— Two hooks get their sharps into her in quick, brilliant succession.
First is that muted impact of sensation when Steve's fingers slip just beneath silk and tease along skin that's never been properly touched or explored. Always rushed or auxilliary. Critical reason isn't at the helm right now, but later she might look back and try to distinguish what is was in Steve's approach that made it so, so obvious that as much as he enjoyed himself it's also clear what he offers is for her. Giving, not simply taking.
Second is the way he finds the sensitive space just behind her ear and joins her in the wicked little game she's started. The one where they project future possibilites at one another — promising something beyond this cot and these hours. She likes that he's playing within the conceit. She likes that he's imagining (however unlikely!) that he might win.
Peggy's fingers find the back of his skull — nails carding gently into his hair and dragging from the top of his scalp back to the nape of his neck, just barely dragging under the collar of his shirt.
"If you win," she answers in a soft voice, turning her cheek to open more space for him, "it'll be up to you and your tactical acumen to decide how best to spend that wish."
Steve's breath escapes him in something very like a hiss at the skitter of nails over his scalp; bright sparks of pleasure trail down his spine and lower. He's never quite had the chance to discover what he likes before - and, truth be told, he's touch-starved enough to derive some sort of enjoyment from virtually everything - and so it's a little surprising to stumble across these things. He's been focused on Peggy so far, but he's not averse to being on the receiving end of touches, either - it's just that his burn, so to speak, isn't quite as slow, his fuse shorter, so there's less room to tease.
"The problem is," he offers conversationally, "that you're the kinda person who'll make sure I get just that I ask for and not one bit more." Peggy has the mind of a lawyer when she wants, negotiating language in a way that has enraged no few of their higher-ups. (It's something Steve's taken great delight in more than once.)
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First is that muted impact of sensation when Steve's fingers slip just beneath silk and tease along skin that's never been properly touched or explored. Always rushed or auxilliary. Critical reason isn't at the helm right now, but later she might look back and try to distinguish what is was in Steve's approach that made it so, so obvious that as much as he enjoyed himself it's also clear what he offers is for her. Giving, not simply taking.
Second is the way he finds the sensitive space just behind her ear and joins her in the wicked little game she's started. The one where they project future possibilites at one another — promising something beyond this cot and these hours. She likes that he's playing within the conceit. She likes that he's imagining (however unlikely!) that he might win.
Peggy's fingers find the back of his skull — nails carding gently into his hair and dragging from the top of his scalp back to the nape of his neck, just barely dragging under the collar of his shirt.
"If you win," she answers in a soft voice, turning her cheek to open more space for him, "it'll be up to you and your tactical acumen to decide how best to spend that wish."
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"The problem is," he offers conversationally, "that you're the kinda person who'll make sure I get just that I ask for and not one bit more." Peggy has the mind of a lawyer when she wants, negotiating language in a way that has enraged no few of their higher-ups. (It's something Steve's taken great delight in more than once.)