Re: Stark Tower: Steve/Peggy
[Peggy, as in all things, is skillful. More so than Steve, who is trying, but has less—practice? behind him. He's never fondue'd with anyone, and he only just kissed Peggy on their date, so maybe it's not as exhilarating as some might assume kissing Captain America would be, but. He responds in kind.—When she presses against his hand, Steve's heart nearly jumps into his throat, and it's like the heat from her is burning his skin. Very slowly, his fingers drag downward, over the pearl of her buttons. He almost continues—but before he can, after a split second of hesitance, he has to stop himself. He has to change clothes. Like right now, ideally.
Steve pulls back, touching a hand to his mouth and standing up probably too abruptly.] Sorry. [He says the first thing he can think of.] Pajamas—[Wow. Brilliant.]—I'm—I'll be right back. [He smiles wildly, nearly falling off the bed, before removing himself to the bathroom to get the suit off of him. He puts on some looser clothing—a t-shirt, some slacks, and tries to catch his breath.]