The Ordinary Days

A/N: Hooray, Steve and Peggy have now progressed to friends with benefits! XD This chapter includes some smut so see the warnings below for specifics. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this chapter! If it's starting to feel a little fluffy, don't worry, there's plenty of drama ahead. ;)

WARNINGS: Explicit smut including cunnilingus and a hand job in this chapter.

Chapter Eleven

Following their unexpected (yet long-awaited) tryst that morning, both Steve and Peggy were startled to remember the Starks had sent a telegram a few days before saying they were finally sending over a man to install a telephone in their house. Thankfully, the couple had already gotten dressed and cleaned up their pile of discarded clothes by the time they heard the Starks' car in the drive and they went out to greet the couple.

"Long time no see!" laughed Howard as he shook Steve's hand.

"Nice to see you too, Howard," greeted Steve. "And you, too, Maria."

"The farmhouse is looking better than ever!" remarked Maria happily. "You've done such a marvelous job."

"Oh, it was mostly Peggy," Steve clarified. "She's the one who's been doing all the housework while I tend to the farm. She deserves all the credit."

He glanced at her and lingered perhaps a little longer than he should have, and she blushed.

"Always the flatterer," joked Peggy as she motioned for everyone to follow her inside.

Steve let everyone else go inside in front of him and he hung back to whisper to Peggy, "Are you alright with having all these people over? You were in the hospital only yesterday."

"We can't mention it without us having to reveal the pregnancy," she whispered back, trying to smile so it didn't look like they were hiding anything. "I feel fine, I promise."

Steve nodded but eyed her as if he were looking for any signs that she felt unwell. But when Peggy turned on the charm to their guests and ushered them into the kitchen for some refreshments, Steve relaxed a little and was assured she was okay.

She seemed perfectly well early this morning, he thought with a mischievous grin.

The telephone man arrived not too much later and he worked to install the phone in their kitchen while the party enjoyed a simple lunch of sandwiches and iced tea. Steve kept making little glances at Peggy while he sipped his tea or laughed at a joke, and Peggy knew what he was doing. Every time she locked eyes with him, she was flooded with memories of how they had finally given in to their desires that morning. When she looked at his lips she thought about how they had felt on her neck, her leg, her chest…and then she had to snap herself out of it before she got too hot and bothered.

Privately, both Steve and Peggy wished for nothing more than the Starks to leave so they could pick up where they left off that morning, but their guests had no intentions of departing any time soon. They asked for a tour of the yard, the barn, and the beet fields, the last of which Steve drove everyone out to see. When he parked the car he came around to the other side to open Peggy's door for her and offered her a hand, which she took and the feel of his skin on hers made her heart flutter a little. Steve gave her a knowing smile and she surreptitiously gave him a glance that said, I know what you're doing, you devil.

But Steve pretended not to notice and led the merry group on a tour of the progress they were making in the fields.

After the telephone man finished up, it was close to suppertime so Peggy felt obliged to offer dinner to their guests.

"Well of course we'll stay!" replied Maria, delighted. "We haven't had a chance to really get to know you two yet."

Peggy smiled but she had to feign her happiness because all she wanted to do was jump on Steve and kiss every inch of his body, but she knew she couldn't until their guests left. So she played the happy hostess as she prepared a roast for everybody and they all sat down to what Peggy felt like was the longest supper of her life.

Finally, dusk was beginning to settle as the Starks said their goodbyes on the front porch.

"We had such a lovely time," said Maria graciously as she gave Peggy a hug. "Hopefully we'll be able to do this again soon."

"I daresay we will," replied Peggy, although not convinced she could keep this promise as her secret pregnancy was quickly progressing.

Howard shook Steve's hand and said, "It's always nice to catch up with an old friend. Plus I'm pleased with how well you're taking care of the farm."

"I can't tell you how grateful we are–"

"Oh, you've only told me that a hundred times already," Howard interrupted Steve with a sarcastic roll of the eyes. "I'm just glad I made the right choice with who to give this old farm to. I'm looking forward to visiting here every once in a while to check up on the place; but if you start having kids, you'll see me a lot less."

