The Ordinary Days
A/N: Aaaaand here's the chapter you've all been waiting for! ;) This is when we get into EXPLICIT SMUT territory, so you have been warned. There are more details below in the warnings but feel free to skip if you don't want minor spoilers. Enjoy!
WARNINGS: Fully sexual explicit content ahead! In this chapter it will be fingering and a hand job only, but it is described in detail. Peggy's previous assault is mentioned once or twice but nothing graphic.
Chapter Ten
It was dark when Peggy woke up next, leaving her surprised and confused under the residual fog of such a deep sleep. She blinked and glanced over at the clock on the nightstand which indicated it was barely the crack of dawn. She sighed deeply and stretched her arms over her head – had she really been out for an entire day? She remembered stirring a couple of times to rearrange her sleeping position, trying to get comfortable, but then settled back to sleep when she felt a warm, comforting arm wrap around her. She smiled as she remembered what had transpired between her and Steve right before she fell asleep, but when Peggy looked next to her in the dark, Steve was gone.
She glanced around the dim room and saw she was alone. Where had Steve gone? She was still a little groggy but got out of bed, deciding there was no more need for rest as she had gotten plenty of sleep. She grabbed her pink silk robe and threw it on over the yellow dress she was still wearing from the previous day when she went to the hospital.
The floorboards creaked as she slowly crept out of her room, listening. Peggy figured Steve had gone back to his own room, but when she knocked softly on his door there was no answer. She gently opened the door and peered in – Steve's bed was still made up, so he likely hadn't gone back to his own room last night. So then where was he?
Peggy slipped out of his room and went down the stairs, waiting to see if the smell of coffee or breakfast would hit her, but it never did. The kitchen and living room were both dark which indicated Steve was nowhere to be found in the house.
Had he driven off somewhere? Peggy glanced out of the big kitchen window that overlooked the front yard and saw that the truck was still parked out next to the barn. Peggy slipped on a pair of her flats that were by the front door and she reached to turn the doorknob, peering outside. Benny, who had been sleeping on the porch, jerked awake and bounded over to her, wagging his tail. She patted his head fondly for a moment and then looked out at the miniscule crack of sun that was starting to peek out at the horizon, making the sky a deep purple color.
Benny suddenly huffed and bounded down the stairs, turning to trot around the house toward the back. Peggy instinctively followed the dog and stopped when she turned the corner because she saw Steve.
He was wearing only a white cotton singlet and brown trousers, holding an ax in both hands as he cracked it down on a piece of wood, splitting it in two. A few strands of hair hung down in his face as sweat beaded on his forehead, his muscles bulging as he reached down to grab another log and place it on the tree stump that was acting as a chopping block. He moved his arms up to swing the ax again but stopped suddenly when he saw Benny bounding up to him. Steve set his ax down and reached down to pet him. After a moment he glanced up, freezing when he saw Peggy standing there watching him.
"I–I'm sorry," stammered Peggy when she saw his surprised expression, realizing she had been staring at him. "I was just wondering where you'd gone off to."
"Did you sleep alright?" he asked as the pair watched Benny trot away happily.
"Oh, yes. I slept very well."
Steve nodded absentmindedly and took a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping his forehead brusquely. He was panting slightly and was averting her gaze.
"Are you alright, Steve?" asked Peggy apprehensively, noticing he wasn't looking at her. "Is there a reason why you came out here?"
Steve glanced at her briefly and then sighed, sitting down on the tree stump. "I felt…I feel bad about what happened yesterday. I let things escalate too far and I was worried you felt upset with me about it, so I wanted to give you some space."
He looked down at the ground in shame and Peggy felt her heart sink a little.
"Steve, I…I know things got heated yesterday, but I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't want you to be around me. I admit, I…" she took a few steps toward him and he looked up at her. "I had missed our closeness over these past few weeks. I just wish I knew what had happened between us that caused us to fall out."
Steve looked sheepish. "I just thought…Peggy, you seemed so unhappy and I thought it was because of me. I thought you were feeling trapped in this marriage, so I wanted to give you space. Then when you had to go to the hospital…it just kind of shook me out of my reverie and I realized I was treating you terribly. And then when you kissed me…"
He trailed off, thinking. Peggy stood there silently, taking in his words in shock. He thought he was treating her terribly? When she was the one who lied and married him just to save her own skin?
"Steve…I thought you were avoiding me because you hated me," Peggy admitted. "After you left for your mother's I thought you'd realized how much better off you were without me and you wished you didn't have to come home…"
Steve tilted his head in confusion. "No, that's…I was waiting for you every day to come visit, but you never did."
