I DO NOT OWN AGENT CARTER, ITS ACTORS, OR ANY OF ITS RIGHTS. I am pretending that the fashions and morals of the time mix with modern times.
It was just a regular day at the office. Agent Peggy Carter was sitting at her desk at the SSR, waiting for an actual assignment that required her expertise as a field agent, and not a secretary. She often wondered if these apes knew the alphabet, it was quite simple really, 26 letters. You put the files in their designated letter, in alphabetical order. She should file all of them under D for Dumbass. She couldn't help smirk at herself for that. Which turned into giggling for some reason.
She stopped and berated herself. She did not giggle, she was an SSR agent and if she ever wanted the respect of the men, she need act like one. But they were so infuriatingly stupid, and arrogant. They were all wankers, save for Sousa and Thompson. She couldn't quite figure out why she didn't hate Thompson. Since their trip to Belarus, she couldn't quite figure out what was happening between them. She didn't know why she didn't resent him, he was quite contemptuous. And arrogant, and handsome- though she would never tell him that.
"Carter, Thompson my office, now." Chief Dooley called out to them. Thompson held the door open for her.
"I've got a mission for you. Undercover. There's a gala right here in New York. A lot of high end members of Leviathan and former members of HYDRA are supposed to be there. I need you two to go undercover and scout them out. There is a room in the back and I need you two to grab the file labeled "Black Widow Initiative" it is supposed to be connected to Leviathan. Get in, grab the file, and get out. No complications and don't draw attention to yourselves."
"With all due respect, Sir, I can do this mission by myself. And although Carter showed exemplary work in Belarus, this is easily a one man op." Thompson spoke up.
"What's the matter Thompson, don't think you could handle a night out with me?" Carter replied, looking at Thompson, smile and raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
"Sweetheart, you wish." Thompson replied, smirking.
"Enough with the flirting you two. You go alone, Thompson, and you draw attention to yourself, they will be on the lookout for a male. Carter goes alone, and you draw the attention of the males, you go as a couple, and you're less suspicious." Dooley answered, clearly fed up with these two.
"Couple?" Both Thompson and Carter asked incredulously.
"Can you two be professional for one night?" Dooley rubbed his forehead. "Be ready at 5 p.m. Friday. Dress elegantly, these are high end people. Thompson, pick Carter up and play nice you two. Establish your covers. Work through them today and tomorrow. We cannot afford to mess this up. You're dismissed."
"Yes, Sir." Both of them answered. Again Thompson held the door for Carter.
"You ready to become Mrs. Jack Thompson, Carter?" Jack asked arrogantly as he followed her to her desk.
Carter let out a heavy sigh. "According to these documents, we're not married, thank God."
"Why, don't plan on taking on the name Thompson anytime soon?" Jack asked, clearly amused.
"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response."
"So, what is your cover?" Thompson asked, curious.
"I am a Russian model, apparently, and I must go as your lady of the week. Great." She said sarcastically.
"With legs like that I'd believe it–ow! Carter, you pack a mean punch." Thompson said, chuckling and rubbing his shoulder where she punched him.
"Well it would teach you right. Now sit, and behave yourself. We need to learn our covers."
"Deal. My name is Logan O'Brien, business man and entrepreneur. Apparently I started a dummy corporation for which I am CEO. Great. What's your name?"
"Natalia Romanoff. Interesting."
*Friday at 4 p.m.*
"Angie, it's a date, not a wedding."
"English, please let me help you out. Besides this red lipstick would look killer on you! He's gonna swoon. What's his name anyway? Describe him to me."
"You can see him when he picks me up. His name is Logan. He's blonde, tall, strong build, pretty handsome. He also has that air of confidence that is borderline arrogant, but is suits him, and quite honestly it makes him that much more attractive."
"Wow, looks like he's got you wrapped around his finger."
"Hardly." Carter replied.
"Maybe this date will lead to, tonight, if you know what I mean–"
"ANGIE! You're insufferable. I hesitantly accepted this date. I'm not quite sure it will lead to something. This might be the last one we have. Ever."
"Really, English? He that bad? Oh, well. I guess I'll find out how bad he is when I see you tomorrow. IF I see you tomorrow."
"ANGIE! Give it a rest, I will be coming back tonight. You will see me tonight."
"Hey Peg, there's a Logan here to see you!" Sarah the slut called out to her.
