A/N: All right, here goes nothing; I am so nervous so no hurting my feelings, okay. All right this is Steve/Peggy. One-shot.
Steve had tried to arrive on time, he really had but he kept wondering about trivial details such as stressing needlessly about his outfit and now wonders if he's overdone it. He straightens up and tries to appear calm, "For whom?" He wonders, "There's no one else here. Maybe Peggy's late too." That'd make him feel better as there is a nagging sense of his urgency of this session. They had decided to start dancing in private to lessen his embarrassment (he doesn't remember deciding, just an impression, a feeling of certainty that this is what happened). To distract himself, he studied the scenery, which was just beautiful, a soft perfect blue sky. "Stark difference to the colours," he notes before smiling lopsidedly, thinking of his friend, Howard.
"Waiting for me?" Peggy says and he turns to greet her, momentarily stunned by her beauty, her red dress, her brown hair and amazing brown eyes.
"I shouldn't have kept you waiting, I'm sorry." He says it so meaningfully that he himself wonders why he needs her to know he's sorry. So sorry.
Peggy laughs it off, leading him onto their makeshift dance-floor and the slow song starts playing. He awkwardly stands there for a couple seconds, not sure where to put his hands before she takes his hand in hers, soft and warm, and leads it to her waist and he allows it to rest there. She places her hands on each of his shoulders and begins to sway, slowly encouraging Steve to follow. Steve finds all his little worries (what if my hands sweat? What if I step on her foot? What if, what if, what if. What if sounds important) melt away with the music and the feel of them together.
Of course he has to ruin it by stepping on her foot and turning a becoming shade of red. Before he could bluster out multiple apologies she grinned at him and allowed herself to spin out and back in, like they were children. He finds himself laughing, carefree and in love. It's an amazing feeling. With the ending of the song, he leads her back to the seating area, pulling out her chair and gesturing for her to sit down. They laugh and sing for the rest of the evening, trading stories of childhood and hardships, playful recounts and mischievous tales until the sun begins to set.
"One last dance?" he asks, leading her onto the dance floor this time and she takes up the lead again, they smile at each other and Steve's memorised the steps enough for Peggy to lay her head on his chest which starts to ache with something unidentifiable.
Steve felt himself lean forward, closer, closer (he gets a faint sense of déjá vu here as well) until finally their lips met, a soft kiss as if they have all the time in the world, he closes his eyes (something at the back of his mind tells him there was another kiss –hurried, fast, almost desperate- he pushes the thought away) and when he opens them again she's giving him a small smile, holds his hand and kisses him on the cheek taking the opportunity to whisper "I love you, Steve Rogers."
Steve had never associated alarm clocks with such horrible pain before. It felt like his heart was re-breaking. A couple resilient tears streak down his face as he thinks his reply to her. Thinks it so hard and insistent as though the strength of his feelings might reach her somehow before deciding she deserves to hear it out loud. "And I will always love you, Peggy Carter."
A/N: So that was horrible and I should never try to do a thing again. Let me guess, shot for sweet and then angst and arrived at clichéd? Also the song I imagine them dancing to? Catch a falling star by Perry Como and then Down by The Sea. I don't know if this is before their time though.