Peggy smiled, feeling the tension and heat of himself, and she took a deep breath through her nose, and then went to deep throat his penis, using her teeth and tongue as she went back and forward slowly, hearing Steve's cry of pleasure, "Yes! I'm so damn close!", and she internally smiled, proud to hear that, and it wasn't long before he came several minutes later, calling out, "Peggy!", as she tasted and gulped down his sweet essence as it was a big load.

Steve nearly fell over as he relaxed before Peggy was able to catch him, almost practically by instinct even while blindfolded. "Thanks.", he told her as he was coming down from his high.

Peggy licked her lips, humming, "No problem...You tasted so perfectly sweet...Are you going back to normal now?", and Steve replied, "Yeah...It's all back to normal now...Gods, you were amazing...", noticing that his penis is now limp and empty, and he can feel that he's finished of the pill at last.

Peggy smiled, looking up in his direction of his voice, "Oh, you are making me blush..", blushing, and Steve took a deep breath, realizing that she did so much for him, and today is her birthday...Perhaps he should return the favor...

He tucked his boxers and pajama pants up, replying, "Okay, I'm decent now..", gently taking off the blindfold from her, and Peggy blinked steadily to get used to the light again before smiling at him, "I'm starting to know your telltale signs in your face...What is it?".

Steve smiled sheepishly, "I...I want to return the favor...", and Peggy flushed red, smiling, "Oh, Steve...I'd love that, but tell you what, you can do that after we do Coney Island and the introduction to your mother, coming back here to make some dinner in between, before we leave the city, taking the luggage so we can board the ship this evening, to have it as a finale to my birthday, okay?".

"Okay... that's a good plan.", Steve smiled as he took a deep breath. "Yeah, I mean, let's not get all of the fun out of the way already or tonight might just be a bit of a bore.", Peggy teased.

Steve blushed, chuckling, "Touche...", before exhaling, "I better get changed before I get more tempted...You look so beautiful without a top...yet your bra accents you well.", and Peggy smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, I better get a blouse on, but thank you...Don't worry, that day in the future, in Atlantis, you can have your first look for everything...Just call this as practice, eh?".

"That's really fair...We will just lower the affection level when we're out there in Coney Island and all, but I'm glad you were my first to do that...I never imagined it'd happen to me...", Steve exhaled, and Peggy blushed, beaming proudly, "Well, I'm glad I made your dreams come true.", kissing him on the cheek tenderly before leaving him and grabbing a blouse, along with the sketchbook and colored pencils, "I'll pack those for you.", with a smile.

"Thanks... I need to take a shower something bad.", Steve said as she smirked, "Good plan; don't want people to think you're a slob or anything like that.".

Steve nodded with a smile, intent to be a gentleman yet a boy at fun in Coney Island for Peggy and all, and so, after freshening up for both of them, packing the dry clothes from the clothesline outside the window since they got soaked from the last night's shower.

Peggy was in awe and proud of Steve for stepping forward even if the pill got him a bit scared at first...She never imagined that she'd have such a wonderful night, even if it was passionate make outs and such, but with Steve, it's somehow more different, as she had a feeling that she was going through the motions with that ex-fiancée of hers and was relieved that they broke up.

Walking, and then using a cab, Peggy is happy to spend her birthday with an even cuter version of Steve, people may even say good-looking, wearing a button-up shirt over his tank top, with a casual version of muted green pants, and his boots, and of course, wearing coats to ward off the slight chill of the morning, through it would warm up slightly in the afternoon.

Steve was mostly right of Coney Island. Much of the attractions were closed, but luckily, the boardwalk of several soda shops and confection carts, few amusement rides, along with some games, is open. Steve couldn't believe his luck when he won a couple of games, because he was bad at them last time when he was here with Bucky.

"Here...Happy birthday, Peggy.", Steve smiled bashfully as he had just picked a lush and soft arm-sized chocolate brown teddy bear, to mirror Peggy's eyes, giving it to her who is eating cotton candy in the other hand.

"Steve...", Peggy said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I got really lucky this time with the games... a few months ago, I probably wouldn't have been able to get you that.", he told her.

Peggy snuggled the teddy bear, smiling, "I love it, Steve...Thank you...", kissing him on the cheek gently, and Steve smiled happily before playfully grabbing a piece of cotton candy from her cone, and she laughed, "Hey, no fair!".

Steve chuckled, "I need a boost of energy after all that throwing...", before wrapping his arm around hers, "Come on, I think we could eat a couple of Coney dogs, and maybe a milkshake.".

Peggy smiled, giggling, "Lead the way.", as they shared the cotton candy, strolling to one of the soda shops, buying a pair of Coney dogs on the way from a cart, as she is amazed to see how Steve is relaxed around here, maybe because there's less constriction about being affectionate and playful as kids and teenagers while there's other people enjoying the fun of Coney Island.

