Captain America: The Timeless Love
Chapter 3 The First Dance
Steve fiddled with the edge of the cuffs of his tux. He watched the street lamps wiz by, the night life was waking as they drove through the busy city. He kept Peggy in his peripheral vision in the seat next to him. It was odd that he was feeling nervous.
He glanced over at Peggy one more time. She was wearing a gorgeous evening dress. A lovely maroon dress that clung tight around her torso but feathered out around her hips. The sleeves barely held on to her shoulders, it revealed her entire collarbone and her tightly pressed line of cleavage. A simple emerald gem hung from her neck, it kissed the top of her sternum. Mr. Jarvis had mentioned that Ana had picked out Peggy's attire for tonight, Steve was mighty impressed with her choices.
He had been staring at Peggy all throughout supper. The knot in his stomach only grew the more they consumed. The dinner conversations with Ana and Edmund did put him at ease. They were a delightful couple. He was almost irritated with Howard for not introducing them to him sooner. He listened as Mr. Jarvis and Peggy held the attention of everyone as they told some of their stories together. It seemed Edmund and Peggy were a fantastic duo together, getting into all sorts of trouble with the former SSR. But once dessert had finished, Steve offered his hand to Peggy to escort her to the car. Mr. Jarvis was already out front with one of Mr. Stark's finest vehicles. The two didn't say a word as they drove off. The faint tunes of the radio echoed.
"Are you still mad at me?" Steve asked, finally breaking the silence.
Peggy stared at him, her beauty casted in the darkness of nightfall. "No," She smiled, "I kept with my promise and you kept to yours. You're finally taking me out on that date you promised me 5 years ago. It's a little silly, but I'm starting to feel like that young girl back during the war."
"I'm a little nervous." Steve admitted.
"About what? About dancing? Don't worry, I can teach you."
"I actually took a class to learn how to dance, but that was a few years ago….back in the future." Gosh that still sounds weird to say out loud. "I was never any good."
"Why is that? Bad instructor?"
"My partner most of the time was this little old lady, she was 86 years old. I couldn't keep up with her, she had been dancing since she was 5. She'd dance me out every session."
Peggy laughed, "You poor thing."
Mr. Jarvis spoke up, "Arriving at the Stork Club, 8 o'clock sharp."
The vehicle came to a slow stop as they pulled in front of their destination, The Stork Club. Mr. Jarvis, in an excited haste, exited from the driver side and scurried over to Steve's passenger side door and opened it. Offering his hand, Steve escorted Peggy out and the two of them stood on the curb, a nervous couple on their first date together.
"I shall meet you two back here at 11 o'clock?" Mr. Jarvis asked.
"Actually 10:30 sounds more ideal. I wouldn't want to keep the Director out for too long when she has work the next day." Steve winked at Mr. Jarvis.
Peggy raised an eyebrow.
The two entered into the Stork Club and were greeted with the poppy playing of a Clarinet accompanied by a big band. The club was filled with hundreds of people, all clattered around tables, occupying the dance floor, giggling at the bar. It was hopping place for a Friday night.
Peggy pulled on his arm, "C'mon, show me what that old lady taught you." And the two were off to the dance floor. They picked a spot in the dense crowd of people, all wiggling and bursting with energy from the intense big band led by a single male Clarinet player. Peggy took Steve's hand and placed her other hand on his shoulder. Steve took it from there, his posture straightened up, he placed his hand on the small of her back and away he went. He spun them around and glided them around the floor in a simple 2 step. Peggy smiled as Steve's confidence grew and he began taking their dance into more advanced territory. Peggy followed as he jived, he spun her in circles, held her closer with each dip, and not once did he step on her toes. Peggy was a little sad that she didn't get to teach him anything, it seemed his old dancing partner trained him well.
As the song came to an end, Steve slowed down and returned Peggy to his chest. Once the song ended, the room roared with applause for the band. Peggy tapped Steve's shoulder and eyed the busy bar behind him.
"If you are gonna throw me around like that, I'll need a drink." Peggy commented as she took one of the last remaining barstools. There were no more empty seats around her, Steve stood comfortably behind her as she flagged down the bartender.