Peggy exhaled slowly, tilting her head up to look at the sky incredulously. "I can't believe Angie was right."
At Steve's baffled look she explained, "She said I needed to stop making assumptions about your feelings and just talk to you, and I'm kicking myself for not having done that 'till now."
Steve shook his head in disbelief. "My mother said the same thing."
This brought out a small chuckle from Peggy. "Then we are two of the most stubborn people I know."
Steve gave a tiny smile but there was still a sadness in his eyes.
"So…when you kissed me yesterday…" He stood up and took a couple of deliberate steps toward her, eyes fixated on hers. There was only a few feet of space between them. "Was it because you felt pity for me? After I had admitted that I thought of the baby as mine? Or was it…was there another reason?"
Peggy looked down in thought for a moment. She inhaled like she was about to say something, then paused. She glanced at Steve and then said, "Yesterday, when you came upstairs and found me in pain, did you notice there was an art easel on the floor next to me?"
The question made Steve furrow his brow. "Is that what that was? I…yeah, I suppose I noticed it. Why?"
"I found it in the attic. I remembered you said you liked to paint, so I wanted you to have it. I tried carrying it down because I wanted to surprise you with it."
Steve swallowed. "Why would you do that?"
She exhaled impatiently. "Because I wanted to make up for the fact that you're trapped in this sham of a marriage with a sham of a wife and a baby that's not even yours, and if there was anything I could do to help you feel a fraction of happiness in your life, then I would do it."
Steve's eyes grew wide at her speech and he looked taken aback. "Peggy, I…I'm not unhappy being married to you."
"I wish I could believe that," she scoffed. "I know you wished you had never married me–"
"I have feelings for you," he interrupted quickly. Peggy stared at him. "I've…I've had feelings for you…for months. Ever since I began delivering to your house and starting to get to know you, and learned how smart and kind you are. I've been holding this inside for so long because I didn't want you to think that was why I married you. Truly, I married you because I wanted to help a friend out, but…how on earth could I regret marrying such a strong-willed, intelligent, gorgeous woman?"
Peggy's chest rose and fell for several moments as she simply stared at him with wide eyes. Steve himself looked nervous, like he couldn't believe he had just told her his darkest secret, but he hadn't made her feel shocked or upset – on the contrary, his words filled up something in her heart that had felt like a hole for weeks. She wanted to reciprocate, to say she had feelings for him too and was so relieved to hear he felt the same way, but she couldn't form words as eloquent as his.
So she did the only thing she could think of to do and rushed up to kiss him.
He took a stumbling step back in surprise, but wrapped his arms around the small of her back as she threw her arms around his neck. He returned the kiss with equal fervor and Peggy felt like they had crossed a point of no return – there were no more questions, no more doubts about his feelings for her and she felt she could truly put everything into their kiss. She pulled his body in as close to hers as she could and poured every emotion she was feeling right now – passion, relief, exultation – into their embrace. A small hum escaped from Steve's throat, which Peggy recognized was not one of desire but of pure elation that she had accepted his admittance of his feelings for her so readily.
Peggy reached up and cupped his face in her hands as she pulled away from the kiss for a moment, panting.
"Steve," she breathed with an intonation not of her wanting him to stop, but of emotion she didn't quite know how to express. He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment, perhaps as if to check if there was any hesitation from her, but when he discovered none he dived back into her lips hungrily. She draped her arms back around his neck and he lifted her off the ground slightly, causing her to gasp in delight and smile into their kiss. She could feel his lips smiling into hers and his hands gripped desperately at the fabric of her dress at her hips.
He set her down and pulled away from her, resting his forehead against hers with closed eyes.
"Is this…I mean…Is this okay? Should we stop?"
Peggy pulled her forehead back to look Steve straight in the eyes. "Steve, we're married. There's nothing improper about this."
One side of Steve's mouth pulled up into a grin. "Oh, right."
She laughed and then he suddenly scooped her up in his arms, causing Peggy to shriek in surprise. He began to carry her bridal style toward the house and she held onto his neck tightly, diving in to kiss the skin under his jaw. He went up the porch steps and ripped open the front door, closing it behind them so Benny wouldn't follow them in.
He brought Peggy over to the sofa in the living room to set her down gently and sat next to her. She shrugged off the silk robe she had thrown on over her dress and threw it onto the armchair next to the couch.
There was a brief moment where they both paused and looked at each other with a tiny bit of shyness, the sound of their heavy breathing permeating the air. But then passion took over and they leaned into each other and their lips crashed together. Steve embraced her, wrapping his arms around her frame as she reached up to grip the sides of his face.
