Kisses Light As Air
When Peggy found Nat asleep at her desk surrounded by files and take out food, she smiled knowingly. It could have been an 'aww, isn't that cute' kind of smile, but it wasn't. The blonde assassin was draped over the desk, her head turned to one side, her left cheek pressed into an elbow of her folded arms. She was not taking the world that Thanos had given them very well. That was putting it lightly. Natasha drove herself mercilessly, as if what Thanos had done, what he had taken, from her and from the world, was solely her cross to bear. The fierce, if sad, Black Widow was losing hope. It was hard to love someone who couldn't accept reality, but loving her was all Peggy could do. Captain Carter couldn't do anything to make this better. Peggy Carter was struggling to find a way.
Rounding the desk, Peggy used a large finger to lightly pull the splayed fan of blonde hair from Nat's face. Even asleep, Nat looked forlorn. Even so, Peggy loved the sight of her smooth cheeks and the curve of her chin. But it was the fullness of her lips got her motor running. Though now closed, her lover's green eyes were an ocean of pain, but also a gateway to vulnerability. Peggy leaned over the desk, the pull strings of her Navy blue hoodie touching Nat's cheek before her lips could kiss the warm flesh. It was a soft kiss, her lips pressing gently, but not hard enough to wake the sleeping workhorse. Lifting her head, her glasses slipped down her nose. She caught them before they fell on Natasha's face, but the jerking motion, caused her to stir.
"Rhodey...hasn't checked in..." Natashed murmured, lifting her head only enough to turn it to the other side. Peggy rounded the table and, from behind the chair Nat was sitting in, leaned over and encircled her girl's folded arms, pulled her body gently back into the chair. The loss of equilibrium, caused the former assassin to start.
"Shhhh..." Peggy whisper in her, kissing the lobe ever so softly. "Shhh...You are just fine. Close your eyes."
"What are you doing?" Natasha said, sleepily, reaching up and touching Peggy's strong left arm. She let her fingers glide over the cotton fabric of the sweartshirt until it fell back into her lap.
"I'm taking you to bed," Peggy said, as if to a drowsy child.
"Are you coming, too?" Natasha asked, her eyes fluttering open and meeting Peggy's.
Peggy spun the chair around and went down to her knees. "I'll be along in a while, but getting you comfortable is my first priority."
Natasha scooted forward in the chair and cupped Peggy's face with her calloused hands. "I don't know what I would do without you."
Peggy eyes glistened with emotion. "You are a survivor. We are survivors."
Natasha's lips were on hers with a soft pressure, but not satisfied to simply smooch. Peggy opened her mouth to Nat's eagerness, allowing their tongues to meet and the fullness of their lips to mash together. Peggy could feel the heat rising inside her and did not want to give in to it in this moment. Breaking the kiss and seeing the disappointment in Nat's eyes, she stood.
"There is time enough for that later, Little Girl," Peggy breathed, playfully. Nat's hand was caressing her muscled thigh, inching ever upward. She was relentless. However, Peggy would not be deterred. Her girlfriend was going to get a good nights sleep even if she did end up staying just to watch over her.
Bending over the chair, Peggy scooped Nat out of it and held her in her arms like she might be taking a bride across the threshold of a new home.
"Who are you calling 'little'?" Nat asked, continuing to press Peggy's buttons by palming a breast through her hoodie. Palming and letting her finger nails doodle over her nipple.
Peggy inhaled deeply and her eyes narrowed seductively as she leaned in to kiss Natasha hungrily. The blonde woman responded in kind meeting her lover's passion. Lips crushed and teeth collided as abandon consumed the two women. Natasha continued to fondle her breasts as Peggy held her in her arms not wanting to break the kiss that was extending longer than either expected. Even as their oxygen dwindled, neither one was willing to break the lip lock. Finally, Peggy relented and broke the kiss, breathlessly.
"I didn't see that coming," Nat said, lazily dropping her head back over Peggy's arm, exposing her throat.
"Which part?" Peggy asked, bring her mouth down and opening her mouth over the exposed skin. She sucked longingly, feeling the hardness of Nat's esophagus. Easing the pressure, she flicked her tongue over the skin. Nat moaned at the sensation as Peggy smiled inwardly.
"With lungs like these." Nat said, now tracing her fingernail over the outside curvature of Peggy's right breast. "You should have kept kissing me."
