Steve then carried Peggy as he held her, going from the bed to the bathroom, and so, they pleasured each other, with Steve helping strip the leggings and panties, blushing yet determined while he dry thrusted, grinding behind her with his boxers on, with Peggy occasionally using the showerhead to wash themselves with body soap and cleaning the semen and juices off, while they stood in the rain, with the other clothes soaked to the skin, using the opportunity to take a long shower without needing to stop, and somehow, the tension ran out of Steve at last, since the warm shower eased it off when he finally came a third time, exhausted and finished for the time being, with Peggy having her second orgasm at the same time, crying out in pleasure together.

Peggy kissed him on the lips as she looked over his shoulder, panting heavily, "Thank you, Steve...I'll leave first, and I won't look. Good thing that I got a backup nightgown and all.", before leaving the shower and grabbing a towel, leaving the bathroom.

Steve exhaled, smiling in awe as he's in love with that amazing woman, and went to dry himself off, stripping off the wet boxers, washing them off, and after several minutes, he opened the bathroom door to see Peggy in a fresh new nightgown, her back facing the bathroom, looking like she's asleep, and left the bedroom to change out of the soaked nightshirt, and took up a spare set of pajamas, so relieved to see that his penis had exhausted out, still looking like it's still on the pill, but very much out of juice.

With a sigh and a smile, he returned to the bed, slowly laying on his side, looking at Peggy's hair with fascination, fingering the strands softly as Peggy turned over, looking at Steve with a sleepy smile, "Good night, Steve...", curling into his new nightshirt and falling asleep, and Steve exhaled, "Good night, Peggy.", gently wrapping an arm around her as he couldn't move his other arm, trapped yet he doesn't mind, smiling as he kissed her on the forehead, his heart skipping a beat at the beauty of his woman looking so innocent, happy, and content, watching her for a few minutes in awe, and felt brave enough to admit something to himself as he whispered into the air, "I love you, Peggy Carter...", as he closed his eyes, and he knew he said the truth.

Both of them slept very well for that night, despite Steve still being pinned against Peggy's body. Light crept into the apartment as he slowly woke up first, finding that Peggy had rolled over which allowed him into easily freeing himself. "So much for sleeping on the couch...", he whispered to himself.

He glanced down at himself, and was half relieved, half sad that he never had a morning wood for the first time but figured that the pill had burned itself out through the rest of the night, and he doesn't need any more frustration literally on Peggy's birthday.

He looked over to see Peggy looking so beautiful and serene, and he blushed, smiling yet proud, seeing the few hickeys half hidden under her hair, and exhaled before getting up carefully to leave the bedroom, looking through a couple of cupboards before finding oatmeal, a couple of spices, and a can of diluted goat milk, and went to put it on low heat, keeping the lid on it as he prepared it.

He then grabbed his second-secret sketchbook and colored pencils, and went into the bedroom to see that Peggy is still out, still in one of his new favorite poses, and went to sketch as he sat on one of the window rests, using the light to help, unnoticing until several minutes later, when a soft voice asked lovingly, "Are you drawing me in bed, Steve?".

Steve blushed when he heard her before he cleared his throat, "Well, if I'm honest, yes... I hope you don't mind if I do that. I mean, I would've asked for your permission to do so but I wanted to let you keep resting.".

Peggy gave a soft giggle, "Steve, I'm so happy that you're using my gifted sketchbook just for me, and besides, I like the secrecy part of that as it's you, and nobody else who would ever be skilled to sketch me from memory and heart...".

Steve exhaled in relief as he resumed coloring and sketching, and glanced up to see her beautiful brown eyes glancing at him with a sleepy smile, and he gave a tender, soft smile, and replied, "Are you alright? I'm still shocked that I was able to go three times...".

"Tingly and a bit sore, but alright...That was the best pre-birthday night ever...And yes, Steve, I would be very sore if we went all the way, but it's a good thing that we were and is practicing for it...Are you alright yourself despite the newfound confidence and all that happened last night?", Peggy answered warmly and then asked in curiously concern.

"I'm alright... still, just... got a lot up in my head that I need to try to work out but I'm alright.", Steve assured her as she smiled, glad to hear that, "I'm glad to hear it; and certainly, today shouldn't be too much of a problem since it'll be like other times before.".

Steve smiled, "Well, you're in luck. I got breakfast on the stove, ready for you, birthday girl. Oh, crap, the oatmeal!", nearly dropping the sketchbook and a colored pencil into the bed and running from his seat.

Peggy giggled as she smiled, picking up the sketchbook, and her eyes widened in awe as always, seeing the drawing of herself perfectly sketched and colored, and she never thought she'd look beautiful with mussed up hair, half-healing hickeys, and a content smile on her face as she slept, almost wrapped halfway in the blanket, half showing her nightgown.