And so, they enjoyed Coney Island even more than usual because they have each other, having fun over the few hours, and even took picture slides in a photo booth, with a normal smile on top, silly looks in the second photo clip, affectionate smiles toward each other in the third photo clip, and a tender yet passionate kiss on the lips on the last photo clip.

"That certainly was fun.", Peggy said as the two of them were leaving while carrying much of what they had picked up.

"Believe it or not, it's better when it's at peacetime.", Steve told her. "Obviously the crowds and some of the stuff there have been put on hold with folks heading out and serving. Not to mention with the rationing and all.".

Peggy shrugged, "Maybe you're right, but I like the thought of not jostling so many people in the way as it felt like less...", and Steve suggested, "Claustrophobic and less risk of being robbed or spied on?".

"Exactly.", Peggy chuckled with a smile as she snuggled her teddy bear while she checked her purse that is held over her body, glancing at Steve who's carrying a bag that held a rubber duck, a small bag of marbles, and a slinky toy.

Steve replied, "Well, there're usually less busy days, with kids in school, with varied busy days here and there on the weekends, but yeah, today is probably a mix in between.", with a hum, glad that their photo slides are in the purse.

Peggy nodded, "Makes sense. Can we grab flowers for your mother? She deserves a bit of pampering even if she couldn't say her appreciations...", with a soft look.

"Of course. I know a good shop not too far away from here. Hopefully they're still open right now...", Steve said as Peggy sighed, "Can't imagine them being closed... they'll have quite a boom in business now that the country has joined the war.". She had a very solemn tone when she said that.

Steve sighed, nodding, having seen and heard many arguments in his apartment building ever since that day of Pearl Harbor for those few days before he went for training camp...Many sons, brothers, nephews, fathers, and even cousins..."It's a pro and con outlook every day in New York City, and I suspect many other cities are feeling the same too.".

Peggy nodded in agreement, and so, with another cab, and some walking, they made it to Steve's favorite flower shop, and both were relieved to see that it's open, and got a bouquet of marigolds and cosmos, fitting Steve's mother in personality and life perfectly.

After thanking the shop owner, and giving most of the bag Steve was carrying, as he didn't need a slinky toy or rubber duck, but still kept the bag of marbles, figuring that some people would need a game on the expedition during breaks, and of course, Peggy kept the teddy bear as it's sentimental to her now, and she has a faint inkling in the back of her mind that she would need it for someone special far in the future, if the war is ended by then...

"So... is a far trip to where your mother is buried?", Peggy asked as Steve gave a bit of a shrug. "Well, I've never truly timed it, but we certainly will be done and can be back at the apartment before night falls.", he explained.

Peggy smiled gently, grabbing his hand, "Well, let's take a carriage ride again, as taking two cabs today was quite a bit on the money.", and Steve nodded, "Right...", smiling softly, before they went to a carriage, paying the coachman, and they went off to a small, humble yet beautiful graveyard with some flowering trees as it's April.

"I thought she'd appreciate a familiar place as Dad's buried here too...But I don't know if he's repented up there.", Steve sighed softly as they entered through the gate door, and Peggy squeezed his hand, "She'd be healthy up there, so maybe she had laid into him something mad, lecturing him, and maybe they have made up since then, as the heavens doesn't need anger or darkness of the sins up there.".

Steve gave a watery chuckle, "Sounds like her...", before taking a deep breath, "This way...", leading her to Sarah Rogers's final resting place, kneeling down before the gravestone.

"Hello, Mom...I'm sorry for not visiting in a long while, but I've been recruited, but don't worry, it's not gonna be the war for now as it's rather something different...I want to introduce you to a dame, the woman of my life who have literally liked me despite everything...Peggy Carter...And yes, she's my girlfriend, but we're sort of secret, sorry, I know it's stupid, Mom. Peggy, meet my mom, Sarah Rogers...She got my hair but like in a curly way just short of her shoulders, having dark teal eyes, and she's wearing her favorite dress in dark blue.", Steve smiled sheepishly as he gently laid the flowers on the base of the gravestone.

"Do- do you have a photo of her?", Peggy asked as Steve nodded, "Yeah, back at the apartment... probably should've pointed it out to you while we were there.".

Peggy smiled reassuringly, "Actually, I did, I think. Was she the one in the photo with you as a costumed lion when you were a kid?".

