Disclaimer: This fan fiction is not written for profit and no infringement of copyright is intended. Not beta read, so all mistakes are mine. Set after season one.
~ PLEASURES ~
Afterwards, it seems to Anna as if Edwin is a newlywed again.
He has never been the sort of person to take her for granted- he's not the sort to take anyone for granted- but in the aftermath of their encounter with Peggy Carter he redoubles his efforts. That means he makes her breakfast in bed, cooks her favourite dishes for dinner. He brings home flowers more often (this had, previously, been a once-a-week treat) and when he smiles at her there's an ease to him she doesn't think she's ever seen, not even in the early days of their courting-
"Sleep well, my beautiful Anna," he says when he kisses her goodnight, his eyes alight, his smile happy. He whispers it in English, in Magyar. A couple of times she thinks he might say it to her in Latin, she can't be sure. But given the joy- the contentment- which radiates from him as he climbs into bed with her she doesn't honestly mind the confusion.
And when they make love, pressed sweetly together in the dark, all desperate breaths and mumbled, loving incoherence, well she forgets it altogether.
They have always been happy with one another, she often thinks, but this… This is bliss.
In this way a couple of weeks pass both of them in a haze of contentment. Anna loves to see her husband so elated: He walks with a bounce to his step now, confidence radiating out of him. Even Mr. Stark's more… unusual requests barely faze him and occasionally he ignores them altogether in order to concentrate on matters closer to home. Anna is delighted: Though she knows she should probably be worried- everyone she knows would think her mad, inviting some other woman to take charge of her husband- but she can't bring herself to regret it. What happened between her husband and Peggy Carter was no threat to her, not when Edwin is so clearly delighted with her still-
And the fact that she stayed- that she enjoyed staying and watching- tells her that this was a chance worth taking.
It even tells her that it's a chance worth taking again.
So she asks Edwin what he thinks one night as they lie together, her breath held as she waits for him to give the go-ahead. She will do nothing without his permission. When he enthusiastically assents they get in touch with Peggy Carter, invite her over for dinner.
Anna is so excited that she barely gets anything done that day and even the new Mrs. Stark notices her jittering excitement.
She creates some story of a treat for Edwin (though she doesn't specify what kind) and Maria gives her the rest of the day off, the better to prepare.
By the time Peggy arrives, the house is alive with the smells of cooking, polish and perfume; the Englishwoman seems an odd mixture of confident and nervous to Anna when enters, apparently unsure of where she stands since their previous meeting.
Anna hates that she might think she's not welcome now, and she makes certain to reassure her.
"Darling Peggy," she says, coming forward and wiping her hands on her apron, pressing a kiss to each of the other woman's cheeks. "How wonderful of you to join us."
Carter nods, looking slightly nonplussed. "It was lovely to be invited," she says. Her gaze darts to Edwin and away before coming to rest on Anna. "I wasn't entirely sure I would be welcomed back," she says honestly. "Rather a lot of drink was taken the last time I was here, and rather a lot happened because of it-"
Edwin comes forward and reaches out, puts a hand on Peggy's shoulder. Her face has turned ever so slightly crimson.
Again her eyes flicker to Anna but the Hungarian woman gives her a bright smile even as she nods encouragingly to her husband.
"We've been delightfully happy, since your last visit," Edwin says and there's a boyish quality to his grin that's utterly adorable.
Oh, Anna thinks, but my husband is handsome when he's happy.
"In fact, we enjoyed it so much we thought you might wish to… visit the same way again," he continues. "I know Anna would be very keen, were you to agree to it-"
"Would you be?" Peggy asks Anna, speaking over him.
She narrows her eyes as she says it, as if she doesn't quite believe all this Mrs. Jarvis' own idea.
Anna nods though, happy that she can be honest in this. "Yes," she says warmly, taking Peggy's hands in her own. "I would be delighted with another… visit." She shoots her husband a shy, slightly mischievous grin. "As would Edwin, I believe."
He nods warmly and Peggy gives a small, wry smile in return.
Some of the stress has gone out of her, now she's seen how calm Anna is about this.
"Well, if you're both sure," she says softly. "I should hate to be a cause of marital strife, you know…"
"To be honest, you've caused rather the opposite," he says softly. The look he shoots Anna makes her turn red, she's certain, from the tips of her ears to the soles of her feet and oh but she's happy there's only the three of them here right now.
Sweet as her husband is, he can be a devil when he's like this.
Edwin takes her hand in his and presses a kiss to his though, his expression gentling as he realises the effect he's had on her. She's always loved that about him, that he doesn't get cross with her shyness but rather takes it in stride. He even, much to her wonderment, sometimes says that it's one of the things he loves about her.
The look between them must become more heated because Peggy clears her throat with almost comical loudness, reminding them both of her presence.
