The Ordinary Days

A/N: We all love to see our favorite couple share some sexy moments together…so that's most of what this chapter is. XD Warnings below will contain minor spoilers so skip them if you'd like but just know there is a lot of sexual content in this chapter. And all I'll say about the next chapter is I hope you're enjoying Steve and Peggy being happy together because that's definitely not what the next chapter will entail...

WARNINGS: Explicit sexual content including oral sex, hand jobs, and penetrative sex.

Chapter Twelve

With no other company expected to interrupt them for the next several days, Steve and Peggy took every opportunity they could to use their hands (and occasionally Steve's mouth) to explore each other's bodies. Steve moving his things into Peggy's room meant that their mornings started off with whomever woke up first softly kissing or touching the other one until they sleepily stirred, letting their hands wander over every crease and crevice until they reached the fruition of their exploits.

The afternoons were less exciting, though, as Steve had work to attend to in the fields and Peggy had things to clean or meals to prepare at home. But all day long, both of them looked forward to the best part of the day which was after supper when the couple would retreat upstairs to Peggy's – that is, their room, as they both had to keep reminding themselves – to see if they could up their game from last time. It almost became a kind of competition: Steve finding new places to kiss and touch her to see what drove her crazy the most and Peggy playing around with how hard and fast she could stroke Steve to bring him off.

It was on one particularly passionate evening that Peggy decided to be daring and try something new on Steve. She was determined to bring him to orgasm first, flipping the script on what they normally did as Steve was usually the one to pleasure her initially, just to see what his reaction would be.

He was laying on his back gloriously naked as Peggy was glued to his side, reaching down to stroke him but keeping her pace deliberately slow, teasing him. His chest was heaving arduously as she let the tempo of her strokes get slower and slower until she was moving at a snail's pace. Steve looked over at her curiously, sweat beading his forehead, and she smirked at him mischievously.

"I'm sorry, but my hand seems to be feeling tired," she declared facetiously.

"O-oh," stammered Steve, not noticing yet that she was putting on an act. "That's okay, Peggy, you can stop if you need to."

Suddenly she slipped her body further down the bed and positioned herself between Steve's splayed legs, looking up at him with batting eyelashes, and pressed a featherlight kiss to the tip of his erection. He gasped in surprise and felt a burst of electricity ignite his abdomen at the feel of his lips on him.

"Are you…" Steve moaned and tossed his head back, unable to help himself. "Are you sure you're ready for this, Peg?"

She paused for a moment to ask brusquely, "Would I be doing this right now if I wasn't?"

Steve opened his mouth to reply but she sank her lips down onto him and he could do nothing except exhale loudly. Peggy was a little shocked to learn that it was not easy to get the full length of him in her mouth, but she did the best she could, instinctively knowing to be mindful of her teeth.

She let herself go down as far as she dare go, not wanting to gag, but pushing herself a little to see how much of him would fit in her mouth. At one point she hollowed out her cheeks to apply more pleasure and Steve exclaimed as he played with her hair.

"Oh, Peggy, that's…oh," he spluttered, barely able to form a coherent thought. The feeling of her mouth on him was pure heaven and he wondered why he would ever want to do anything else in life other than be pleasured by his wife. He was at first a little worried that he would be too much for her mouth, but she seemed to be doing fine which quietly impressed him.

When she brought up a hand to help stroke him while she sucked him off, Steve had to bite his knuckle to avoid crying out. He felt he was getting closer to a climax and part of him wanted her mouth to stay there, but he also did not want to startle her without proper warning.

"Hold on, Peg, I'm gonna–"

She removed her mouth from him and was about to let him do what he normally did when he climaxed, but feeling emboldened, she reached out a hand to give a few last strokes as Steve cried out. The warm liquid spurted out into her fist and she was surprised by just how much there was. Steve was panting as he looked at her with wide eyes.

"You…you…" he breathed. He laid his head back on the pillow under him. "I swear to God, you're going to be the death of me, Peggy Rogers."

Peggy chuckled as she got up to clean her hand.

"Good, I'd hate to be predictable," she called out from the bathroom, making Steve laugh.

