A/N: This story is inspired by a beautiful NSFW piece by TooDrunkToFindAUrl which can be found here - /1QT5Men. I say beautiful, because the piece truly is lovely. It's not salacious or tawdry. It's a moving depiction of two people who deeply care about one another expressing their love.

My goal for this piece is to do justice to my favorite drawing, and yes, while there are some obviously NSFW aspects, I hope the story comes across as more than just that.

Thanks for reading, and thanks for drawing us so many wonderufl things, TooDrunk!

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It had been four months since Peggy Carter and Angie Martinelli had moved into Howard Stark's mansion and two months since they'd finally taken the inevitable leap from friends to lovers.

Surprisingly, that happened one evening when Peggy returned home late from a mission all banged up. Angie, after ascertaining her roommate wasn't seriously injured or going to die, had simply stood, cupped Peggy's face in her hands and planted a sweet lingering kiss on her lips. Peggy had pulled away to stare at Angie in amazement while Angie merely smiled before shrugging and bringing her lips back to Peggy's for another kiss, this time taking the opportunity to slip her warm tongue inside Peggy's delectable mouth. When she pulled away again, Angie simply smiled and said, "I thought it was time you knew."

Things had progressed pretty rapidly after that.

After that night, the two spent time learning each other and getting the hang of being in a relationship, together. Fortunately, they had the strong foundation of a solid friendship to build upon, but even so, there were little quirks to become accustomed to. Like Peggy's frequent accusations that Angie stole all the bedcovers at night. And heated discussions over Peggy's fanaticism regarding bathroom organization. The way Angie demanded the spices in the kitchen cabinet be lined up alphabetically. And really, could Peggy please refrain from dripping blood all over the front hallway?

But even the occasional argument couldn't dampen the happiness that filled their home. Angie treasured the moments when she'd hear the front door creak open and Peggy happily call out her name, announcing her arrival home for the evening. She adored curling up next to Peggy on the couch as she read through reports, content to simply be near the woman she loved, but what Angie cherished most, though, was the affection she was finally allowed to freely shower on Peggy.

Angie delighted in cornering Peggy throughout their home and stealing kisses from her favorite gal whenever she had the chance, and she was pleased to discover Peggy seemed to enjoy being robbed. Even better was the way Peggy responded when they were both tucked away beneath sheets of their bed at night, hands and lips exploring smooth skin and wet heat. Angie loved listening to the soft cries that fell from Peggy's lips when she was nestled between her thighs, and she was pretty sure they were the sweetest sounds she'd ever heard.

However, after a solid month of bedroom activities which never failed to leave them both quite satisfied, Angie decided it was time for some variety in that particular aspect of their life. Taking a page from Howard Stark's book, she slowly began trying to initiate lovemaking in various rooms, but trying was as far as Angie got, because even though Peggy never hesitated to engage in a little canoodling, she refused to go all out. Sure, clothes might get skewed in the public rooms and a stocking inevitably go missing, but Peggy always insisted that lovemaking wait until they were safely ensconced behind the closed doors of their bedroom.

When Angie finally got annoyed enough to ask her lover why she was so adamant about her "no sex on the furniture" rule, Peggy scoffed and said it reeked of something Howard Stark would do and probably had done, several times, and with as many different women.

While Angie couldn't disagree with her on that, she really didn't see how it posed a problem anymore, because when they'd first moved in, Peggy had been so concerned about their friend's sexual escapades she'd requested Jarvis schedule a thorough cleaning of the house one day while they were both at work.

Angie knew Peggy considered it a personal point of pride to hold herself to a higher standard than Howard Stark, but really, the woman didn't know what she was missing out on. Couches were fun. So were tables. She just needed to convince Peggy of that, and she'd come so close during a few recent heated kissing sessions, but Peggy had still somehow managed to steer them to their bedroom before things got too involved.

But, tonight was going to be different, Angie vowed. She had made up her mind. Come hell or high water, tonight would be the night she finally convinced Peggy Carter to start appreciating the finer things.