Hearing footsteps coming back in the bedroom, she looked up to see Steve carrying a tray of bowls with steaming oatmeal, sliced strawberries, and cold water, smiling at her, "Got it just in time before it burned up. Breakfast in bed for us. I hope it's okay...I would have gone for pancakes, but flour is expensive these days.", as he rested on the edge of the bed.

"Needed for the boys on the frontline.", Peggy reminded as Steve nodded. "Yeah, the rationing and all... gonna take a while to get used to that sort of thing.", he said. "But you do get used to it.", Peggy told him; after all, she had gone through it herself.

Steve replied, "Indeed. Anyway, here...Happy birthday to you, Peggy.", singing the short verse to her, and Peggy giggled, smiling, as she scooted and pulled Steve closer as she sat up, as Steve adjusted the tray over themselves, "You're not going to sing the full version?", with a hum.

"It's weird without other voices accompanying along...Maybe in the future, maybe with Milo and our other friends, it would be more fun to sing along...", Steve shrugged as he stirred his bowl, dipping a sliced strawberry, taking a spoon bite, as Peggy did the same.

"Been so long since I've actually had strawberries.", Peggy said as Steve nodded, "Guessing those have been seriously rationed back in England.".

Peggy chuckled, "You have no idea...Still, this is really good. If you haven't been passionate about being an artist, I think you would have been a spectacular chef.", and Steve laughed warmly, "Cooking with Mom when I was out of bed helped a lot, she taught me quite a few things, though I had to learn some other ways of cooking when she passed away, since Bucky helped me out as he has a few younger siblings while his mom worked. Still, you're the first one to say that as Bucky was ah, thinking that I would have helped the neighbors out with cooking as a trade for some things...", with a smile.

Smiling warmly, "Well, we each think differently about opportunities...", Peggy hummed, and sighed contentedly, "And of course, this is so nice to have breakfast in bed, especially with a wonderful man like you...Been a long time since the last time I had one, I was sick with the flu, through this is better without trying to strive through a stuffy headache.", as they ate and drank.

"Very much so...", Steve sighed. "I will admit that I've had those kinds of mornings more often than not. Easy for me to get sick... how I'm still here, is beyond me sometimes.".

Peggy kissed him gently on the cheek, "Maybe because you had reasons...Your mom would want you to live on as much as possible, like any other parent with their children...Same for my parents. And of course, your pseudo brother in Bucky. He cares about you, and he believes if he's fighting, he's keeping you safe, like any brother would...And now there's me...I cannot imagine a world without you, Steve...especially after all those wonderful dates and secret meetings in camp when anyone's not looking, and last night...", with a nod.

"Yeah... I honestly could say the same thing.", Steve nodded. "A pity that a war is going on right now though... we'll be called away and who knows if we'll even live to see the end of it...".

Peggy squeezed his hand, "Hey, we will get through this expedition together to Atlantis, and once Erskine finds what he needs for his project, we will get back up to the surface, and you will be the first man to be reborn, to be changed...Just promise me that you'll be the same man who loves sketching, having a grand old time with me, and always finding a way to get back up and live on...".

"I'll certainly try.", Steve said; he obviously had no idea what this whole supposed change could do to him mentally, not just physically. He felt confident that he could remain the same, but there were no guarantees.

Peggy smiled warmly, "I'm happy to hear that.", as they kept eating, and after the bowls are polished up and strawberries used up, Steve took the tray back to the kitchen, washing the bowls and placing them in the dish holder to air dry them when he remembered that he left his sketchbook in the bedroom, hearing her sing along to the radio, the sound of the bathroom door creaking.

Steve still knocked on the door like a gentleman, and hearing no response, presuming that she's in the bathroom, he walked in, looking around for the sketchbook when he froze, his heart racing, blushing as he finally got morning wood the moment he saw her...She was already half dressed, wearing a lovely long purple skirt with ruffles, toned tights, and her usual black flats, yet she's latching a bra, adjusting it, and he tried to choke back an audible groan when she pumped her breasts from underneath, to fit the bra...Gloriously beautiful...

Being an agent and an army officer now, she knew the feeling of being watched, and she spun around, and exhaled as she blushed, "Steve...", blinking in surprise to see the familiar bulge in his pajamas, "I thought the pill was done.".

"Maybe not...", Steve said as she looked at him. "Remind me again, it did at least go down, right?", Peggy chuckled; while partially a bit worried just in case he admitted that he had been erect for all the night.

Steve shook his head gently, "Don't worry, Peggy...It did go down for the rest of the night...I think this is a last oomph...", with a blush, and Peggy is relieved to hear that he hadn't any problems all night long after the last time he came...

Peggy then blushed a bit more, smiling, "A last oomph, huh? Well, today's my birthday...", before realizing that she's facing him with a bra on, technically naked on her top half of her body, and she chuckled, "I think this might be your morning wood because of me...".