Steve broke the kiss to bend his head down and put his lips on her neck, causing her to moan softly. She leaned her head back and let her hands rest on his chest as she closed her eyes in ecstasy at the feeling of his lips on her sensitive skin. He repeated the motion he had done yesterday where he started kissing her jaw then made his way down to her collarbone, then to the center of her chest where her dress met her neckline. Peggy clutched at Steve's thin shirt as his mouth kissed the cloth at the top of her dress right where a tiny hint of her cleavage was showing. She let out a breathy moan and Steve looked up at her.
"Are you okay with…going further than we went yesterday?" he asked her timidly.
Peggy looked him straight in the eyes and nodded. "I want you, Steve. But I admit, I…I've never…"
"You've never done more than just kissing? Well, not counting the night you got pregnant," he added soberly.
She nodded once more. "I wasn't fully conscious for that otherwise I would have stopped it…but with you, I don't want you to stop."
Steve took it as a testament to her trust in him that she would allow him to be this intimate with her after her last and only coupling with a man was, quite frankly, traumatizing. He gazed into her pretty brown eyes and gave her a reassuring smile.
"I would never do anything that you didn't want to do, Peggy. We can always stop or slow down if you need to."
There was a look in Peggy's eyes almost of relief as she gazed back at him. "I trust you."
Leaning in to kiss her, Steve rested his hand on Peggy's thigh as she gripped at his thin shirt. She pulled his shirt up fervidly and he leaned back, lifting his arms so she could pull it up all the way off his body. Then she reached behind her and began undoing the buttons of her dress as Steve reached around her back to help her. When the buttons were undone enough, she shimmied a little to pull the cotton yellow dress up over her head and tossed it onto the floor.
Steve swallowed as she leaned back against the arm of the sofa, wearing only a pearl-colored silk brassiere and matching slip skirt. The only other time he had seen her in such a state of undress was the time she had tried to get him to sleep with her a week or so into their marriage, but he had been in such a state of shock that he hadn't really registered what was going on.
This time, however, he allowed his eyes to take in the beautiful curves of her body, the smoothness of her flawless skin, and the way her voluptuous chest was rising and falling with each breath. As he glanced over her bare stomach, he suddenly remembered the baby was there – their baby, he thought to himself – and even though she hadn't started showing yet, he knew it was only a matter of time before that happened. But Steve knew he would find her just as gorgeous then as he did now.
Steve took his legs up under him so he was kneeling on the sofa next to her and crawled forward to hover over her, his body leaning down between her outstretched legs. Peggy gave him a slightly nervous look at this change of position, but Steve saw there was no trace of fear – just of anticipation and vulnerability. He bent down to kiss her sweetly, indicating to her that she was safe with him, and he felt her relax a little under his lips.
She leaned a little more into his mouth to indicate her enthusiasm and Steve let one of his hands rest on the side of her neck, then traced it down sensually to her collarbone, then the side of her ribs, then to her hip. As he squeezed her hip, Peggy bent her leg up and wrapped it around Steve's waist, drawing out a moan from him as she pulled his body in closer to hers.
Steve moved up to sit up straight and readjusted Peggy's leg so that her ankle was resting on his shoulder. He reached up to gently take off the flat she was wearing and he kissed the inside of her ankle. He proceeded to kiss down the inside of her calf, causing Peggy to toss her head back, and then he reached for the opposite leg, putting it to rest against his other shoulder as he took off her other shoe. Steve then mirrored his actions and kissed down her leg from her ankle to the middle of her calf. The position had made Peggy's slip rise up and bunch around her waist, exposing her silk underwear underneath. Steve could feel himself getting hard with desire at being allowed to see her so undone like this.
Peggy felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest as she felt Steve's lips all over her body. He adjusted himself to lean forward and she spread her legs to oblige him, and then she wrapped both legs around his waist as he dove forward to kiss her lips. She could feel something hard pressing on her just below her belly button and her heart raced a little more.
"Oh, God, Peggy…" he breathed in between kisses. "I want you so much…but let me know if it's too much, okay?"
"It's…it's okay," she panted as he bent down to kiss her neck again. "I mean, I'm…I'm a bit nervous, I suppose, because I've never really done this before…well…not when it's ever been wanted by me," she added and Steve stopped kissing her to look at her.
"I've…never done this before either," he admitted sheepishly. "I mean, I've learned about things…and my friend Bucky taught me what he knew about women…but…"
"You seem to know what you're doing," she praised, making the color of his cheeks turn pink.
"Yeah, well…I'm just doing what feels natural, I suppose."
"Do you think we could take it slow still?" she asked cautiously. "I'm just…I don't know, I want you desperately, of course, but…"
"I know," he replied kindly. "It's okay to not be ready yet. But that doesn't mean we can't do…other things, if you're okay with that? I promise I won't do anything to hurt you."
