The next day Peggy was expecting there to be awkwardness between the two of them or that he wanted something more than one night. Little did she know that she was right.

He wanted many nights. And so did she.

She stepped into the bullpen all high heels, red lips, curves, and confidence. She walked over to her desk, which was next to Jack's and sat down. She greeted Sousa and glanced over at Jack. She was nervous about what he was going to say. He just looked over at her, side smirked, and said, "Morning cupcake." She sighed, thankful that things weren't awkward.

"Morning to you to Sweetheart." She sneered at him, more with tease then malice. He smiled again, and she felt hotter. Then she raised an eyebrow at him and he winked. Then she felt herself get wet. This was nonsense, she always knew him to be handsome, but this was ridiculous.

She crossed her legs, which drew Jack's attention to them and he smirked and raised an eyebrow at her. He winked again. She cleared her throat and got to work.

The rest of the day was passing by uneventful, when she started to day dream. She was staring at a file, her chair pointed towards Jack's desk. Then her mind floated to last night. The way he danced, the way he took control of the situation, the way he was such an amazing kisser. Then she thought of him pinning her to wall and fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Her grip on the document tightened. His mouth working while his dick pounded into her. She was so turned on by her daydream and she became impossibly wet. She clenched her thighs to relieve something when Jack cleared his throat.

She looked up and a blush covered her cheeks, confirming Jack's thoughts. He looked her up and down, licked his lips, and winked at her again. Then he said, "I'll help you with that later." A sentence innocent enough to mean helping her with work to prying ears, but to her meant something else. And she almost whimpered at the implication. She watched as he swaggered off to Chief's office. She needed to get over this man with the sex capabilities of a Norse God. The rest of the day passed and Jack was sent on a mission and she was jealous because she would not be allowed to go on solo missions.

She stayed behind working on a lead on Leviathan. Soon she was the only one left in the office, after a goodbye from Daniel and a sideways glance from Dooley as he exited.
It wasn't until the doors to the elevator opened that she realized that Jack had yet to return. Until now that was.

He walked in cautiously and slowly, as if walking would hurt him.
"Carter. Where's Chief?"

"He's gone out for the rest of the night. Are you alright?" Peggy asked.

"Yeah fine, a bit bruised. But I took some pain meds that should kick in soon. Got into a little bit of trouble back there, but I fought my way through it." He answered.

By the end of his sentence Peggy was already taking control of the situation.

"Sit on this desk, I'll be right back." She left and came back with some medical supplies.

"You know," he started slyly, "seeing you order me around with that mouth of yours is really hot. Makes me wonder what else that mouth is capable of."

Peggy rolled her eyes, face not betraying the fact that he had conjured up some salacious images.

"Just shut up and take off your shirt."

"I bet you say that to all the guys."

"Jack. Just take off your bloody shirt." She stated with her back to him, preparing some supplies

should he need stitches.

"You first."

"Jack." She turned around sharply, he had started to unbutton his shirt and she became distracted with his collar bone. Then he winced.

"Little help?" Wordlessly, she started to unbutton his shirt and helped him take it off. Then she helped take off his undershirt. And again she was distracted by a shirtless Thompson. "See something you like?" He asked, cockily. She cleared her throat and got to work. Cleaning and checking his bruising. She started poking and prodding his bare chest.

She didn't realize that she has stepped further between his legs and that they were breathing the same air. She suddenly became conscious of this fact and her breathing sped up, each intake of breath bringing her breasts closer to his chest. She finally looked up after Thompson grabbed her wrist. He slowly stood up, but she only backed up a little. He took a step forward and she took a step back, and this kept happening until she was about 1 foot away from the wall. He looked at her, and brought his head down to her ear. "You just can't keep your hands off of me." He said.

"Admit it, you want me," he whispered huskily, "I want to hear you say you want me. I want to watch the words flow from those perfect red lips. Say it and I'll make you scream my name." She whimpered.

"I want you." She said. He clicked his tongue three times.

"You're going to have to do better than that."

She looked up. "I need you to make me scream." He smiled down at her.

"Perfect." And then his mouth latched onto hers. She kissed him back just as feverishly. Lust was coming off of them in waves. He pushed her the 1 foot and trapped her between himself and the wall. His hand found her waist and again she lifted and wrapped her leg around his waist. His other hand found her breast. And slowly traveled down. He unzipped her pants. His hand reaching around and grabbing her ass. She moaned.

"Someone's excited," he uttered before his mouth landed on hers. He licked into her mouth and then his hand landed right where she wanted him. Unfortunately her underwear still separated his hand and where she wanted him. She whimpered again, and her hips shot up. "Slow down there, Tiger. What did I tell you? I'm in charge now." She sighed.

His hand moved up a bit and then lowered his hand underneath her underwear. He felt her smooth skin, and she gasped as his hand found her clit and rubbed it. She closed her eyes.

"Peggy." She grunted. "Peggy." Again she was unresponsive. "Carter." He said more firmly, and she opened her eyes and stared into his blue orbs as he continued to rub her. "Keep your eyes open, sweetheart." He uttered roughly. And she did. He continued to rub her until she couldn't take it and breathed, "Jack please."

"Please what?" He asked

"Jack. I need you." She replied.

"You need me to do what?"

"I need you inside me." He put two fingers in, barely penetrating her.

"No."

"Tell me what you need."

"I need you to fuck me with your hand." He smirked.

"Attagirl" and then his fingers were pounding into her. At the same time his thumb was rubbing her clit, his mouth was swallowing her cries and his other hand was massaging her breast. He kept going, and he could feel she was close.

"Come for me, sweetheart" he whispered in her ear and she came undone, screaming. He worked her through her orgasm, as she came down, he was still kissing her. "You are quite the screamer." He said.

And then she grabbed her lapels and kissed him hard. He quickly regained control of the situation and pinned her arms to the wall. He pulled off her pants and undid his zipper with one hand. He pulled out his dick and in another moment he was in her. They both moaned. He slowly started pushing into her, in and out. In and out.

"Faster. Harder. Deeper." Peggy cried, and he complied. Soon he was pounding into her as she was screaming. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Ohmygod. Yes. Yes. Yes."

"You were turned on earlier, weren't you? You were thinking of doing this again, weren't you?" He said. "Answer and I'll make you come faster and harder than you ever have before."

"Yes. Yes, I was. Ohmygod. Yes." And then he was pounding into her double time. Her walls clenched around him as she came. Hard. She came three times before he did. After they were done, he pulled out of her and he drove her back to the Griffith. As she opened and stepped out of his car, Jack called out to her.

"Peggy." She looked at him.

"Have a nice night, hope I don't keep you up." And then he winked and she melted. Yeah, there was no way she was getting to sleep now.