SORRY FOR THE SPORADIC UPDATES! I kinda stole this idea from a fic about Skyeward. I DO NOT OWN AGENT CARTER OR ANY MARVEL CHARACTER
In the following days Thompson and her flirtations had been through the roof. Of course they hadn't gone too far, and if anyone at the office notice, they didn't say anything-except for Chief Dooley of course.
"I swear to God, Jack! I will rip off your arm and beat you with it!" Peggy exclaimed while they were in the file cabinet, filing away.
"Jeez, Carter relax. It's not that big of a deal." Jack replied, exasperated look etched onto his face.
"Repeat after me Jack: z. What letter comes after C?" Peggy asked, frustrated.
"W for Who the fuck cares?"
"No, D as in dumbass. You don't think it's a big deal but what if we need the files then because you STILL don't know your alphabet, we have to look in here for it for Lord knows how long."
"I could think of a few things to pass the time." Jack replied, smug smile firmly in place. Peggy blushed.
"Oh shut up. And just file these correctly."
"Peggy, Thompson you're wanted in Chief's office." Sousa called out to them.
"Saved by the bell." Thompson smirked.
They walked side by side across the bullpen.
"Yes, Chief?" They asked simultaneously.
"Close the door." Jack did. And Peggy sat down, followed by Jack resting his hip and part of his ass on her armchair. She glared daggers at him.
"Yeah, boss?" Thompson asked, ignoring her.
"I have another undercover op specially picked out for the two of you."
"What filing?" Jack replied looking down at Peggy, though he knew she was more capable than that. In response Peggy just pushed Hus hip off the armchair and he almost fell off. His grin deepened.
"Enough you two. This is a long term op. We have recently intercepted messages that claim that there is a suburban neighborhood that is a front for illegal arms and information trafficking, all being given the Leviathan. It is in upstate New York. It is very preen and high society."
"If you know the location and the information is valuable, why not coordinate with the U.S. army and stage an ambush?" Peggy asked intently.
"The problem is we don't know if the information is legitimate and if we cut off this supplier Leviathan will find a more untraceable one. And then we are out of look." I need you two to go undercover for 6-8 months as newlyweds. Your mission is to collect evidence against them, infiltrate, and sabotage from within. After 8 months, we will ambush them. You guys are going to check out a house to buy tomorrow. Of course you will be purchasing it, and then your cover will begin. No contact with us directly. Don't blow this. I see promotions in your future if you pull this off." Dooley stated intently. "Here are your covers. You have a full week before you move in. Howard is going to paying for this so go wild. Dismissed." They both grabbed their covers and were walking out when Dooley stopped them. "Jack. You're gonna need this." With that he threw a black box at Jack. He opened it and nestled inside was a wedding ring and two wedding bands. And with that they walked out.
"A long term op. I don't think I can do this." Peggy stated.
Thompson raised an eyebrow, "Carter, you're more than capable for almost any mission we throw at you."
"Oh I know that, I mean I don't think I can go 8 months without killing you." Peggy smiled at him, eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Not if I don't kill you first. Now how about dinner while we establish our covers?" Thompson replied cheekily.
"Are you asking me out on a date, Agent Thompson?" She asked as she was gathering her things.
"Well you look like you're accepting." He replied. They walked out to where Angie worked. [Author's note: everything is canonically the same as it was after episode 8 of the show, expect Dooley is NOT dead.] They sat down facing each other.
"What can I get ya, English?" Angie walked up to them.
"I'll take the #12 and tea, please."
"Blondie. How are you doing? You know, I'm feeling very emotional today. I might start crying again." She said making fun of him.
"Please don't." Jack replied, looking very uncomfortable. "I'll take a #16 and a coffee please. Two creams two sugars."
"You're going to get diabetes, Jack."
"Please, you're talking to me? Ms. I put half a cup of cream into my tea."
"Touche." Peggy replied. "Alright, let's start discussing our covers. They didn't give us new names and most of it is true. We've known each other for 2.5 years. You are a lawyer and I am your legal secretary, so we met through work. Ugh I do despise the cliches. You proposed to me 6 months ago and our wedding was last month. We're gonna have to take some wedding photos."