"I'm in the mood for some champagne, to formally celebrate your return." Peggy beamed at him.
"That sounds perfect."
The bar man brought them an uncorked champagne bottle on ice with two flute glasses. Peggy swiveled her chair around to face Steve, they clinked their glasses together and took a sip. The champagne was divine, crisp and bubbly with a hint of fruitiness. This bottle was definitely going to be finished before the end of the night.
Steve laughed to himself as he recalled a funny tale when he was half way thru his first glass, "When I was explaining the Avenger Team back at the hospital, do you remember Thor?"
"Yes, the god like hero from another dimension as you put it. I still have a hard time believing it since he's just an old fairytale."
"Well the fairytales about Thor are pretty true, including the drinking part. He once brought this liquor that was aged for 1,000 years. He gave me a shot of this stuff, and I believe for the first time since before my experiment, I felt a little drunk." He finished the rest of his glass.
Peggy stared at him baffled, "1,000 years? Well that sounds better than any 25 year old scotch. Perhaps we could invite him over sometime."
"Well all we need to go visit him is the Tesseract to open up a gateway to his dimension."
Peggy paused, "Do you think we could?"
Steve laughed.
"I'm joking, I'm joking." Peggy finished hers and poured another.
The two continued in giggly conversation. Despite the heavily crowded bar, it only encouraged them to get closer and speak more intimately. Steve's knees were leaning against her crossed legs as he stood before her seated frame. Her cheeks were growing flush the more she drank, or perhaps that could have been from the heat of the room.
"So I want to address something." Peggy cleared her throat. "What happened in the gym this afternoon was my fault. I was impulsive and rude. Things like that should be done behind a closed door."
Steve smiled, "Yes how very rude of you, it's a good thing Mr. Jarvis didn't catch on."
Peggy blushed and hid her face with one hand, "Oh god, that's the last thing I want Mr. Jarvis to see of me. Of us."
"I'm sure he sees plenty of that already from Howard."
"Exactly, but he sees you and I as…classy, respectable people with more of a humane understanding of social comfortability. It would be demoralizing if Mr. Jarvis would cast me on the same level of Howard's discreetness towards romanticism." She shook her head at the thought of it.
Steve bite the bottom of his lip, as if he was mustering up some courage, "Well please excuse me if this sounds too frank but," He placed his glass down on the bar behind her and got really close to Peggy's face, "I hope that what we did on the ring is something that can happen again, behind a closed door."
Peggy's lips crossed into a coy smile, "You mean sparring, you want to have sparring matches behind a closed door from now on."
They both giggled.
The band began a new song, another jiggy tune. The Clarinetist took center stage again. Peggy placed down her flute glass on the bar too.
"Well after sharing a bottle of champagne, I believe I'm refreshed enough for another dance Mr. Rogers." She stood from her chair and took Steve's hand.
The two made their way towards the dance floor, this time Steve pushed thru until they were in the center of the room. The two held each other and waited for Steve's lead. He spun them around and they danced in a similar fashion as before. But Peggy was giggling much more this time. Occasionally Peggy would stumble but Steve would be there to catch her. She was growing a little careless as the wine went to her head, and the spinning only stirred her up more. They danced until they started glistening with sweat. Both of their faces were beaming with elation. They felt like they were the only two people on that dance floor. They didn't know how long they were dancing for. 2 hours or 2 days, time felt like a fleeting meaningless concept.
Finally the Clarinetist went up to the mic and calmed down the applauding crowd, "Thank you so much folks. Always glad to return to this little shindig. Now we are gonna calm down the evening for a bit. Gents grab your gals and hold em close. Get real comfortable tonight folks." He conducted the band into a slow rhythm. Soft and warm with a piano, muted trumpets, a lone bass and a distant drum set. The Clarinetist came in with his romantic gentle tune.
Steve and Peggy breathed a sigh and relaxed. Peggy placed her hand on Steve's shoulder and he pulled her in very close. Their chests pressed together. Their eyes locked.
Steve took a deep breath, "So you're gonna get mad at me again."
"And why is that?" Peggy's eyes squinted with judgement.