Steve widened his eyes, "I never thought...I never had one before...", and Peggy smiled softly, "They usually appear upon waking up in bed...I heard things from the girls in the boarding school...", with a blush, "But better late than never...", coming closer to Steve.

"P-Peggy...", Steve exhaled, gulping in awe to see her beautiful skin up close around her bra and belly, and Peggy smiled gently, kissing him on the lips, "It's okay, Steve...Go on, I know you want to touch me...", taking his hands to caress her belly, and Steve groaned softly as he felt the incredibly soft skin, feeling the slight abs she had developed as Peggy gasped in pleasure, "Oh, Steve, that feels nice.".

Steve murmured, "You're beautiful, Peggy...", kissing her lips back, digging into her mouth as they dominated each other's tongues in a dance, with Peggy moaning and gasping in pleasure, with her hands grabbing into his nightshirt, dragging him to the bed.

"No, wait...", Steve quickly said as she stopped. "Sorry... I...", looking at Peggy with a sigh. "Probably not the best idea to do it right now?", Peggy asked as he nodded.

"We've got a long day and all, honestly, if we get started again, we might not even want to leave the apartment.", Steve chuckled.

Peggy smiled, "Come on, please, for me, the birthday girl? I have an idea to help you get this done faster...", and Steve playfully pouted, "Oh, alright, but for you, Peggy...".

"Thank you, Steve.", Peggy giggled, and kissed him on the cheek, and smiled gently, "Follow my lead, okay?". Steve nodded, "I trust you.", as Peggy turned him around to rest back on the bed.

Peggy replied, "I'm going to take your pants and boxers off, but I'm not going to look, because that's for that day in the future...Do you trust me?", with a nervous smile, "I mean, I can use a blindfold if you don't want me to accidentally open my eyes, and-", starting to jabber, as this is the first time she ever thought about a blowjob, as she heard things from the girls that it really is a great way to get off quickly, when a hand grasped her cheek.

He nodded as he looked around for something, "Of course, but yeah; let's try the blindfold at least... don't want to get tempted, you know?". He gave a nervous chuckle as she smiled, "My thoughts exactly.".

Steve smiled, "I think there's something in one of the dressers.", and Peggy nodded, getting up and went to the dresser, looking through the drawers before getting out a black tank top, and Steve replied, "Never cared for that one.", and Peggy smiled before shredding the front and folding it into a blindfold, walking back to Steve who took it as Peggy went to kneel on the sheets, closing her eyes as she whispered, "I'm going to take them off now...", her hands pulling down the rim of his pajama pants and boxers, freeing his erect penis, bouncing free for a moment or two.

Steve sighed in relief as he went to wrap the blindfold around Peggy's head, asking, "Do you see anything?", after triple tying it and layering it, and Peggy replied, "No. All dark.", before her hands started to feel around for the penis, lowering her head, determined to hear Steve's sounds of pleasure as soon as she finds it.

"Okay then... would you like me to sit down or anything? Maybe give you a hand of where to go?", Steve offered as she smirked, "Trust me, it's better I do it myself... surprise both of us, you know?".

Steve chuckled, "Alright then...", watching her in awe as she caressed his thighs, getting closer as he bit his lip, seeing the cleavage of her breasts within her bra, looking so beautiful like this, kneeling on the sheets as he stood by the bed, seeing her almost bare back, her perfectly mussed hair, and then he gasped, "Peggy!", as he saw her fingers fondle one of his balls.

Peggy smiled widely as she traced her hands alongside the balls, following the trail of the penis, leaning closer as she nuzzled and kissed every piece of warm and supple flesh as Steve cried out in pleasure, "Oh, gods!", and she purred softly, "You taste good and warm, Steve. Want more?", realizing that she's halfway down to the head itself as it poked against her throat.

"Yes...", Steve moaned as she chuckled. "Good answer.", Peggy teased as she continued right along with things, making sure at least that Steve would have a good time. After all, he said it best, who knows if they might see the end of the war?

Steve moaned and cried out in pleasure as Peggy kissed, nuzzled all the way to the head itself, and then shouted in pleasure and surprise when Peggy licked him up the way back up to his balls, "Peggy! Please, oh!", and Peggy grinned as she used her hand to graze the backside of his penis as she went backwards with her tongue slowly to the head.

Steve quivered and shouted as he felt he was about to collapse, feeling his arousal rise up to a new high, "Gods!", his hands falling upon Peggy's shoulders for balance, and Peggy smiled as she playfully traced the head with her tongue, hearing his loud moans and cries of pleasure, and finally, she took it into her mouth, suckling and licking.

"Peggy! Yes, yes!", Steve shouted in pleasure and shock, his eyes never leaving the beautiful sight of his lover giving him the most incredible pleasure he ever knew, feeling so hard that it hurts, sensing that he's so close to coming.

He didn't care that Peggy is a third of the way dressed, and yet he is in heaven, and she is his angel made real..."P-Peggy...", he moaned as he bit his lip, "Please...".