"What for?" Jack asked, not looking up from the file.
"Because newlyweds have pictures of their marriage, Jack. God, I wonder how you've made it this far in your life without some one holding your hand."
"Have care how you speak, I am your husband after all." Thompson replied. "You may not be privvy to the idea, but wives listen to their husbands and we're gonna have to blend in. So better start obeying like you do during our...nefarious activities." He replied. "Carter, I honestly hadn't thought you that complacent in that...err...situation." His smile smug and a wink being thrown her way.
At that Peggy raised her high heel clad foot and ran it up his shin, she then removed her foot from her heel. His smile dropped from his face. She kept going, and brought her foot straight to his crotch. She pushed down a little, not enough to hurt him, but enough to make him wish they were in his bed right now. She leaned in close. "Who's in charge now, Jack?" She asked salaciously, she emphasized 'Jack' with more pressure.
"A number 12 for Peggy and 16 for the hot blonde. Your coffee and your tea. You okay there, Blondie?" Angie asked.
"I'm fine." Jack mumbled. Angie looked over to Peggy with a "cat who ate the cream" grin on her face, she winked at Angie and Angie took that as her sign to leave.
Peggy removed her foot and Jack's breathing returned to normal. They spent the rest of the time discussing their covers and enjoying each others company. They walked back to the office. Found no other work and decided to call it a day. As had become common, Jack would drive Peggy home. Today though, he took an alternate path.
"Where are we going?" Peggy asked?
"You'll see." Was all he gave her. They drove in silence for a few more minutes. Until they reached an apartment building.
"Jack, where are we? Are you planning on murdering me?" Peggy asked lightly.
"Just follow me." He opened the door, walked up the stairs, and then unlocked a door and walked in. Upon entry it was quite clear to her that this was Jack's apartment.
"Jack, what-" he silenced her as he reached next to her head and shut the door. Except he didn't move his hand. He stepped closer to her. And she immediately felt herself get wet.
He dropped his head next to her ear, biting it then whispering "Keep teasing me. See what happens." She took her hand and dragged it down his front until she was right above his crotch. And with that, his mouth was on her. He bit down on where her shoulder met her neck. And she moaned. His kisses kept going south while hands traveled north. He ran his hands along side her breasts and she shivered. He put is knee in between her thighs and pushed them apart. He pulled the zipper from the back of her dress down. And then pulled her dress off of her, so she was left clad in her black bra and her stockings. He roughly shoved his knee under her dripping pussy. She gasped at the sensation. He slowly, torturously pulled down her stockings. Then he pulled her underwear down while simultaneously unclipping her bra. She was naked and he was fully clothed. If she wasn't so hazy she would have done something about that. He put his knee back under her pussy. The friction felt amazing. "Grind on it Peggy. I want to see you ride my knee." He whispered roughly in her ear. She whimpered and complied. She rocked herself on his knee and ground her clit on it. Her climax was coming, she could feel it. He never stopped kissing and feeling her. Then she came with a shudder and a "Jack."
"Good girl." He whispered to her. Then he pulled off his shirt and pants and knelt before her. Before she even knew what was happening, he was kissing her right where she wanted. He used his lips, his teeth, his tongue and she was panting. He bit lightly down on her clit before shoving two fingers into her and she came not 40 seconds later. Then he picked her up bridal style and put her down on his bed. She was a jelly-like mess. He finally pulled down his boxers and rubbed his dick over her dripping lips. Peggy gasped again. And then he was in her. Pounding into her.
"Jack I'm about to cu-" he cut her off with a "No. Not until I say you can." And then he kept pounding into her. "Jack please. Please let me come."
"Not yet..." and then he whispered into her ear, "come for me Peggy" and she had the most explosive orgasm ever. 1 minute later she came for the 4th time and then he came. Panting in his bed, they both lied down for a minute. Then Peggy looked at the clock and saw it was 9:30. She gasped and started to hurriedly put her clothes on as Jack did the same. The ride back to her apartment was blissfully quiet. "See ya tomorrow Peg." Then he winked and she went back to the Griffith. Yeah, this was gonna be a great 8 months.