"Alright, I'll be down. Thanks." Carter replied.
"Well, English let's go meet Blondie." Angie said. Both girls walked downstairs, arms looped together. Jack was speaking to the 'Warden' when Angie handed her off to Jack. "Wow, you were right English, he is handsome." Carter blushed, and made a face to Angie to let her know she should shut up. Carter looped her hand around Jack's arm.
"Well then, I guess we should get going. You look lovely, Peg." Jack said. The walked over to Jack's car, and he opened the door for her. After they drove for a while– the gala was about 20 minutes away– Jack started talking. "Handsome, huh?" He asked, equal parts amused and cocky.
"Oh shut up." Carter replied, and rolled her eyes.
"I'm just saying." He eyed her up and down. "You wearing that to our fancy gala?"
"No, but I told the tenants of my apartment that this was a date, so I couldn't very well dress up in a gown. I'm going to change now." Carter said as they pulled into the SSR.
He walked into the dressing room with her "Keep your eyes forward, Thompson. I swear, if I see you so much as glance my way, I will punch you so fast, you would get whiplash. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am." Jack said, as he started to undress and change into his fancier suit.
She started removing her dress, but she couldn't reach the zipper. She wondered how she even got the damn thing on, when she realized Angie had helped her put it on. Then she cursed the fashion designers of the world for making zippers women couldn't reach by themselves.
"Ehm. Jack. It appears I require some assistance." Carter said, swallowing her pride.
"With what?" Jack asked, his voice muffled as he pulled his shirt over his head, leaving him bare chested.
"This zipper. I can't reach the blasted thing and we are wasting precious time." Carter said.
"Alright." Jack said, walking over to her side of the locker room. He pushed her hair over her shoulder, and slowly pulled the zipper down, his breath fanning her neck. The tension in the room rose, and the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. "All set." He said, his voice a little shaky.
"Thanks." Carter cleared her throat, and the moment passed. Jack walked back over to the other side. They both carried on changing in silence. But that moment had shifted something. Unfortunately, Peggy had no more luck with her new 'little black dress' that apparently all the models wore.
"Jack, it seems I require your assistance again." He walked over with his dark black suits, and zipped her up. The air of intimacy settled over them again. She turned around and was mere inches away from Jack's face.
"Can you help me with this bow tie?" Jack asked. Peggy grabbed his bow tie and tied it for him. She smoothed her hand over his lapels.
"All set." Peggy smiled. "We should get going. Don't want to be late." And the moment passed. But the shift between them was greater.
After that, they travelled together in silence. The air was tense. "You could pull off being a model, though you have quite the mean swing. You sure they didn't give you the super soldier serum?" Jack asked, the banter returning.
"Shut up, unless you want another one. Lord help you if I did get the serum."
"Alright, we're here. Are you ready ."
"As ready as I will be." He pulled up, slapped the valet a couple of dollars, and opened her door. She put one foot out and then the next, and all Jack could think of was leg and creamy, white skin. He just wanted to rub his hands up and up, until– "Logan, take my hand." And he helped her out. Damn she looked hot.
Quite the hot couple the two of them made, with her in a little black dress, smokey eye, and red searing lips, waiting to be kissed. And him with his broad shoulders, dark suits, and a shirt that was a bit too tight, muscles outlined. His hair gelled up, the dirty blonde as nice as ever.
"You cut quite figure in that dress, Romanoff. Why don't you wear these kind of outfits around the office?" Jack said, trying to lighten the mood.
She dug her nails into his arm where it was looped around. "Shut up."
"You think that would deter me, but that only made you hotter, doll. Logan O'Brien's the name. thanks." He nodded to the patron as he led them in. the party was in full swing by then.
"I have a tracking and listening device in my hand bag. Get me close enough to that man over there, and I can tag him."
"Who is that?" Jack asked.
"Did you even read the file?" Carter hissed. "He is Vladimir Pukushnin. He is rumored to be a head of Leviathan."
"Alright. Let's dance." Jack replied.
"What?" Carter was not ready for this after their intimate moment.
"It is the only way you can inconspicuously get close to him. I promise I'll behave myself." Jack said, oozing charm and showing his award winning smile.
"It's not you I'm worried about." Carter muttered.
"What was that?" Jack asked, half amused, and half genuinely curious.
