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Well. [ she watches him with eyes that rarely waver. peggy finds her smile pulling at this fingertips -- she kisses the edge of his palm. ] I can do you one better. Quite mad myself, I spent a small fortune on clothing while I was out. You'll have your pick of outfits come the morning.

You went shopping? for me?

[ it would have made more sense if she went shopping for her, small fortune or not at least those would still fit in a week. still, he did spend his entire afternoon trying free sample in a tea shop before spending an insane amount of money on all those tea bags. he's only happy she seems to favor them. ]

--- how did you guess which size to buy?

[ he's actually curious now. ]

I had the help of a rather narrowly-constructed fellow. Another Englishman, actually. He agreed to be something of a clothes horse on your behalf.

Nice of him.

[ he decides not to ask how that conversation went. How does one go about asking another person something like that? Who even knows. ]

And awfully sweet of you.

[ sweet! she grimaces. sweet certainly isn't the sort of rebuke she's been looking for. ]

Don't say so until you've tried them on.

At worst we'll alter them. I'm pretty good at it. A few pins and we'll be good to go.

[ cheerfully ]

That's very sporting of you. [ she braces him in place with a hand on his back -- unwilling to let physics slide him away from her when she reaches for her well-brewed cuppa. peggy drinks deep, grimacing pleasantly through the heat, and then sets the mug on the floor beside her. ]

[ very amused: ]

Are you working around me?

[ he shifts back ]

I can move, you know.

[ her hand tightens against the small of his back -- palm flat, but pressure firm. ]

Don't you dare.

Really?

[ an arched eyebrow. ]

Gotta say it's an interesting reversal of roles.

[ he did make a bit of a career of keeping her within hold. ]

[ role reversal all around, frankly. ]

I think I understand why you do it, now. [ delay her. hamper her. cling on like some over-muscled barnacle. ]

Mmm?

[ he sees an opening and once he does, he hurries to take advantage, pressing a kiss to her jaw and another to her neck. ]

Does that mean I won't have to do it anymore?

[ she turns her head -- opening up the line of her throat to his kisses. the hour's late and the day's been tiring, but peggy finds a burst of happy energy within. ]

I won't make any promises. [ not least of all because she enjoys the challenge he so often presents. ] You'll have to wait and see.

Well, it's still better than you saying no.

[ and isn't that a thought. he rather likes the chase and the struggle but every now and then, a morning with no such objections could be nice. he highly suspects that occurrence would take more than the usual half an hour. a rather appealing notion in itself. ]

Something to consider.

Something to consider.

[ she echoes his words -- thoughtful, then. it might be nice to take a morning and indulge him. peggy thinks about it while working her hands under the shirt he'd altered. her palms were warm against his skin. ]

[ there's a happy sigh, steve's thumb finds the line of her jaw and he leans in to find her pulse point, planting his next kiss there, a slight pressure of warmth and softness. the day is coming to an end, at last and on the same happy note it started with. a few turmoils and angered words in-between but still, it ends just as it began, in a rather loving embrace. ]

Careful 'round the pins.

[ the last words fades into a chuckle. of all the things that happened today, it would be nothing if she gets her finger pricked. ]

[ heeding his advice, she feels her way past a thin metal presence or two. peggy makes a point of being gently as she explores upwards, hitching the shirt along her forearms until it reaches a point where she may as well remove it from his narrow shoulders. her touch is lighter tonight than it had been that morning -- lighter, but still not careful. she harbours no interest in coddling him, even now. ]

I think I'll survive a few pricks. [ she chuckles alongside him, shimmying his shirt over his head. ]

It's weird.

[ he pulls both his hands out of the sleeves, presses close to kiss her, slotting their mouths together. ]

I always thought I felt less before the serum but.

[ the explanation is broken off, divided into parts by kisses. He reckons he's currently wearing the same amount of lipstick as her. ]

You're warm.

[ more than him and when he leans into her touch the difference makes itself known. ]

[ the shirt is quickly abandoned. tossed aside, its pins thudding dully against the wooden floor just outside their makeshift fort. peggy responds to his observation by wrapping her arms around him -- steadying him with warmth and certainty and just an edge of need. ]

Of course I'm warm. I've always been this warm -- difference is, you're no longer a furnace.

[ part of her misses his heat. she liked being enveloped in it -- held by him, warm and lively. but she won't tell him so now. now, she'll let him enjoy the inverse. have a taste of what she appreciates every morning, despite the protests. ]

I guess you're the furnace now.

[ he noses at the collar of her blouse, mouths at the skin he finds. Patient, he doesn't urge it off of her; instead, he undoes one button and then another, shifts closer into her space, kisses a line from her collar to the swell of her breast. ]

[ a soft sound is trapped in the back of her throat -- a hum, mixed with a sigh. peggy props her arms against his narrow shoulders, draping her hands against the back of his neck. warm, indeed, she steadies him in place. ]

I've been called a lot of things. [ she presses her mouth against the crown of his head -- urging his kisses to stay just there a moment. ] But never that.

Never?

[ he's tempted to move, to get a good look at her but chooses to oblige her, instead. there is a lot to linger on, the closeness, the the skin just beneath his lips and the relief found in her forgiveness and acceptance. there were many women who, after the serum, had decided that captain america was someone worthy of their smiles and their winks and their hints. it was always that much deeper with her, always so very different. it's clearer today, however and he is so very grateful for her. ]

Always a first for everything.

Spitfire, once. [ she kisses his temple. ] Harridan now and then. Dragon, hellcat, tartar. The whole lot. But no. [ another kiss. ] Never furnace.

[ her fingertips trace shapes against his shoulder blades -- soft, sweeping love-notes with no discernible letters or symbols. one nail gives way to a finger's edge, giving way to the next one and onward. the pressure is light, usually, but sometimes she plies a firmer touch into the musculature of his back: smaller, now, and bearing more of a burden than before. ]

I like the first one.

[ it can't be helped - her touch, sweet and sharp all at once, elicits an array of shivers and sighs, none of which he tries to hide. There's no point in keeping anything out of an otherwise honest. ]

It fits.

[ he might never call her that but it does fit in the most wonderful of ways. Arguments or not, he does so love her temper. ]

I'd rather fly the spitfire than be it. [ peggy continues to massage her fingertips into his shoulders -- knowing that when it comes to loosening muscles, some ache is necessary. ] Wouldn't that be something. To hop in my very own aeroplane with you sketched on the side of it like a proper pin-up.

[ -- oh no, this will not end well. or, at least, it won't end in propriety. ]

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