"While I was waiting for your return at the Estate…"
"Oh is that what you call waiting? Fighting the butler?"
"While I was waiting for you, I was meeting Howard and a couple of SHIELD agents at his home office. We were digging thru some of Hydra's secret files…"
Peggy interrupted him again, "You are not a cleared member of SHIELD yet. Not til I get to sign off on your paperwork."
"Well fine then I guess you don't wanna hear where we're going tomorrow."
"We? Wait where are we going?"
"During your interrogation with Dr. Zola, you were able to get some information about his secret ongoing projects within Hydra. Howard and some of his men were able to track down his old office in NYC with a couple of files on his projects. And one in particular that he helped work on was Project Winter Solider. The file was pretty encrypted but we were able to get a location of the last known lab to house Bucky Barnes."
Peggy was bewildered, "Steve, that's incredible! So is that what we are doing tomorrow? A rescue mission?"
"We leave for Moscow first thing in the morning. I already contacted our old buddies the 107th Regiment."
Peggy was astonished, "You did all of that behind my back, you're right I am mad at you. You did all of that while I was running around like a mad man looking for you."
"Well I figured you could use a break from the office and get back in the field. Its where you shine the best."
"So it will be just like old times."
"Just like old times."
Peggy leaned her head against the side of Steve's cheek. Steve's hand travelled further up her back and he captured her closer to him.
They fell into the romantic music again. The clarinet sang thru their hearts and echoed thru their chests. Peggy could feel Steve's breath whistle against her temple.
"Steve," She whispered. "If we are going to be traveling with the old boys tomorrow, might I make a request that we spend tonight together. We might never get another moment like this for awhile, alone. With the option of a closed door." She bit her lip slightly.
"Are you suggesting we go back to the Estate to end the evening with a sparring match? That's very forward of you to ask." Steve smiled.
Peggy giggled and glanced briefly at her wrist watch, "We have only 15 minutes left before Mr. Jarvis comes back with the car."
"Well then I guess this is our last song of the night."
The clarinet played them out, blissfully carried them away. And then the song finally ended, the two headed for the door without another word. Mr. Jarvis was right there waiting for them with a content smile on his face.
As they headed back to the Estate, Peggy's heartrate began to accelerate. She grabbed for Steve's hand. He stared back at her.
"Mr. Jarvis." Peggy never broke eye contact with Steve. "For the next several minutes I implore that you do not turn your head or look in the rear view mirror." She didn't wait for a response, she grabbed for Steve's face and pulled him in for a hot kiss. She could feel his hand squeeze hers and the other cup the back of her head. The kiss made her feel dizzy, like being swallowed by a warm fog. Her mind became tunnel-visioned, and she focused on one thing. Steve's lips.
The familiar sound of the Estate's gravel driveway alerted them to depart. Peggy tried to muster up what little will power she had left to keep herself proper. Perhaps if she didn't drink most of that bottle of champagne herself, she would have more ability to focus.
The car door was opened by an eager Ana, "Good evening you two lovelies, how was the club?"
Peggy took a breath and headed for the Estate's doors, "Ah crowded."
"Who was playing tonight?"
Peggy really didn't want to do this small talk.
Steve answered for her, "Benny Goodman. It was a killer night, Peggy is a very good dancer. But unfortunately we have an early morning tomorrow so I'd think its best we turned in."
Ana leaned into Mr. Jarvis with a contented sigh.
Edmund said, "Right the mission to Moscow, I shall drive you two to the air hanger tomorrow morning. Goodnight Mr. Rogers, goodnight Ms. Carter."
They turned on their heels and headed for the lobby.
Ana tapped Edmund's chest, when she knew they were out of earshot, "I'm assuming I'm delivering breakfast to the same bedroom in the morning."
Mr. Jarvis nodded, "Well tomorrow will be an interesting morning. Try not to tease them too much, you know how bitter Ms. Carter is before her morning coffee."
Peggy fumbled with her keys. She couldn't tell if it was nerves or the buzziness of the champagne that made her hands fiddle with the tumbles. Finally she was able to unlock the bloody door.