She padded back into the room and climbed into bed next to him, wrapping her arm around his torso and resting her head on his shoulder.

"I don't…" stammered Steve, still breathing hard as he stroked her hair. "I don't know how I'm going to be able to control myself if we go further than using our hands and mouths."

Peggy's cheeks turned a little pink at the thought. "Are you still worried you'll hurt me? Because I trust you, Steve."

Steve kissed the top of her forehead tenderly. "I know you trust me. I just…I don't know if I trust myself. And with you being pregnant, I just don't want to take any chances."

Peggy sighed, but understood his reasoning. She didn't know what she would do if she accidentally hurt Steve somehow (although she knew the likelihood of this happening was next to impossible), so she didn't question his reservations. But she knew when the time was right, going all the way with Steve would be incredibly glorious and the thought sent a pleasurable shiver down her spine.


Benny was barking and running up and down the yard happily as Peggy was outside playing fetch with him. She giggled as she watched him jump in the air to catch the tennis ball she threw as far as she could. Bending down to pick up the ball from the ground, Peggy suddenly felt a twinge in her back and cursed the baby inside her for affecting her body in such extreme ways. She looked down and absentmindedly put a hand to her stomach, wondering if she could see a tiny bump starting to form or if she was just imagining it.

She sighed. Once her belly starts to show, she won't be able to keep the secret from anyone and then her focus would be making sure no one questioned the timeline of her progression.

Suddenly Benny bounded off away from the house as a car came up the dirt path, pulling up to the side of the barn. Peggy shaded her eyes with her hand and wondered whether it was the Starks or the Jarvises. But then she gasped in shock when she saw her mother and sister get out of the car.

Peggy rushed over to them and hugged her sister first.

"Sharon! Oh, and Mother!" she exclaimed as she pulled away from her sister. "What are you both doing here?"

Mrs. Carter kissed her hastily on the cheek. "We hadn't received any letters from you in a couple of weeks and we got worried. What other choice did we have but to drive down here?"

"Plus, I wanted to see the farm," interjected Sharon, and Peggy smiled at her.

"Of course I'd be happy to give you a tour," said Peggy as she led them up toward the house. "Steve's in the barn with the animals but he should be in shortly."

"You have animals?" exclaimed Sharon happily.

"Yes, some cows, chickens, and a horse. Oh, and Benny," she added as she motioned toward the brown mutt that was currently trying to jump up on Sharon. Sharon giggled as she scratched under his chin but Mrs. Carter looked less delighted.

"You've turned into quite the Pollyanna," she quipped coolly. Peggy narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Well, we do what we must to get by, Mother," she snapped back, which silenced Mrs. Carter.

Peggy proceeded to show them the house and yard, pointing out the barn with the animals that Sharon wanted to go see, but Mrs. Carter insisted they weren't wearing the proper shoes for such an excursion. Peggy imperceptibly rolled her eyes but continued on, pointing out the beet fields while explaining a bit of what she learned about farming and seasonal crop rotation.

She knew her mother well enough to know she disapproved, and even though she was a married woman now and shouldn't care about such things, Peggy couldn't help but feel the sting of sadness that she did not have her mother's approval.

A little while later, the women were in the kitchen preparing lunch when Steve came in, freezing for a moment in surprise.

"Steve, you remember my mother and my sister, Sharon," she stated as Steve came over to greet them.

"Of course," he said warmly. "What a nice surprise! To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"I wanted to see the farm," butted in Sharon quickly as Mrs. Carter was opening her mouth to say something. Peggy caught her sister's eye and gave an expression of gratitude, both of them knowing their mother could sometimes say things that came across as insulting, especially to someone she deemed as lower than her.

"Have you seen the cows yet, Sharon?" Steve asked. "Perhaps I could show you after lunch?"

"Would that alright, Mother?" asked the teenager excitedly, and Mrs. Carter threw up her hands in defeat.

"I suppose, but if you get your shoes dirty, I'm not buying you new ones," she told her daughter, who scoffed.

"Like I care about that," Sharon muttered under her breath, and Peggy shot her a look of admonishment.