The group laughed (Howard and Maria more so than Steve and Peggy, who tried to keep the nervousness out of their laughter) and made their way toward Howard's car.

"Oh, I forgot to fetch that recipe for you," Peggy said suddenly to Maria, who motioned for her to follow her back inside, leaving Steve and Howard alone at the car.

"So do you think that's going to be in the future for you?" Howard asked Steve, who replied with a puzzled look. "Kids, I mean."

"Oh," replied Steve with a downcast expression. "In all honesty, I'm really not sure how that would work with the serum…But I know Peggy wants to have children," he added quickly, remembering that it was only a matter of time before they had to announce her pregnancy to everyone once she started showing.

"Have you told her this, though? That the serum may have its drawbacks as well as its benefits?"

"I haven't…" Steve revealed sheepishly. "It's all guesswork right now but I suppose I'll have to tell her sooner or later, mustn't I?"

Howard shrugged. "If you're starting to do things that might make a baby down the line, I would tell her now."

Steve tried not to let Howard see how red he had gotten and was grateful to see the women return with Maria holding a recipe card in hand.

The Starks climbed into the car with their final goodbyes and Steve and Peggy waved one last time while they drove down the dirt road and out of sight.

Once they were back inside, Peggy found herself breathing a little harder than she should be as they cleaned up dinner. She put the leftovers away into the icebox as Steve washed and dried the dishes. They did so in silence but Peggy was eagerly imagining what they were going to get up to now that they were finally alone.

Steve, meanwhile, had been looking forward to their guests leaving all day too, but his conversation with Howard made him realize he did indeed need to have a serious conversation with Peggy about the serum. He had been making eyes at her which she had reciprocated all day, so he knew she was expecting to pick up where they had left off that morning. But he knew he needed to talk to her before things progressed any further regarding their intimacy.

Unaware of his thoughts, Peggy helped him dry the last dish and then she glanced over at him after she looked around at the clean kitchen.

"I suppose our evening is finally free, isn't it?" she observed as she smiled at Steve. Steve smiled back nervously.

"I suppose it is."

"I'm wondering," she said as she took slow, deliberate steps toward him, "why you were making eyes at me all day, Steven? Is it something I said?"

She got close enough to wrap her arms around his neck and he let her, grinning. "Why, whatever do you mean, Margaret? I believe you were the one making eyes at me today."

Peggy giggled. "Well, I'm not going to deny that."

She leaned in for a kiss and Steve obliged, the sinking feeling in his stomach dissipating as he remembered how good it felt to have her lips on his. But then the kiss deepened and Steve figured he better say something now before the throes of passion get to the both of them.

"Erm, Peggy," he stammered, pulling away from her lips. "There's something I need to talk to you about."

"Can't it wait?" she breathed as she pulled him in for another kiss. He kissed her back lustfully, thinking for a moment that he should just abandon his trepidation and give in to her, but the logical side of his mind won over and he thought it wasn't right.

"No," he pulled away from her again and she looked at him with concern. "No, it can't wait. Here, sit down."

He motioned for her to sit down at the dining table and she hesitated for a moment, but then acquiesced when she realized Steve was being serious. Steve sat down across from her and sighed.

"Peggy, I…Howard reminded me of something today that I think you should know about, and I wanted to tell you before we let our closeness get more…intense."

Peggy folded her hands in her lap, unsure where this was going. "Go on."

"So you recall that I had said I volunteered for science experiments in New York," he explained, "and that they injected me with what they called the 'Super-Soldier Serum,' right?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Well…after Dr. Erskine was killed, the formula and knowledge of the serum died with him, so a lot of its exact effects are still unknown. I mean, obviously it improved my muscle mass and strength, but it also has other peculiar side effects. Such as the fact that no matter how much I drink, I can't get drunk."

Peggy looked a little surprised by this notion, but nodded as he went on.

"One thing I was told by one of Erskine's assistants after he died was that they were unsure of the effects the serum would have on…other parts of my body," he explained with a reddening of his cheeks. "They said the serum affects all my cells, which means it could affect my sexual health and fertility as well."

Peggy leaned forward. "So, what does that mean?"