"Sorry for the mess, its been awhile since I've cleaned up."
Upon entering, the best words to describe her living space was an office. There were files, boxes, papers, coffee mugs and pens on top of every surface.
"It's not healthy to bring your work home with you." Steve studied some of the papers.
"Unfortunately my office hasn't been constructed yet, so my living room is my office for now. Come into the bedroom, I have something I want to show you."
Steve swallowed hard. He loosened his collar a bit and took a deep breath. Peggy's bedroom was just how he pictured it would be, elegant but still cluttered much like her living room. She was over by her night stand retrieving a file, she handed it to him and gave him a pen.
"I was hoping to show you this after I'd run you thru a few tests and evaluations, but I guess I have to improvise with your surprise secret mission."
Steve skimmed thru the paper inside, it was an application for his entrance into SHIELD. It was already signed by her. He noted there were a few check boxes already filled in. Combat test and SHIELD training.
"This is incredible. Do I have to do an interview? Or any additional training?"
Peggy smirked, "Well I'm considering your hasty entrance with the Red Skull a combat test and the sparring match that we had to be your SHIELD training."
"You put as a side note here: 'Needs more training.' Which for, combat? I remember holding up pretty well against Schmidt."
Peggy moved forward and grabbed for Steve's hand that had the pen, "The combat is not what you need more training for." She implied with a soft tone, "If we wanna go on that mission tomorrow, this paperwork needs to be signed. I can't bring a non SHIELD agent on a SHIELD mission, even if he is Captain America."
Steve obeyed and found a hard surface to make his signature. He finished and handed them back to her. When he returned his eyes back on hers, they were very different. They were large and filled with a warm darkness that Steve had only seen once, back at the gym ring.
Politely, Steve moved towards her bedroom door and closed it. "You mentioned you wanted to do some 'sparring' again. Is that the kind of training you were talking about?" He gave a half laugh.
Peggy threw the file on her dresser and grabbed for Steve's face, she came at him with such force that she pushed him against the door. Her lips pressed firmly against his. Within that instance, the fire that had been burning since that afternoon was in a full on inferno. This time there would be no interruptions, no publicity, they were behind a closed door now.
Their arms held each other close, their hands were grabbing fistfuls of fabric and clasping edges of their bodies. Their lips became smudged with Peggy's dark ruby lipstick. Peggy's hands fiddled up Steve's chest and unclasped his tux's buttons. She soothed her hands inside to grab for his tie, she started loosening it up.
Feeling obligated, Steve's hands went on a treasure hunt along Peggy's back to find the zipper of her dress. He struggled to find it, the little sucker was tiny. After a few useless swipes to find it, she could feel Peggy tug on his tie and pull him away from the closed door.
She led him over to her bed. She stared deeply into his eyes as she bite her lip, Steve could see her mind at work thinking about removing more clothing. She kicked her heels off. She then turned around and pulled her hair up, revealing the key Steve had been looking for, that stupid zipper. With nibble fingers, Steve glided the zip down her back. It was the start of that little zipper that caused a fury of the rest of their clothes coming off. Cloth sliding off, the touch of bare skin, the increasing heat of their radiation, the heighten sense of feeling, and the catching of breath. As Steve tried to get his mind back into focus, he realized he was sitting on the edge of Peggy's bed in only his underwear. His tux laid scattered on the floor. Peggy straddled his hips and pressed in. Her lace bra tickled his chest. Her kisses were making him drift in and out of blissfulness, but he was becoming aware of just how far this was going. It was becoming painfully obvious.
"You know you're not suppose to bring a weapon to a sparring match right." Peggy whispered against his cheek. She grinded her hips against his groin much how they danced back at the gym ring.
Steve exhaled warmly, "You caught me."
She continued to tease with her hips. Steve's breath became heavier. His "weapon" that she pointed out was growing stiff. As she worked her hips, Peggy reached around her back and unclasped her bra. She stared down at Steve like an ant under a magnified glass. She loved to see his reaction as she turned up the heat and he began to squirm. His eyes were glued to her bare chest. He cupped both of her breasts in his hands and his hips responded back to hers.