"Nothing. Let's go dance." And right when she said that, she let out a string of curses, as a fast paced salsa song came on. "Know how to salsa, Logan?" Carter asked.
"I do." Carter looked surprised. "Don't look so surprised Romanoff, I know a thing or two about dancing." He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close, they were breathing the same air.
And suddenly they were dancing, and the world around them faded. He twirled her around, and then pulled her close back again, and then he dipped her, and picked her up again. The music changed into a waltz, and off they went waltzing. When she got close enough, she tagged their target.
"Let's go get that file and get out of here." Carter said, she was tired of feeling this way.
"Okay." Jack breathed into her ear. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the back room where the files were supposed to be. Carter bent down to pick the lock with her bobby pin, and her dress rode up. "As much as I appreciate the view, you should hurry up." The door clicked open.
"Stay here and stand watch, I'll grab the file, it is what you think I do best." Carter said, her voice saturated with sarcasm.
"Carter, hurry up, someone's coming." Jack hissed. Carter grabbed the file and walked out. "Sorry." Jack said, and she stopped short. Suddenly he pushed her against the wall and his mouth was on hers. His hand was pressed up on the wall next to her, and suddenly he stepped forward so their bodies were flush together. His hand found her waist, and rested on her upper thigh as Carter wrapped her thigh around his waist. The kiss deepened as his tongue licked into her mouth. A throat clearing snapped them out of their reverie, and Jack pulled away hesitantly. "Just trying to get a little privacy, with the lady." Jack answered, smiling at the guard.
"I would too, a lady like that, but you can't be here." The guard answered.
"Alright, we'll leave. Sorry." Jack answered, and pulled Carter with him. They quickly exited and the ride back to the SSR was awkward and filled with silence. When they entered the office, it was empty. Carter put the file on Dooley's desk, and there was a note that said 'Carter, Thompson will be back in the office tomorrow, had to go chase down a lead. See you tomorrow'
"Dooley is out for the evening. We should go change and you should drop me off, I have a 10 o'clock curfew." She checked the clock. "And it's 9 o'clock right now, so…" she trailed off, there was still something in the air.
"You go in, I'll be in in a minute." Jack replied. Carter nodded and walked into the changing room and realized she couldn't reach her zipper. Then Jack entered.
"Jack, I–" she looked up and he had that dark, lustful look in his eyes. She backed up a little.
"You know, you put up this tough exterior, and you act like nothing affects you. But I saw you, after I kissed you. And the way you reacted, the…" Jack took a few steps forward, and Carter took a few steps back, until her back hit the wall. Jack kept walking forward, he put his hand on the wall next to her head and leaned in. "When you put your leg around me, I nearly short circuited. But, I didn't ask you to do that, hell we didn't even need it for the ruse. I think, what you need is to be thoroughly fucked."
Peggy whimpered and he leaned in and kissed her. She responded and opened her mouth to him. And then he kissed down her neck and kissed his way back to her ear where he caught her earlobe in his mouth. "Tell me to stop. Just say the word and I'll stop and we will never bring this up again." He continued to kiss down her neck, and he reached a hand behind her back and pulled on her zipper. He pulled it down, and brought his hand to the front of her strapless dress, and started pulling it down.
"Don't." She whispered hoarsely.
"Don't what? Don't pull your dress down, don't run my hand up your thigh, don't kiss your neck? Don't what?" Jack replied.
"Don't stop." And then the floodgates opened. He kissed her hard, and put them flush together again. He pulled the front of her dress, and took off the rest of it. She was just clad in a black, lacy bra and panties. He growled. She pulled at his shirt, and opened it, taking it off. She then started touching as much as of skin as she could grab.
"Slow down sweetheart. I run this show." He said as he pinned her hands above her head. He palmed her breasts, and he ran his hand down her creamy skin and grabbed her waist. He hooked his fingers on her panties and pulled them down. She gasped, and managed to get her hands down from where they were pinned. She pulled down his zipper and fished out his cock, it was large and hard. He positioned himself at her entrance, and pushed. They both groaned. Then he started moving, in and out, harder and faster.
"Yes, yes, yes. OHMYGOD JACK YES!" She screamed as she orgasmed. And he kept going until she had 2 more orgasms and then he came. He stayed in her for a few more minutes and then he pulled out. He helped her get dressed and he drove her home.