"Well, for one thing, I'm not even sure that I would be able to have any biological children. The serum changed a lot about my body chemistry so I wouldn't be surprised if I were no longer fertile, but obviously I haven't tested that theory out."

There was a silence as Peggy considered this. Obviously, having kids with Steve was definitely not a concern of hers when she had agreed to marry him because they were not planning on having a "real" marriage in that sense. And with her already being pregnant, she presently did not feel the need or desire to have anymore children.

And yet…the idea of never being able to bear any children with Steve was a little sad to her. For a brief moment, Peggy envisioned their lives in ten or fifteen years, surrounded by three or four little ones running around the house, Steve laughing and playing with them as they grew up…But if what Steve was saying were true, then that fantasy could only ever be exactly that: a fantasy.

She looked at him with kind eyes. "It's alright, Steve. I mean, undoubtedly we will at least have one child–" she patted her stomach tenderly–"but we don't need any more than that, if that were our only option."

Steve gave a wistful smile. "I know. I just thought you should know that for the future since we might be starting to…do things that could eventually make a baby," he admitted sheepishly, and Peggy blushed.

"But…there was one other thing I remembered that I wanted to mention, which is why I stopped us before we did anything just now."

Peggy looked confused, but nodded.

"I said the assistant told me they guessed the serum would affect my sexual health…and well…there's no way for me to say this without coming off as a little vain, but as the serum enhanced my cells and muscles and made me bigger and stronger, I'm afraid that…that part of me has been enhanced as well."

Peggy furrowed her brow. "I don't get what you…oh!"

Steve cast his eyes down to his folded hands as she understood what he meant. Her eyes widened as she pondered the implications of what he was saying about the serum enhancing his size. Steve leaned forward and grabbed her hand.

"I wanted to say this before things got any more intense: I would never, ever want to do anything that could potentially hurt you – or the baby – so I think we need to take things slowly and cautiously for the time being. I know I've had the serum in me for a while now, but sometimes I forget my own strength and so I'm afraid of getting too lost in our intimate moments and doing something that could seriously hurt you."

Peggy nodded slowly, absorbing what he said. On the one hand, she did not like the idea of having to be careful and cautious with him because she trusted him to do his best to not hurt her, and she didn't want to have to worry about that kind of thing while they shared intimate moments together. But on the other hand, the thought of him causing her pain while they were intimate was a very real and alarming possibility, so she conceded that he was probably right.

"I understand, Steve. If you feel we need to go slow and use caution, then that's what we'll do."

Steve nodded assuringly. "Okay. Thank you for taking that so well; I wasn't sure how you were going to react, honestly."

"It's not something that you're in control of," she shrugged. "I know you'd never do something like that on purpose, but I appreciate the heads up."

Steve smiled at her. "So…where were we?"

"Oh," replied Peggy coquettishly as they both stood up, "I believe I was in the middle of kissing you before I was so rudely interrupted."

Steve wrapped his arms around her and grinned. "I do apologize for interrupting you."

"Just make sure it doesn't happen again," Peggy chided playfully as she reached up and pulled his head down for a kiss.

Steve hummed happily as he kissed her back, still not used to how utterly transcendent it felt to kiss her. It struck him as incredible that just a few days ago he was at his most miserable point, believing that Peggy hated him and he would never make her happy, to now passionately kissing her and being allowed to share his most intimate parts of himself with her. It was an unbelievable privilege – no, an honor to be allowed to kiss and caress her in this way, to make her feel as euphoric as she made him.

He traced his hands down in a line from her shoulder blades to the base of her lower back which drew out an imperceptible moan from Peggy. She let her hands roam up to his hair and ran her fingers through his soft strands gently. After a few moments of kissing passionately, Peggy broke away and looked into his eyes, panting slightly.

"Do you want to go upstairs?"

Steve felt his heart flutter at the question and he nodded. She grabbed his hand and led him out of the kitchen to the stairs, him following behind her closely.