Peggy looked at him quizzically but then nodded. "I trust you."
Steve smiled at her and then he dove back in to give her a loving kiss. He rested one hand on the sofa cushion next to her head and the other hand on the side of her hip as he slowly made a trail over the crease of her hip and to her lower stomach. As he dipped a little lower to the fabric of her slip that was gathered at her waist, Peggy's eyes widened and her chest heaved fiercely. Steve pushed the skirt of her slip up slightly and cascaded his hand down to rest on the silk of her underwear. He started to draw soft circles with his thumb and Peggy had to stop herself from crying out loudly.
"Oh, Steve…" she moaned, breaking their kiss as Steve looked down at her.
"Is this okay?" he whispered as he continued the motions.
"Y-yes…it feels…amazing…" she breathed in rapture, her mind blown by how incredible this feeling was. The way he touched her, kissed her, caressed her…she had never experienced anything like this with the handful of men she had kissed in her lifetime. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering with such intensity that she wondered if Steve could hear them.
Steve continued to draw circles on her underwear slowly, adding a little more pressure as Peggy squeezed her legs which were still wrapped around him. Steve leaned back so he was sitting up straight and she lowered her legs a little while he sat between them. Steve looked deeply into her eyes as he reached down and hooked a finger on the rim of her underwear, smoothly sliding them down to her thighs. She bent her legs up toward her chest so he could slide them fully off, leaving the skin under her slip skirt completely bare.
Peggy lowered her legs and gripped onto his bicep in apprehension, but relaxed a little when Steve continued his soothing motion of tracing circles on the now-exposed dark curls between her legs.
Steve then dared to slip his hand a little further down right to the center of her, keeping intense eye contact with her to see if she indicated any need for him to stop. She panted but kept his eye contact, gasping a little when one of his fingers began circling her and brushing lightly, tantalizingly, over her most sensitive spot.
Peggy shivered as Steve traced the skin there slowly, almost like he was teasing her, and she felt she was going to explode with desire. Steve was breathing heavily as he picked up the pace and traced faster with a little more pressure, and Peggy felt something deep within her building up.
"Steve," she cried out, almost as a warning, feeling her pleasure mounting and mounting. But he didn't let up the pressure or rhythm of his motions.
"Yes, Peggy," he whispered in reply as he felt her body start to shake. "Don't overthink…Let yourself feel everything."
At his words, the passion suddenly reached its peak and Peggy cried out as the pleasure traveled through her body like waves. Steve didn't stop his ministrations until her cries died down and she let out one last, long exhale. Once she began to relax, he leaned forward to wrap his arm behind her and pulled her up to him, cradling her and kissing her forehead.
Peggy was breathing like she had just run a marathon and she practically saw stars. Her mind tried to process what had just happened – how her pleasure had continued to build and build while Steve touched her until it exploded like a firework. The feeling was transcendent as she could not believe how amazing the pleasure felt, never in her life achieving such a sensation. She gazed into Steve's eyes, which were looking down at hers lovingly.
"That was…that was…" she breathed, not even knowing how to describe her feelings.
Steve chuckled a little. "Not bad for my first time with a woman?"
Peggy's mouth couldn't help but burst into a smile. "'Not bad' indeed. Though I daresay you'll be sorely disappointed when it's my turn."
"Oh?" he asked with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows. "No, Peggy, I could never be disappointed with you."
"Can I…" she swallowed nervously. "Can I try to make you feel the way you just made me feel?"
Steve blinked a couple times. "Oh, uh…You don't have to…"
"But I want to," she asserted as she brought a hand up to rest on Steve's chest. "Perhaps if you could just show me how…?"
She rubbed light circles on Steve's chest with her fingers enticingly and Steve licked his lips nervously. "Uh, okay…you could start with…taking off my pants, maybe?"
Peggy smiled coquettishly and acquiesced, dipping her hand down to his belt. Steve helped her undo the buckle as well as the button and zipper on his trousers, then he lifted his hips a little so he could shimmy them off, leaving him in his cream-colored boxer shorts. Steve blushed a little as Peggy noticed the bulge that was forming in his boxers, but she smiled and grazed a hand over it gently, causing Steve to lay his head back on the arm of the couch and moan softly. She looked at him cautiously.
"Is this…?"
"It's good," he replied almost immediately, causing her to chuckle to herself a little.
