[ steve's instincts are usually top-notch but they're very much dormant when it comes to Peggy. There's so much else to focus his attention to, however. the distraction works without a single flaw, he smiles into her lips and moves to cup both her cheeks and if he feels her heel, well, he treats it as another form of what he likes best, he and her, tangled together in her quarters. ]
[ and she settles her hands gently against his shoulders -- almost like an embrace, really. but peggy isn't quick to make her move. she waits. bides her time. after all, there's nothing dissatisfying about kissing him. she tastes his inner-lip and the perfect line of his teeth. she tastes his tongue, courting it back past her own lips.
as kisses go, it's certainly teetering towards intense. ordinarily, she's not so quick to see him riled up with nowhere to go -- so to speak -- but this morning seems to not follow that well-established pattern. she seems to be kissing him, now, as though she intends to stay abed for a long while. ]
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as kisses go, it's certainly teetering towards intense. ordinarily, she's not so quick to see him riled up with nowhere to go -- so to speak -- but this morning seems to not follow that well-established pattern. she seems to be kissing him, now, as though she intends to stay abed for a long while. ]