"Ok, you are stabbing me and I have to confiscate this blade of yours." Peggy nibbled on his ear. She then moved off Steve and demanded for him to move up on her bed. Steve crawled back to her pillows. The evidence of his arousal was breaching his boxers. Peggy grabbed for the hem of her panties and slid them down, her eyes scanning Steve's body at his reaction. She crawled back on to the bed with him. Steve wasn't gonna lie, the look of darkness and hunger on her face was terrifying and exhilarating. She curled a finger under his boxers and revealed his secret weapon.
Suddenly Peggy's eyes went from lustful to shock as Steve's dick literally popped out from his underwear.
"I didn't know…." Peggy choked, "Wow." She held his large member with both hands, sizing up his girth and height. He was large, very large.
"Thank you, but you look a little intimidated."
Peggy shot a glare at him and rolled her hips over his dick, Steve clenched as he felt his staff being squeezed by Peggy's soft naked crotch. "Your size will just make it more fun to play with."
She grabbed for the base of his staff and angled it up to rub against the lips of her sex. With a slow decent back down with her hips, the two became connected. Steve could feel Peggy shaking, her face was giving her away. Her face of domination was replaced with shock again, a pleasant hissed escaped her lips. She froze in place.
"It's too much, isn't it?" Steve sassed her back.
Peggy raised a finger to his mouth, "Don't you say another word, and just fight me." She kissed him deeply. Obviously she wanted to drown out his cockiness that was starting to peak. She was on top, she should be the one in control. She gently rolled her hips as he was firmly lodged inside her, very slowly.
But Steve fought back, he lifted his hips up off the bed. Peggy jolted with a high pitched moan he had never heard before. She froze up again. He did another sudden thrust with his hips. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she screamed.
"That's a dirty trick." Her voice was shaky and higher pitched.
"You wanted me to fight back." Steve smirked and found a rhythm.
Peggy was forcibly being bounced, she tensed up and her breath caught in her throat. When she could breathe again, it came out in moans, "I did, but I wasn't ready this…" Steve could feel her clenching down on him, her body was trembling in his hands. Any sense of domination was taken away, Steve took the pace now. He grabbed Peggy's hips and forced them into his rhythm. She melted in his hands as she was exclaimed her enjoyment of each thrust.
Within a minute, Peggy seized up into an orgasmic fit. Her whole body tensed up, her voice exhaled this high squeal, her nails trailed down his back. She panted heavily and collapsed her head on to his chest. Steve stopped his hips but locked firmly inside her. He rubbed her back as it heaved up and down.
"Good God," Peggy lifted her head and pushed her hair back, "You bested me awfully fast."
"Maybe you're the one that needs more practice." Steve smirked.
Peggy lowered her brow, "Excuse me!" They both laughed.
Steve cupped her face and pulled her in for another kiss. Peggy responded back. Her numb body was coming back to life after such an orgasm. It was a soft and sensual climb with Steve still erect and firmly inside her. Carefully, he flipped them over and Peggy rested comfortably among her pillows. Being on top of Peggy made Steve realize just how powerful he was, her body seemed tinier and vulnerable.
Suddenly her legs came around his hips and he was quickly reminded that this was Peggy Carter he was thinking about. She maybe at a disadvantage with strength but she could make up for it with stamina. She glared back up at Steve with that same darkness and hunger. She bit her lip.
"I'm ready for our second match." She pulled him down for another kiss, "This time," She whispered, "Don't stop until you've finished."
"Yes ma'am." That was all Steve needed to hear before he returned to his rhythm. Peggy was prepared for his power this time, she bit her lip in excitement as the waves of pleasure returned. She clamped her legs around him tightly. Steve's hot breath tickled her face as he stared down at her. His lips curled into a smile with every thrust. He was enjoying himself. Peggy pulled his face down to hers and couldn't help but kiss that stupid grin of his. Lips touching lips, tongue rolling over tongue, breath mixing with breath. Muffled moans would escape from their throats. Both of them clung desperately to each other's skin. The growing friction between them became more like a magnet.
