Re: patrol -- pete/steve (with peggy cameo)
[Peggy had lost herself in the kiss, in the press of their bodies together, and her hand slid more readily into his blond hair. Gentle caress of her fingers through his hair as she returns the hunger, returns the open-mouth kiss, return the affection bubbling in both of their stomachs.
Then, there's a voice that is certainly not Steve Rogers's.
She gasps, eyes widening, and she jerks up towards the ceiling where a spider dressed in red-and-blue (What is it with these blokes and their colour schemes?) with shock. Without an exclamation -- though the bloody hell is right on the tip of her tongue -- she slides away from Steve, cheeks flaming pink, and smooths her hands against her practical skirt, tugging the hem down.] Peter. [Her voice is strained, and she moves to wipe away at her mouth, at the streaks of smudged red from her lips.]