ]
Not what I meant. [ although this does provide her ample opportunity to get a good look at him under these same sunny circumstances. ]
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[ if he doesn't look away from her, it's the result of many nights spent together in bed. Instead, he holds her gaze when her hands move to her hips ( steve lovingly dubs this as her power pose ) and smiles. ]
Could have sworn.
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Last one in has to build the fire -- [ she challenges, choosing to ignore his sarcasm. peggy turns her back on steve and starts to run for the water's edge. ]
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