Steve dared to pick up his pace, his power rocked her entire body and shook the bed. Both of them grew louder. Peggy clasped the back of Steve's head, her nails digging in. Steve's fingers curled into the bed sheets. The slap of their skin clapped in between their escalating cries of pleasure. They were both so close, they could feel it. Peggy's body was stiffening up again, her voice had reached that high squeal of pleasure. Steve grunted as he could feel Peggy squeeze him tighter. Within in a few more thrusts he was gonna explode. Steve grabbed hold of Peggy's hips and rammed in, she saw stars. He slammed two more times into her and grunted as he pulled out and released his load on to the bedsheets.
The two collapsed in a heap, panting heavily. Their arms tangled up as they tried to embrace each other and pull the blankets over them.
Peggy rubbed a hand thru her hair, "Well I might be sore in the morning."
Taking pity for his actions, Steve lightly massaged her hips, "I'm sorry. I should have been more gentle."
"Well I shouldn't have kicked you back during that sparring match so I guess we are even." Peggy laid her hands on Steve's chest. There was still that massive bruise creeping along his rib cage. It was the only proof that remained of that crazy fight with the Red Skull. The only proof that Steve fought thru time with him and barely escaped that fight with his life. But this would heal, it was only a bruise. Steve's body was much too perfect to have scars. She scanned the rest of his chest, neck, shoulders and face to confirm, the man's body was dispelled of any scarring. Just his perfect chiseled skin and features.
"It doesn't hurt much anymore." Steve continued to rub her back and hips. His fingers studied the dips of her curves, the feel of her skin. He made a puzzling look when his fingers hit a peculiar spot around her stomach. A scar.
Peggy winced when his finger fell into the small crater in her stomach, "Gosh, I'm surprised that's still sore."
Steve adjusted the sheets so he could see the scar with his own eyes. It was a perfect hole on the left side of her abdomen. The scar looked red and recent, like it happened a few months ago, "That must have been painful. What was it? Bullet wound?"
Peggy sat up and turned slightly, "I wish. I fell and was impaled by a nasty piece of rebar." She showed off the exit wound in her back.
"When did that happen?" Steve's fingers lightly touched the scar as if to rub away her discomfort.
Peggy waved her hand, "Last summer, it was a very peculiar case with strange interdimensional dark matter, scary actresses and ripping holes in the fabric of reality. Howard can explain that story the best. I'd recommend saving it for the plane ride over to Moscow."
"What about the 3 on your back?"
Peggy looked away from him, she paused before answering, "That happened a long time ago."
"Was it during the war? I don't remember you ever getting that injury before."
"It's a story for another time." Peggy snuggled up back into Steve's chest, "That story is too sad for pillow talk."
"Ok, I can't imagine how many scars I would have." Steve went back to rubbing her back. His fingers tread carefully along her 3 scars on her shoulder and the one down her back. It was odd to feel them. Steve never had any, at least none that would last longer than a few weeks.
"I envy you there." Peggy drew small circles along his collarbone.
"Well I envy you, a lot of the wounds I received back when I was working with the Avengers they are all gone. There's no physical marking to show that I've fought those battles. Or even the war, I have no marks from those. Only memories. I kinda wish I had the scaring when I fought aliens from another galaxy, or when I took on an army of sentient robots, or the bullet wounds when Bucky shot me."
"Bucky shot you?!" Peggy lifted her head.
Steve laughed, "He did, which is why I'm more anxious to find him so he doesn't shoot me again."
"Well if you want a scar so bad, I could shoot you." Peggy smiled.
"Oh no, getting a scar is painful. I may heal faster than you but I still feel the same level of pain as any normal man. Plus I'd hate to make you mad for you to shoot me again."
"I wasn't mad at you."
"You were mad."
"Ok maybe pissed off…"
"That's mad, you fired at me 3 times."
"You had your shield."
"What if I didn't?"
"You would have been fine."
"You were aiming for my head."
"Then I bet it would have made an interesting scar." She smirked at him.
Steve curled his lips and surrendered. He reached out for a tender kiss as he admitted defeat. They held each other in a warm embrace as they melted into the blankets.
"We should get some sleep, we got work tomorrow."
"Yes we do, Captain."
