Re: Log, Marvel: Peggy C & Steve R
Peggy had never been a woman for media. It was a strange thing to some, because she was supposedly an easy pin-up, with her looks and accomplishments. However, Peggy Carter said inconvenient things to powerful people if she thought they were true, and there was a limit to how far she could go when someone was depending on her to shut up and smile pretty. Peggy disabused said powerful people of any notion that her smile or silence were for sale, generally in no uncertain terms. She came from a place in her life and career when she felt unfinished and unfulfilled, and while this did not dull her effectiveness, it certainly sharpened her tongue. It might be nice not to think about it for a while.
She wasn't hungry for what was on the table just then. On either side of his neck her fingers dug down into the muscle between shoulder and chin, and she kept herself tight against him with a very frank intent. She let him hold her weight, and it wasn't going to be far that he could pull back. Her eyes were a quick, dark flash of surprising warmth, mink dark, chocolate thick, and then they were gone again as she leaned close, her breath on his cheek. "I missed you too, Steve. I don't think you'll understand how much."
Peggy shifted her weight as he moved, back, then forward and up in a quick urging motion made entirely possible by the lack of skirt. He made a solid, warm resistance against her breasts, and the hard hold of his arms were comforting and easy. She freed a hand and got a hold of his tie, half-strangling him as she pulled it loose without meaning to. Every pressure point told him to hurry up.