The four of them kept the conversation light and casual as they ate lunch, mainly talking about the goings-on that Peggy was missing out in Denver. As she listened to her mother describe the family friends who had gotten married and the parties they had been invited to, it suddenly occurred to Peggy that she simply didn't care. Even though she had been in that lifestyle merely a few months ago, Peggy felt that so much of her life had changed now that Steve was in her life. Before Steve, she had always envisioned a marriage to a man who swept her off her feet and whisked her away to see the world. But now, she found that there was a warm comfort in a good home with a man who helped her embrace the stillness in life. A life full of the ordinary with the person she loved could be just as fulfilling as a life full of adventure.

When the meal was over, Mrs. Carter went to go wash some dishes and Sharon turned to Peggy, asking, "Can I come stay with you two some time? Please?"

Peggy and Steve glanced at each other briefly, and Peggy replied, "I don't think that would be a good idea, darling."

"Aw, why not? You have a spare bedroom, don't you?"

"It's just…not a good time right now," said Steve gently, and Peggy nodded.

Sharon narrowed her eyes, looking suspiciously at her sister. "What's going on?"

"What do you mean, 'what's going on?'"

"You're acting weird! I would've thought you would want your only sister to come stay with you," she added in a huff.

"Oh, very well, if you must know…we're expecting a baby," revealed Peggy, realizing she did not have much time left to keep it a secret. She glanced at Steve who raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Sharon gasped as Peggy noticed her mother had turned around to look at her, eyes sharp.

"Oh, how wonderful for you!" cried Sharon as she leapt up and hugged Peggy. "Golly, and so soon–"

"Alright, Sharon, that's enough," chided Peggy as she patted Sharon's head affectionately. "You'll have to wait to stay with us 'till next year as I'm due in January."

She knew she was lying about the due date, but saying the baby was due in December might tip Sharon off about how soon indeed it was.

"Isn't it marvelous, Mother?" Sharon asked, turning to beam at her.

"Yes, quite marvelous," she replied evenly with an unreadable expression. "Now weren't you about to go out to see the animals with Steve?"

"Oh, yes!"

Sharon took Steve's arm affectionately as he led her out to the barn, closing the front door behind them and leaving Peggy and her mother alone. They were silent for several moments until Mrs. Carter finally said, "So it's confirmed, then? You really are pregnant?"

Peggy sighed and sat down at the kitchen table; her mother followed suit. "Yes, and I'm actually due in December, but we'll have to tell everyone it's early when it comes."

Mrs. Carter nodded slowly. "And Steve doesn't know who its true father is?"

"Um…" She shifted nervously in her seat and swallowed. "I…Well, I did tell him that I was pregnant, before we had a chance to…"

"Before you consummated the marriage?"

Peggy gave a quick nod, looking anywhere but her mother's face.

"And how did he react?"

"Well…if you must know, Mother, he said he didn't mind and he'll raise the baby as his own." She looked up into her mother's eyes. "He already refers to it as 'our baby' and doesn't have any reservations about it. He wants the baby to be a part of his life just as much as I am."

Mrs. Carter clicked her tongue impatiently. "Margaret, you still have so much to learn about being an adult. You do realize he's saying all those things you want to hear before the baby has arrived, right? Once the baby comes, everything will change. Men barely want to father their own children, let alone a bastard."

Peggy fought off tears as she said through clenched teeth, "Steve isn't like that, he wouldn't lie to me–"

"Oh, Margaret," her mother laughed derisively, "how naive you sound! Listen to me–"

"No, Mother, you listen to me," spat Peggy as she stood up and looked down at her, "I am sorry that you have so little faith in men because Father isn't good to you, or you never loved him, or whatever the hell your hangup with men is. But I know Steve, and I know he's a better man than ten of the best men in Denver put together. He's a man of honor and integrity, and if he says he's going to accept the child as his own, then he's going to do it, no questions asked. I only wish I had never listened to your advice of not telling him about the baby in the first place because that would have saved us a lot of grief and heartache over the last two months."