Once they were upstairs, she looked back at him shyly as she allowed him to follow her into her bedroom. Steve softly closed the door behind them as Peggy went over to the bed and climbed onto it, kneeling on top of the quilt that lay across it. Steve approached and stood at the edge of the bed, but before he could join her in bed she sat on her knees and reached up to begin unbuttoning his shirt one by one. He closed his eyes as she took her time, her warm fingers working deftly until the last button was undone and she slipped the cotton shirt off his shoulders. She untucked his undershirt and pulled it up over his head, leaving his chest bare. Peggy raised herself up on her knees to press hot kisses to the middle of his chest, causing Steve to moan. She hugged her arms around his waist as she kissed a trail down from his collarbone to his bellybutton.

His skin is so smooth, mused Peggy internally as she daringly used the tip of her tongue to caress his bellybutton, causing Steve to gently comb both his hands through her hair. She wanted to keep exploring further down, but before she could Steve carefully leaned down to gently push her shoulders down so she was lying flat on her back on the bed. He carefully climbed on top of her, straddling her hips, and looked down at her wantonly. He then kissed her mouth as she welcomed him passionately.

Remembering how responsive she was to him kissing her neck that morning, Steve broke the kiss to trail his lips to the side of her jaw and then further and further down to the curve where her neck met her shoulder. He impulsively grazed the skin of her neck in between his teeth gently and Peggy reacted wildly to this, puffing her chest up toward him and digging her nails into his bare back. He skimmed his lips down from her neck to her chest, occasionally giving her tiny little nips with his teeth, and she moaned as he continued kissing down her body even as he got to the fabric of her white linen dress.

Peggy arched her back so she could reach around and undo the buttons while Steve began to push her dress up. She pulled the rest up off of her body, leaving her this time in a snowy white brassiere and matching underwear with silk stockings attached by a garter belt. Steve drank in the sight of her for a moment and then dove back in to kiss her chest, making her squirm passionately.

Looking into her eyes deeply, Steve reached around behind her back to brush his fingers against the delicate hooks of her brassiere. Peggy's eyes widened a little but softened as she nodded, giving him the okay to keep going as he slowly undid each of the tiny hooks. He slid the silky fabric off of her chest to reveal her gloriously bare breasts, a sight which Steve would never forget as long as he lived. Her skin looked so soft and the way her chest was heaving made her even more enticing and alluring to him.

Peggy felt extremely self-conscious as he looked at her. No man had ever seen her like this and she was afraid he would find some fault in her. But she slowly started to relax as Steve met her gaze with a smile.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered earnestly, almost like a prayer.

This wonderful man…she thought as she gave a shy smile back at him in return.

Steve swallowed and then reached forward and palmed one of her breasts gently, eliciting a moan from Peggy as she arched her back. The experience was transcendent as he could feel how soft she was and the responses her body made when he touched her. Not being able to resist, Steve leaned down to kiss the swell of her chest and Peggy let out a breathy moan. She reached up to run her fingers through his golden locks as he kissed her breasts tenderly.

He made his way down to her ribs and stomach, sliding his body down toward the edge of the bed to reach further and further down. Peggy bent her knees up and spread her legs as Steve kissed her on the bare skin below her belly button. Steve lifted his head and grabbed the hem of her skirt, pushing it up to reveal her silk slip and stockinged legs. He then pushed her slip up to expose her silk underwear.

Peggy raised her head a little to look down at him, wondering what he was doing down there, but then he leaned forward and placed his mouth between her legs and she gasped in shock like she had just been doused with cold water. He placed breathy kisses on the fabric of her underwear and Peggy tossed her head back, panting heavily. Steve then reached up and grasped the edge of her now-damp underwear and slipped them down her legs, taking the attached silk stockings down with them to expose the smooth skin of her thighs. Sitting on his knees, Steve carefully grabbed both of Peggy's legs to place her calves on his shoulders. He gave her a boyish grin and then he leaned down, placing a kiss on her most sensitive spot as Peggy exhaled loudly in a breathy moan.

"Oh, God, Steve," she expressed passionately as he explored her with his mouth, feeling her writhing and trembling underneath him. He reached his hands up to her sides and grasped her hands, fingers interlacing as she squeezed back hard. He tried to listen to his instincts as he felt her with his tongue, observing which motions made her squirm and moan more than others. The noises she was making were practically inhuman but Steve knew she was feeling pure ecstasy, and he couldn't help but puff up in pride a little at the thought of pleasuring her so greatly.