"There will be enough time for that when I'm not here, Mr. Jarvis," she says, and though the tone is wry Anna can hear the assertiveness coming through, the same authority the SSR agent exhibited the last time she was here. She might be imagining it, but she thinks Peggy's getting a little breathless. "You say that your lovely lady wife agrees with this," Carter continues. "But I'm afraid I'm not entirely convinced by that assertion- "
And she steps into Edwin's space, leaning into him and cocking an eyebrow.
Colour floods his face at her words but he stands his ground, unconsciously straightening at the suggestion that he's being dishonest about his wife's wishes. His breath coming more shallowly, his gaze flicking between Anna and Peggy with barely restrained excitement.
He looks, in that moment, absolutely delicious.
Anna feels a shiver go through her at the sight of it, warmth beginning to pool in her belly, to jitter through her limbs. A longing uncoiling inside her, something she never knew was there before today, and without her really deciding to, she find herself leaning in. Holding her breath.
She so wants to see what their guest will do.
Not that Peggy appears to be paying attention to her. "If you wish me to believe that your Anna came up with this idea, Mr. Jarvis," she's saying, "then I'm afraid you're going to have to convince me. After all, you could be making it up-"
He opens his mouth to interrupt and, swift as lightning, Peggy has a hank of hair in her hands, twisting sharply until he hisses.
She pulls his head back and downwards, her lips at his ear. She's roughly forced her knee against his backside, between his thighs.
"You'd go to any lengths to get someone working that wayward prick of yours again, wouldn't you darling?" she bites out, her smile feral, her voice low.
It sounds sweet as salted caramel.
"But as lovely as such a thick, hard cock is, I'm afraid you'll have to earn your pleasure this time." She glances at Anna. "You'll have to prove to me that this is all… honestly decided."
And she nods towards the parlour's largest chair, indicating to Anna that she should sit in it; This Anna does, perching at the edge of the seat, her eyes riveted on her husband and his Mistress as Peggy leads him into the room by his hair.
His spine bends, lovely and taut as a bowstring, Peggy pulling him along.
"On your knees," Carter bites out, "there's a good boy." And with a swift, sharp movement Edwin is before Anna, his head and back bowed, his hands splayed before her. He's panting a little, the front of his trousers tenting out already with his arousal, and Anna can't help it, she swallows nervously, wetness beginning to pool between her legs.
Her skin starts to tingle, her nipples hardening, breasts becoming heavy.
It's unbearably exciting, she thinks, getting to watch this.
"Now," Peggy continues, yanking Edwin's head upright, "ask your lovely lady wife for permission, Mr. Jarvis."
He shakes his head, mutters something about it being improper and Peggy's voice turns calculated. Gloating.
It makes both Edwin and Anna squirm.
"Ask her for what you want," she hisses. "Beg her for permission and maybe, maybe I'll give you a treat…"
"What sort of treat?" Edwin pants, his expression tightening, eyes rolling back in his head.
Peggy's smile is sinful, her lips at his ear, her hands forcing him floor-wards.
"The sort of treat all filthy, whorish boys like you crave," she says. She's pressing her boot heel insistently against his crotch, working her foot it a teasing, uneven rhythm while Edwin pants. His hips have again begun moving, he's working himself against her foot. "Now beg. Beg your lovely wife for what you want."
Anna lets out a moan, half arousal, half frustration, and his eyes flicker up to hers as if he honestly can't help himself.
"Darling?" he asks. He's breathing rather heavily now, and Anna finds that she's breathing in time with him. She shifts in her seat, pressing down into it. Her skin feels sticky and fluttery and flushed. "Darling," he's repeats, "My darling Anna, would you- That is to say, may I-?"
But Peggy takes his tie and yanks it, pulling his head and body back. Anna winces as she does so but the other woman reaches down, her free hand raking along Edwin's shirt-buttoned chest while she presses her thigh and knee to his back, taking his weight and relieving the pressure on his throat.
It's enough to tell Anna that she is not so out of control as she appears.
"Spit the words out," Peggy hisses. "Don't obfuscate, tell her what you want. Now."
Edwin shakes his head, nervous. "I can't," he pants, "I can't say it to her, I can't say that to my Anna-"
Peggy's smile is snarling. "Then you won't get your treat today, little boy, and that delicious, hard cock will be left wanting."
And she lets go, tossing him contemptuously to the floor as she stands, towering over him. Anna can't help it, she's out of the chair before she knows what she's doing, her arms wrapping tenderly around her husband to cradle him to her chest. Her hands stroke soothingly down along his arms, her nose nuzzling into his cheek.
"Tell her," she murmurs in his ear, "tell her what you want, Eddy. You needn't worry about shocking me-"
He shakes his head, stubborn as ever. "I can't," he says, "I can't do that-"
"You can." Anna takes a deep breath, looks up at Peggy. She can see the hunger burning in the other woman's gaze now, her enthusiasm at their game obvious.
It sets her stomach coiling into a mass of butterflies and knots.
"Please," she tells her. "Please… fuck him. For me. You know it's what we both want- Surely you can see that?"