She finished her speech breathing heavily, not knowing what had gotten into her, but feeling a bit lighter having told her mother off. Mrs. Carter looked at her with a disgusted expression on her face, but then it subtly softened.

"I can only deduce that your pregnancy hormones are causing you to forget how to control your emotions," she said coolly, "so I won't hold what you just said against you. But mark my words, Margaret: Steve will change his mind. I know men, and I'm sure Steve is a good one, but you forget that he's human. It would be different if you were in a loving relationship as husband and wife–"

"He does love me."

Peggy wasn't sure exactly why she had said it, because she herself didn't fully believe it. But in the brief moment when she thought about Steve's admission of having feelings for her, the way he talked with her and laughed with her and showed his devotion to her emotionally and physically, it simply made sense to Peggy that he was in love with her. Even though he never said it, Peggy could feel it in his eyes every time he looked at her.

"And how do you know?" inquired Mrs. Carter sharply.

"I just know," Peggy admitted weakly. "I can't explain it, but I can feel that he loves me."

Mrs. Carter paused, thinking about her words carefully. "Do you love him back?"

Peggy glanced away as the question hung in the air. She certainly felt affection for him…attraction toward him…and she couldn't have gotten luckier with marrying a stranger by ending up with a truly honorable man like Steve. But has her feelings for him evolved into love?

"I…I don't know."

Mrs. Carter sighed. "My dear…I want you to think very carefully about your feelings for him, and his for you. I know you're married, but the circumstances of this marriage mean that love might not be in the cards for you two. It would be wise to try to get along as friends, but don't expect to live happily ever after. This is real life. Don't read into everything he does as love for you just because that's what you want."

Peggy sank back down into her chair. She thought back over the last few weeks…of Steve driving her to the hospital and telling her he was afraid something had happened to her; of the intimate mornings and nights they had shared since they had given into their desires; of the meals and laughter they'd shared…Had it all been merely a façade? Was her mother right and had she mistaken these memories for affectionate moments between two people who were legally bound together as the result of dire circumstances?

But when Steve had said he had feelings for her…had he ever used the word 'love'? People have crushes throughout their lives that come and go and perhaps this is what Steve felt toward her. In several years when the newness of marriage and sex wore off, would Steve still have these same feelings for her?

The two women sat in silence for a long time until Sharon and Steve returned in high spirits having just helped Daniel feed the cows. Mrs. Carter claimed she had a headache and wanted to get home before it got dark, so she hastily said her goodbyes to Peggy and Steve, wishing them well. Sharon hugged the two of them and then begrudgingly followed her mother back to the car. Peggy waved at them from the porch until the car was all the way down the road and out of sight.

Steve came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. "Did you have a good time with your mother?"

Peggy scoffed. "I don't think my mother knows the definition of the phrase 'a good time.'"

He kissed the top of her head. "I'm going to help Daniel finish feeding the animals. I'll see you at suppertime?"

"Sure."

He gently spun her around to give her a quick kiss on the lips. He looked down at her and frowned slightly. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, yes, of course," she lied, shaking her head as if to clear something away. "I'm just a bit tired."

Steve glanced down at her stomach. "Make sure you get plenty of rest, alright? I can make dinner if you want me to."

"No, that's alright. I'll see you later, Steve."

She undid herself from his arms and went into the house, waiting for a moment to see if he was going to press the issue and follow her inside, but he didn't. She walked over to the dining table and plopped down in one of the chairs, exhaling audibly.

Her mother's words kept repeating over and over again in her mind as she kneaded her forehead with her hand. Was she being a fool? Did Steve saying "I have feelings for you" mean that he was envisioning a happy, loving marriage with her until the end of time, or was it merely a crush? He certainly acted affectionate toward her, as he did on the porch just now. But were those from feelings of true love, or merely lust?

Peggy remembered how Steve had told her about the super-soldier serum and the apprehension he had about his sexuality and fertility. Had he made that up because he did not actually want to get fully intimate with her? Is that why he kept ensuring they never went beyond using their hands and mouths – to keep some distance from her?