Steve laughed softly, "I was eight, and that was one of the Halloweens I didn't get sick during. Sorry that it is an old picture...", and Peggy smiled, "Don't be...I can see her now...Hello, Mrs. Rogers. You can call me Peggy, almost everybody does, as it's actually Margaret, but I never cared for it much since I was a little girl. Your son is a wonderful man, and I truly see who he is...And yes, he's my secret boyfriend, but for really important reasons, I promise...I'm sure you'd have understood as Steve said that you were a nurse in the war many years back before this current war...But I don't regret it at all.", with a firm squeeze of her hand into Steve's hand.

Nothing was said for a few minutes as they just stood there and looked. Peggy was more than fine with the moments of silence; after all, it had been quite a while since she last visited her brother's grave.

Then a sound of a chirping bird was heard as a blue jay landed on the gravestone, and Steve widened his eyes, choking back a sob as the blue jay blinked and gave a chirp before flying off, and Peggy whispered, "Steve?".

"She adored blue jays...She used to take me to the park, pointing out all birds I can find...Some people may think blue jays are loud and bold, but they only do that when they defend their homes, and calm and curious when they are just being content...That was Mom approving of you...", Steve whispered, tears falling with a watery smile.

Peggy had some small doubts about that; deep down, that it was all a coincidence, but she wasn't going to ruin this moment for Steve. "Thank you...", she whispered to the deceased Sarah.

Steve gave a small smile, awed that his own mother liked Peggy, approving of her as his secret girlfriend, and somehow, he knew that his mother understood why they couldn't declare it to the world, due to their positions and such in the army, and soon, the following expedition.

He sniffled, wiping his tears, "We will visit again, Mom. I love you, Mom.", stroking the gravestone, and Peggy gave a small peck on his cheek, silent, and Steve gave her a loving yet bittersweet smile as he took a shaky deep breath, taking her hand, squeezing it, and so they walked out, with Peggy's teddy bear holding to her purse.

They exited the graveyard, and they strolled this time, as the apartment wasn't far from here, and after a few minutes, Steve replied softly, taking a deep breath as he recomposed again, "Thank you for...back there...", and Peggy smiled gently, "You aren't alone, Steve. She knew it ever since you came into the world, and I'm just one of the things that made your life better...".

"No...You aren't just that...You are the best thing that has ever happened to me...", Steve smiled, kissing her on the lips tenderly, and Peggy exhaled, blushing, slightly surprised to hear that yet proud of it somehow, as she knew she loves him for why couldn't she?

Peggy murmured warmly, "Steve...Do you want to cook dinner first or presume things with me?", smiling curiously with a hint of impishness.

"Let's at least eat first... that way we don't need to worry about an empty stomach ruining anything.", Steve smiled as she nodded, "Sounds like a good idea. Anything we can get then? I don't exactly want you to already go and waste a bunch of your ration books in such a short time.".

Steve hummed, "I think there's some non-perishable food in tins somewhere in the other cabinets besides the ones I found the oatmeal this morning. Bucky occasionally packs the cabinets just in case I need something...I suppose he thought art school kept me busy. Good thing that the stove works just fine since the oatmeal was perfect this morning...".

Peggy nodded, "Better than wasting ration books. Perhaps a stew?", and Steve smiled, "Alright, that would work.", squeezing her hand as they kept strolling on, "So, any name for the teddy bear?".

With a smile as Peggy giggled, "Coney Jr. I know, I know, but he is having a home with us since I adopted him technically, thanks to you.", looking at Steve with a hum, and Steve smiled, "That actually makes sense...Coney Jr. That's fitting. He can remind us of a happier time, since I have a strange feeling that we all need hope with the war once we get back from the expedition.".

"I do as well, Steve, but we will make the best of it...After all, we have friends behind us, and we have each other...", Peggy smiled warmly, kissing him tenderly on the lips, and Steve nodded in agreement, and so, under 10 minutes, they made it to Steve's apartment, with Peggy gently packing Coney Jr. into one of her luggage, with Steve packing the bag of marbles into one of his luggage.

Strangely enough, they worked together in the kitchen, making the stew like an old, married couple, but it felt right, and with a trade of the empty tin cans to a neighbor who's planning on canning for a cold bottle of milk to drink, they went to eat.

"How does it taste?", Steve asked as Peggy smiled. "Tastes wonderful, you certainly have a way with making a meal.", she said as Steve nodded.

"Well, it was one of the few things I was able to do that didn't require me to lift too much or use up a lot of energy.", Steve commented with a smile.

Peggy smiled, "It would be a great thing for you in case if the cook gets sick during the expedition. After all, we don't know what's to expect ahead of the submersible dropping into the sea as far as what Erskine had told us.".

Steve hummed, "Maybe, but I'm used to feeding for two to three people, not hundreds...I would need help for that.", and Peggy chuckled, "Good point.", drinking her glass of cold milk that is half from the bottle, with Steve having the rest, as they ate in between drinks.