"We can test that theory soon enough," Peggy said, trying awkwardly to twist her boobs out of Nat's reach and kissing her neck again.
"Open my shirt," Natasha commanded.
Peggy drew her mouth away from Peggy's throat. Nat moaned again, this time in disappointment a the loss of touch. Peggy knew that if this continued it would go all the way and would steal time from Nat getting the rest she needed. Raising her elbow, she brought Nat's puffed up lips and green, sizzling eyes to hers.
"Who's the Captain, here?" Peggy shot back. "If I recall correctly, you are nothing but a buck private."
"'Bout to get buck naked, if that's what you mean," Natasha replied, dreamily, passion and exhaustion getting the better of her. She sounded drunk.
"That's fine by me," Peggy replied, matter of fact. "I prefer when you sleep naked. Sleep being the operative word."
"Let me get this straight," Natasha, breathed. "You're stopping. You're saying no to...this?"
Natasha brought her hands up to the buttons on her flannel shirt and ripped it apart, exposing her breast, covered by a low cut, tight fitting, white bra.
"Damn it, Nat! You are really making this hard for me."
Raising a finger, Nat said: "Nipples are hard. Affirmative."
Peggy frowned, but could do nothing to close the shirt. "Close your shirt."
"No," Nat replied, defiantly.
Peggy huffed, frustrated, but resolved to her girl to bed, whether she wanted to go or not. With Nat already in her arms, she tightedn her grip as she weaved her way through the command center and toward her girlfriend's room. The Widow protested, but not noisily. She kicked her feet, weakly, and tried to pull up the bottom of Peggy's sweatshirt up to, either tickle her or stick her hand down her pants. Reaching Nat's room in short order and, thankfully, not meeting anyone along the way, Peggy, laid the squirming blonde on her bed.
"Are you going to make me do this myself?" Natasha pouted from the bed, her black clad legs hanging open, inviting Peggy to stay and play.
Peggy folded her arms, intent on resisting her lover's wiles. "Guess so. But before you do, hear me out. I want you to rest, Nat. Really rest. I would be over the moon if you slept all day long tomorrow. I would sit her and watch you, make sure nothing disturbed you. I can see how you are unhappy and I just want to love you. I want you relax. I want you to know that you don't have to be the one to solve the problems of the universe on your own."
Natasha lowered her head, looking her ripped open shirt. "You liked this shirt, didn't you?"
"Yeah," Peggy agreed. "It looks bloody amazing on you."
"I can still wear it on...special occasions," Nat said through a yawn. "Maybe I'll sleep in it tonight."
"I'd like that," Peggy said, smiling at Nat's change in demeanor. There would be enough time to play another day.
Natasha sat at the edge of the bed and removed her pants and unhooked her bra beneath the flannel, and pulled it away. Her blue panties matched Peggy's hoodie. The taller woman could not help but linger on her lover's lithe, toned legs. Much more sexy than her own tree trunk thighs, though Nat might disagree.
"Tuck me in?" Natasha asked, as she threw back the covers, rolled into her spot, and pulled them back over. The sheets and light blanket were folded back to Nat's breast line as Peggy came and knelt at the bedside.
"You know it," Peggy replied, wistfully.
"Will you kiss me?" Natasha asked, innocently.
"I will kiss you like the butterflies, if that is okay?" Peggy offered.
"That would be nice," Nat replied.
"Close your eyes, Nat. Just breath deep and feel how much you are loved."
"I love you, Peggy," Nat said, finally, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply.
Peggy started with a peck on Nat's nose, which caused her to scrunch it a little and smile. Peggy continue with soft kisses on the side of her nose across her cheek to her ear and up to her temple. The pecks were so soft, so light. Peggy's breath breath was warm and low. Emotion rose in Peggy as her lips pressed ever so lightly in a line across Nat's forehead. Returning to her knees at the bedside, she dotted kisses along Nat's jaw line and down to the apex of her chin. She rose over the chin and peppered tiny kisses across Nat's lower lip. Finally, she brought her butterfly kisses to her lover's lips. There, she let her kisses linger a couple of beats longer before resting back on her haunches. She smiled, contentedly, closing her eyes and offering a prayer of thanks to God. She could hear Natasha's breathing, long and slow. She would wait here, as she said she would. Perhaps, even lean against the head board and watch her lover sleep. It would be more than enough to satisfy her.