She palmed him through his shorts and Steve squirmed in pleasure at the feeling. This felt almost like an out-of-body experience as Steve had to remind himself that this was really happening and Peggy was really pleasuring him with her hands. Not only that, Peggy was his wife and so these desires could be fulfilled without any fear of judgment or admonishment from anyone. They were free to explore and gratify each other as much as they wanted and no one could stop them; the thought made Steve's chest swell with joy.
Peggy felt a rush of nervousness as she fingered the waistline of his boxer shorts and gently pulled them down, minding the bulge which she could not resist to look at once his shorts were off. She had never seen a fully undressed grown man before and she couldn't help but blush as she drank in the sight. Steve's body was simply unreal, every muscle as sculpted and defined as a Greek god's and his skin smooth but taut like leather. She was a little surprised to see a trail of dark hair that went from his belly button all the way to his…She swallowed. She had nothing to compare it to, obviously, but she couldn't help but think he was probably quite well-endowed compared to other men, which made sense given his height and size.
Steve's chest was rising and falling rapidly, waiting while Peggy took him in for a moment, praying she wouldn't be put off by what she saw. She looked a little apprehensive at first, but then looked Steve right in the eyes and smiled. Wordlessly, she closed her warm hand around him and Steve inhaled through his teeth, sighing as he leaned his head back.
"Does this feel okay?" she asked softly, and Steve nodded.
"If you kind of…stroke it up and down…" he mumbled as he closed his eyes.
Peggy obliged and stroked him slowly, squeezing a little but not too hard because she figured it was probably sensitive for him much like she was. She watched Steve squirm under her ministrations and she felt a swell of pride within herself that she was making him feel the same way he had made her feel moments ago.
She tried to increase the speed a little bit and Steve opened his eyes.
"Do you think you could…um…" he stuttered, embarrassed. "Sorry, it's just…it's a little too dry…"
Peggy looked at him quizzically as she wasn't sure what he meant by that at first, but then he took two of his fingers up to his mouth and then to himself, administering saliva to make it easier for her hand to stroke him. He wrapped his hand around Peggy's to show her how much pressure to apply and she felt how slippery he had gotten under his hand. But it did make it easier to move her hand up and down without the friction of skin-on-skin, Peggy observed. Steve removed his hand from hers as Peggy continued her motions, and he nodded.
"Yeah, that's…mmm…" he murmured as Peggy increased the speed a little, remembering how Steve had done so when he had used his hands on her. "That's so good, Peg…"
The way he praised her made Peggy hum with contentment as she continued her sensual movements, building to an even tempo. She only had to do so for a few minutes before Steve spluttered out, "Peggy…I'm gonna –"
She let go as Steve suddenly sat up and grabbed himself, giving a few more strokes while he moaned and liquid spurt out into his fist. Peggy's eyes widened a little and he saw her look of apprehension as he came down from his climax.
"That's…yeah, that's what happens," he explained in a small voice as he looked around for something to clean his hand with and settled for his boxers that were on the ground.
"Golly…" breathed Peggy, and Steve looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm assuming your mother never really taught you about…this kind of thing?"
Peggy scoffed. "Of course not. And I'm going to have words with her the next time I see her for keeping me completely in the dark all this time."
"Did I put you off from wanting to do that again?" he joked with a grin, and she shook her head.
"No, it was just…not what I was expecting," she admitted innocently. "I had no idea sex could be so…messy."
The comment made Steve burst into laughter. "There's a lot you have to learn, I suppose."
Peggy looked at him with sultry eyes. "Can you show me more?"
"I…" the comment made Steve blink rapidly. "I can…but we should probably make ourselves decent in case Daniel or someone walks in on us. It's nearly sunrise."
Peggy looked over at the window and saw that dawn was indeed breaking and the sky had turned a brilliant shade of orange. "I suppose you're right."
Steve got up first but leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.
"Thank you for that," he whispered to her earnestly, and she smiled back at him. He headed upstairs to clean up in the bathroom and Peggy gathered up their clothes from the floor.
There was a warmth in Peggy's chest that radiated outward to her whole body and she relished the feeling. She thought about how Steve had tended to her body expertly and made her feel so amazing…and then she had returned the favor to show him how much she wanted him, too. She still hadn't admitted that she had feelings for him, but as she thought about the way she had moaned his name and clung to him lustfully, she realized it may be something more than feelings…dare she say, love? She felt affection for him, sure, and a desire to be close with him…but was it love? The head-over-heels, I'd-do-anything-for-him, fairytale love she had read about in her romance novels and seen in films?
Peggy closed her eyes as she let her feelings wash over her while she thought about it. It was certainly something more than just a crush…but, not wanting to admit it to herself, Peggy pushed away the notion that it really was love and hiked up the stairs to ready herself for the day, welcoming a distraction from her deep thoughts.