And she closes her eyes, buries her face in Edwin's throat this time, breathing heavily. He makes a strangled noise, half protest, half affirmation and Peggy shoots him a feral smirk. Her eyes still on Anna, she places her boot-feel back at his crotch, working the sharp edge against the delicate flesh of his balls, his thighs. Anna's own hips begin pressing against him, moving in concert with her. Edwin moans as they pick up their pace, their bodies moving in unison against his. Anna and he shift and heave, desire coiling tighter and tighter with every movement, a closeness neither has ever felt before creeping through them both-
"Is that what you want, Mr. Jarvis?" Peggy is cooing. She's increasing her pace, her tempo. "Is that what you'd like? To be fucked, in front of your lovely, innocent Anna?
To be fucked while you lie in her arms?"
And she increases her speed, her laugh throaty and dangerous. Anna matches her, taking her cue from her speed. Edwin shakes his head, makes some strangled protest, but even as he does so he leans back into Peggy's boot, works himself against its edge, his hips twitching, breath pounding. Anna reaches down and pulls his head back. Kisses him as their hands tangle together. His tongue is delicious, heavy and slippery and languorous and wanted, a delight against her own. She sucks lightly on it then bites down and his entire body shudders, so great is the pleasure they're sharing-
"I want…" he says. "I want to please my Anna. I want that so very, very much…"
And as if to show it he kisses Anna again, his hands sliding down to rake against her legs, her thighs. To press, warm and strong, against her heavy, aching breasts. She gasps and jerks at the feel of it, two of his shirt buttons popping off as she pulls at his shirt again. Their kisses get heavier, more drugging; Anna can feel herself giving way, the thrill of watching overcome with the thrill of being asked to take part. Peggy's still talking, giving orders she thinks, but she's too far inside of her own pleasure to notice. The world has narrowed to this room, to her husband and her and the things Peggy is helping them to find with each other…
And then suddenly, without any warning Edwin is moving her, laying her on the floor as he hurriedly discards his own clothes and reaches up her skirt.
He slides down her underwear before pushing her dress up, her stocking-clad thighs splaying open as he gazes down at her. His mouth quirking into a smile, his voice murmuring reverently how lovely his wife is when she's bared to him. (Judging by how pleased Peggy sounds, it seems she thinks the same).
The smell of arousal hits the air and Anna can't help it, she blushes scarlet even as she sees the approval in her Edwin's eyes. She's wet where his hands stroke against her, her hips jerking instinctively up towards his fingers, the heels of his hand. He's on all fours, almost naked. Raffish, his shirt half off, his trousers jerked hastily down past his hips and with them his underwear. His mouth trails kisses down her belly, her thighs, licking and sucking his way to the sweet place between them, his voice whispering filthy, lovely things that set Anna's pulse racing along like a sprinting horse. She's not sure she can take more of this. He nudges her thighs further apart and then his tongue's inside her, darting and sliding against her folds as she moans and strokes his hair, as she calls out how much she cares for him, how much she wants this-
Her eyes crack open and she sees Peggy Carter kneeling behind her husband, her knee still forced between his legs, one hand wrapped around his cock and stroking, the other tugging his hair viciously.
Each movement of her hand seems to prompt a movement of Edwin's tongue within Anna, and as she realises this Anna wonders how she'll be able to bear experiencing so much pleasure as this. Surely mere mortals were not meant for such joys as this? But she doesn't have to wait long, the pleasure builds, crescendos, engulfs every inch of her-
It's a match to gasoline, a flare of incandescence.
Heat, pleasure, rippling through her until she can barely remember herself at all.
When she comes back to herself she's gasping, panting, Edwin's forehead against her belly and Peggy's hands sliding soothingly over her husband's shoulders, his back.
She looks at Anna and smiles uncertainly, her confidence in the moment apparently gone now their business is concluded. She makes to take her hands away from Edwin's skin and Anna shakes her head at her, indicates that she can stay. In fact, she crooks her head in invitation, asking her to move near. For a moment Peggy looks unsure, unclear as to where she stands or why she's being asked to move closer- Unsure of anything really-
And then, with a sigh, Edwin flops onto his back, pulling Anna in tightly to his side, his hand going to stroke the back of her hair.
He presses a kiss to her forehead and then shifts over, making room for Peggy. He sounds absolutely sated.
"After all that," he murmurs diffidently, "the least we can do is offer a bed for the night, Ms. Carter."
"I suppose you can, at that." Slowly, gingerly, Peggy toes off her shoes and then lays down beside Anna. She seems reluctant to be too close to Edwin and yet their closeness seems to call to her in some way she won't describe. The Jarvises share a look but then shrug, Anna hooking her arm around Peggy's waist and leaning into her.
The embrace is awkward but fond, Anna thinks, and that's her last thought before she succumbs to sleep.
But Peggy lies in the night, unaccustomed to the feeling of closeness around her and when she wakes the next day she feels surprisingly rested.
