Failing to compliment Peggy on how beautiful she looked tonight was a serious misstep. Steve couldn't understand how he'd managed it, especially considering how right now, all the details he was taking in about Peggy were easily trumping the fact that he was standing in the hallway wearing nothing but a towel. There was her dress, for starters, which clung in all the right places, and then her hair, soft and silky against his fingers. Her skin was warm and smooth, and her mouth was very -
Fuck, he wanted to kiss her.
He was leaning in to do just that when he felt her hand settle at his elbow, unexpected enough that it momentarily stole his attention, brought a halt to his actions. And then she was speaking, but the only words that really seemed to filter through the blurry mess of Steve's mind was her offer to come inside with him. She hadn't said that Steve should go shower - she'd said the both of them should step inside, and Steve's heart began to beat triple time.
"Yeah, yes, let's do that," he agreed, in that same low, rough tone he'd used upon greeting her, his eyes returning to Peggy's mouth. He took a step back, his hand slipping down to her neck, then her shoulder, sliding all the way to her hand, which he wrapped in his own as he drew her inside.