But then she thought about their tender moments in bed and could not picture Steve treating her with such passion and desire if there wasn't something real there…The way he paid such careful attention to her without a thought to himself made Peggy believe he was acting out of a true devotion to her, not simply lust. But how could she know for sure?

There was a jolt like a lightning bolt in Peggy's stomach when she thought of the answer:

We need to go all the way tonight.


Hours later, Steve trudged into the house expecting to sit down and have a simple dinner with Peggy. So he was taken aback when he was barely crossing the threshold of the front door and Peggy jumped on him, enveloping his lips with hers desperately. He caught her and his back pushed against the closed door as he indulged her and returned the kiss fervently.

Their passion mounted and Steve forced himself to pull away, looking down at her.

"No dinner?" he grinned as she gazed up at him with sultry eyes.

"I'm not hungry for food," she panted, and then pulled him back in for another frenzied kiss. Steve settled his hands on her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in tightly. He could feel her tongue exploring his closed lips and so he parted them, letting her dive in. His tongue reached hers as they danced together furiously.

She reached a leg up to wrap it around Steve's and he caught her thigh. He squeezed it and she lifted herself up to wrap her other leg around his waist, allowing him to carry her. He stumbled over to the dining table and set her on top of it as she swiftly began undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"Here?" asked Steve with raised eyebrows while he looked down at her sitting on the table.

"Anywhere," she replied breathlessly as she undid his last button. His shirt fell to the wayside as he hiked up the skirt of her dress, revealing her delicious stockinged legs, and she helped him pull the dress all the way off herself. She dived back into Steve's lips and crashed into them, reaching behind her to unhook her cream-colored brassiere and letting it fall onto the floor.

Steve pulled away from her and looked down, drinking in the sight of her unclothed torso, then kissed the top of her chest. Peggy leaned back on her elbows and puffed her chest out, giving him plenty of access to kiss her breasts. He eagerly obliged and pressed hot kisses all over the soft flesh, using his hand to make sure the breast that his lips weren't currently on did not go neglected.

Pleasure rippling through her, Peggy grasped Steve's hair and pushed his head downward. He took the hint and trailed his lips down her stomach, lingering on her belly button for a moment to play with it with his tongue, and then got to her underwear. He hooked the edges and slid the cotton fabric down over her legs sensually. As soon as they were off, he dived in, lapping her up with his mouth and tongue. Peggy groaned desperately as she tangled her shaking fingers in his soft hair, bucking her hips up slightly to give him all the access he needed.

This time it felt so untamed, so feral that for a moment she considered abandoning her plan and letting him use his mouth to make her climax. But her desperate need for him – all of him – won over and she sat up on her elbows as she pulled herself away from him a little to stop him from getting her off. Steve straightened up and Peggy sat up to undo his belt and trousers, letting them fall to the floor in a pool of dark cloth around his ankles. He was already incredibly hard and a shiver ran through her as she wondered how that was going to feel inside her instead of his tongue. But she pushed away the trepidation and gathered him up in her hand, Steve moaning as she stroked him carefully.

After a few strokes, she let him go and laid herself back down onto the table, sliding her hips down to the edge and spreading her legs. Steve gasped as his tip made contact with the hot flesh between her legs and he grasped onto her hips.

"Peggy – are you sure –?"

"I want you – I need you, Steve," she breathed as she pushed herself down even farther until he was positioned right at her entrance. "You won't hurt me. I promise."

Steve groaned as she circled her hips a little bit and he looked down at her, unsure for a moment.

"Make love to me," she breathed, and he knew there was something different about tonight – something needy and passionate and wild – so he shook away his hesitations.

He looked her straight in the eye as he slowly, carefully, pushed his tip inside her.

The feeling was honestly quite foreign to Peggy – not painful, exactly, but odd enough that she felt herself tense a little in anticipation. But there was also something so pleasurable about feeling the pressure of him so she let him go a little further in and she moaned.

Steve dug his hands into her hips as he dared to venture further, using every ounce of his self-control to go slow because he knew this was her first time being with a man (not counting the time she was barely conscious enough to know what was going on) so she needed to get used to the feeling. He stopped when he was about halfway in, letting her have a moment to relax, and he never broke eye contact with her as she took deep breaths.