Steve unlaced his fingers from hers and reached up to place them over her breasts, gently palming them and feeling his erection straining in his boxer shorts at how soft they felt. Peggy arched her back at the sensation of Steve's hands on her breasts and mouth buried between her legs and she wondered if she was going to black out from the sheer pleasure.

Peggy's hips bucked up against his face and he knew she was getting close to climaxing. He let go of her breasts and grasped her hips, pulling her up into his mouth like he was starving, and put pressure on her with his tongue. She suddenly cried out loudly and Steve knew she had reached the peak. He kept tonguing her even as she ground her hips against him repeatedly, spluttering incoherently as the shockwaves of pleasure rippled through her. Her legs trembled as Steve sat up and gingerly unhooked them from his shoulder, sliding his body up toward hers to lay next to her as he nuzzled the side of her face with his forehead.

"Oh my God, Steve," she exclaimed breathlessly when she finally had enough bearings to form words in English. "And I thought nothing could top what we did this morning."

Steve smirked into her cheek. "I guess I gotta keep stepping up my game, huh?"

"I don't see how that would be possible," she breathed as her chest heaved up and down. She looked over at Steve. "I want to return the favor, but I need a moment to catch my breath."

"It's fine," replied Steve as he held onto her. "You don't have to–"

"I want to, Steve. Just give me a minute and I'll regain my energy."

She inhaled and exhaled deeply as her breathing began to return to normal. Steve suddenly got up out of the bed and Peggy watched him curiously as he started undoing his belt. He looked down at her and when she raised one eyebrow in confusion he shrugged and said, "I'm just trying to make things easier for you."

Peggy chuckled lightly and sat up, reaching up to undo the button and zipper of his trousers. She pulled them down to reveal the bulge that was forming beneath his blue cotton boxers and Peggy felt a rush of nervousness. She looked up at him.

"I don't know if…"

"You don't have to use your mouth," Steve assured her immediately. "Do whatever you feel comfortable with."

She relaxed and nodded as Steve climbed into bed next to her, lying flat on his back in only his boxer shorts. Peggy reached out and began to rub slow circles onto his growing bulge, making Steve start to squirm a little. She liked the feeling of being able to give pleasure to Steve with her hands, even if she didn't exactly know what she was doing. But she remembered what he had shown her earlier and she carefully pulled his shorts down, Steve's chest heaving, and gathered him up in her hand. A moan escaped Steve's throat as Peggy slid her hand up and down, going a little further down each time, until she was stroking him from tip to base.

She brought her other hand up to her mouth to gather a little saliva and then switched hands so it was easier to stroke him. Steve moaned a little more fervently and Peggy smiled as she knew he liked what she was doing. There was a power in being able to undo him with just simple touches and caresses to his body, and Peggy felt like it gave her the best power trip of her life.

She continued the rhythmic motion, slowly building up the tempo, as Steve's breathing became more labored.

"Is this good, Steve?" she whispered innocently, and he nodded heartily.

"You're so good at this, Peg," he exhaled as she increased the tempo a little, smiling to herself at the compliment of being able to please him like this with her actions.

When the tempo had gotten quite fast, Steve suddenly cried out and used his own hand to finish off his climax, catching himself before he made too much of a mess on her bed.

"You remembered everything I taught you," remarked Steve after Peggy brought him a towel to clean himself. "I'm impressed."

"I daresay I'm a good student," replied Peggy flirtatiously to which Steve raised his eyebrows. He got up to put his boxer shorts on, realizing he was stark naked while she was pulling her brassiere back on.

"I should keep some clean clothes in here," he thought aloud as he picked up his clothes.

"Yes…or you could move all your clothes in here?" suggested Peggy gently, and Steve looked over at her.

"All my clothes? Permanently?"

"I don't see why not," shrugged Peggy. "You've been sleeping with me every night…and like you just said, you should keep some clean clothes in here if we're going to…"

She trailed off but Steve caught her drift, smiling. "I'll move my things over in the morning. You think you could shift around some of your things to make room for my clothes?"

Peggy pondered for a moment, grinning. "I'll see what I can do."