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[uprightness]

STEVE ROGERS;

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[uprightness]

must I always be after something?

[ oh he's after something but as determined as she is for him to say it, he's equally determined to avoid it. in general, he found that it's healthier for peggy not to get her way too easily - she never seems to enjoy things as much if they fall into her lap without a struggle and so. ]

you make it sound as if I'm to no good.

[mucked]

Aren't you?

[ after something and up to no good both. but the question is asked like a sigh, trailing into a happy sound as she locks her fingers against the nape of his neck, urging him to keep up with his kisses and his ministrations. ]

In this, I trust you about as far as I can throw you.

[ and in all else, she trusts him to the ends of the earth. ]

[uprightness]

That's how it is?

[ but he does sound so very happy, so pleased with her skepticism. or maybe it's simply the slight pressure on his neck that encourages him to press a kiss as well as his next words against the line of neck. ]

how did I ever get a reputation of being untrustworthy?

[ he knows exactly how, he does think of that night rather fondly. ]

[mucked]

You earned it the very night you woke up. [ she huffs, tangling a leg with his and easing dangerously close to comfortable beneath him. ] Don't tell me you've forgotten. I certainly haven't.

[ which is saying more than enough, but the glitch compels her to say more. ]

Don't think I could forget it even if I wanted to.

[ -- press her and she might even use the word remarkable. ]

[uprightness]

One time.

[ he says, brushes a near-kiss against her throat and lifts his head to look at her. ]

One time a person acts out and it earns him a reputation. Besides.

[ he shrugs, his smile is positively boyish. ]

that wasn't my doing.

[mucked]

One very notable time -- [ she corrects him, fingernails dragging light lines against the top of his spine. ] And I'd argue it was about seventy-bloody-percent your doing.

[uprightness]

we're doing math now?

[ but the next sound is a sigh, deep and content. he fidgets above her,a direct response to her touch, arching a bit against it. ]

if that's the case, I'd argue it's eighty-percent your doing. Ninety, even.

[ the very nerve, indeed. ]

[mucked]

Ninety? [ huff! ] How do you reach that figure, I wonder?

[uprightness]

You were wearing my shirt.

[ and apparently this is his only line of reasoning. There's nothing else as nothing else is needed. Steve ‫remembers that night vividly, remembers taking off her ( his ) shirt and the pleasant weight of her in his lap. ]

[mucked]

And you weren't meant to see so. [ it had been such an indulgent thing. missing his scent, missing his heat, missing the certainty of him curled up against her back and always present. ] I can't be blamed for what I never intended to do.

You, on the other hand. [ she draws back; she looks. ] You proceeded with intention.

[uprightness]

Couldn't be helped. I was enticed, it was all lost from the very beginning.

[ he slithers just a bit south, maps the line of her collar bone with short, mindless kisses. ]

It was one hell of a justified intention.

[mucked]

[ -- ordinarily, she'd argue. she'd point out that she'd done none of the enticing. he'd created it all in his head and acted upon it, seduced her (in fact), and got away with it.

but these are ordinary circumstances.

instead, she blurts: ] It was one hell of a night.