"Are you alright?" Steve asked softly, and she nodded.

"Please," she breathed, and Steve knew by the desire in her eyes she wasn't in any pain.

Just when she thought he couldn't go any further he did, and she gasped lightly at the way he stretched her to the limit. He pulled out as slowly as he dared and then pushed himself back in, starting to build a gradual rhythm. He leaned down to hover over her, framing the sides of her body with his hands as they gazed intently in each other's eyes.

He built up the tempo a bit more and she let him, tossing her head back at the way he just seemed to know how to drive her crazy. Every time he pushed into her he went a little further and further in, waiting for any indication that she needed him to stop, but he bottomed out before receiving any such signals from her. An animalistic grunt escaped her as she dug her nails into his shoulder blades, wondering if it was possible to die from pleasure, and not caring if she did.

"God, Peggy, you're so amazing…so beautiful…" spluttered Steve as he couldn't stop himself from building up a faster rhythm. He let go of her hips to reach up and palm her breasts, squeezing a little as she moaned. She wrapped her legs around his torso and the pleasure was building so hard and so fast that he suddenly abandoned all sense of control and pounded into her, feeling himself starting to reach the peak of their passion.

"Oh, Steve, yes!" she cried out in pleasure as she squeezed her legs, letting him go in further than she thought was humanly possible and loving every second of it. The climax in her lower belly built up more and more until it reached her hard and fast. Pleasure rippled through her as she was a spluttering mess while Steve continued to thrust deeply into her.

The sight of her coming undone while he was still inside her sent him over the edge so he felt himself burst as he cried out, "Oh, Peggy, I love you! I love you so much!"

She moaned ferally as she felt a rush of something within her and he gave her one or two more thrusts before collapsing, pressing his forehead into her chest and breathing hard. He remained there for a moment while he composed himself until he raised his head to look at her.

"Are you alright?"

Peggy grinned as she rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Really, Steve, if you have to ask that question…"

He chuckled. "I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't ask."

He pulled out of her carefully and Peggy gasped lightly, forgetting for a moment that he had still been inside her. Steve padded to the kitchen and grabbed a tea towel to clean himself off with. He grabbed a second one for Peggy and she took it.

"Hopefully I'll be able to walk after this. I'm joking!" she added when Steve looked at her in alarm.

She was sitting up on the edge of the table putting her brassiere back on when Steve stood in front of her, gently placing his hands on the sides of her arms.

"Peggy, I…" he swallowed, looking at her apprehensively. "What I said, when I…"

Peggy remembered. He had said he loved her right when he climaxed and she was so lost in the throes of passion that she hadn't responded to it. But the fact was that he said it, and he had been in the throes of passion, too. Peggy sighed.

"Steve," she said gently, looking up at him. "I heard what you said. I only wish…I wish you had picked a better moment to tell me something like that."

Steve looked sheepishly at the ground. "I know, and you're right. I got caught up in the passion…but you deserve better than that."

He steadied himself for a moment, looked her straight in the eyes, and opened his mouth to say something but Peggy stopped him.

"I don't want you to say it now! Wait until we both haven't just had amazing sex, and I'll believe you actually mean it and not just because I'm good at pleasuring you."

Steve took a moment to consider this, and nodded, kissing her on the forehead. "You're right. You deserve me saying it with my full faculties, even though you're so gorgeous right now I can hardly stand it."

Peggy's lips burst into a smile and she kissed him back on the cheek. "You're only saying that because I'm naked."

"So? Are you complaining?"

He bent down to kiss her on the neck and she groaned softly, leaning into his lips. She avoided the question as Steve's hands stroked her arms sensually up and down while he kissed her. Peggy trailed her hands down Steve's hard torso all the way to the bottom, surprised at what she found there.

"Already?"

Steve's cheeks reddened. "Well…I suppose this might be one of the 'side effects' from the super soldier serum. They don't all have to be bad, you know."

Peggy grinned as she silently thanked whomever developed the serum to give Steve enhanced stamina, knowing she was going to be in for a long but glorious night.