threecenturyman (threecenturyman) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-01-22 18:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | maryanne walker (oe), ~steve rogers (old) |
Who: Steve Rogers (old)
Where: Around
What: Walking and thinking and flashback
When: Very early Thursday morning
Rating: High for porny flashback
Open: In present time maybe if you ask nicely
Status: Ongoing
Steve needed some fresh air. He'd spent a lot of time in the waiting room and he wanted to get out and take a walk. Get away from some of the emotions that were threatening to come up. He stepped out of the hospital and just started walking, taking a deep breath as he did. Passing all the buildings that looked so different from the last time he saw them. He stopped in front of one that had been completely destroyed during one of the fights that the island had thrown at them. He ran his fingers over the bricks as he walked. With everything going on, he couldn't help but think about how he'd felt during the battle. How he'd lost sight of Peggy. He stopped and closed his eyes, the memory coming back as if it were yesterday. 2037 He and Peggy had gotten separated during the battle but he felt certain that she was okay. She had to be okay. She could hold her own in a fight. But then he started to remember the battle with the robots. How she’d been seriously injured. And all of his worst fears were coming to the forefront. The battle was over now and the injured were being triaged. He had to make sure that Peggy was okay. That she was alive. He went to pull his phone out of his pocket and it was gone. It must have slipped out during the battle. If she was okay, she was going to be looking for him. Trying to call him. “Peggy!” He called as he ran through the streets. He stopped to help a man trapped under a beam. A woman stuck behind a jammed door. As he went he kept finding more and more people that needed his help. But he kept looking. “Peggy!” He shouted. Finally he stopped. If she were okay, she’d go home. That’s the first place she’d look. She’d make sure that the kids were okay and then she’d go home. The kids were all out of the house now. Old enough to be on their own. They’d been taken to a safe place, Sarah having volunteered to help make sure the little ones were okay. Kept out of harms way. Steve knew that the kids were safe. He’d made sure of it. Now he just needed to find Peggy. He took off at a full run toward the cottage, all the while praying that she would be there. That she would be safe. --- Peggy had to hope that everything was okay because the alternative was nothing but damned heartbreak and no more future for her. She was dirty, clothes torn and scrapes and bruises decorated her porcelain skin. She was getting older and it was getting a little difficult to keep up with the young guns on the island but she figured she held her own in the battle. She was nearing 50 and hadn’t gotten a single grey hair yet; but after today she might. She was frantic as she saw Steve’s number was out of order and unreachable but he had to be okay. He was Captain Fucking America after all. Searching the island for an hour, she decided the only thing to do would be to go home and see if her laptop could track his whereabouts. The door slammed open in her rush to get inside, figuring her luck might just change if she screamed, “STEVE?!” --- Steve came running down the stairs as soon as he heard her call out. He’d been in their bedroom, trying to see if he could locate her on his computer. “Peggy!” He called out as he ran down the stairs. He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, holding her tight, but not too tight. “Thank god you’re okay.” He then set her down. “You are okay, aren’t you?” He started to look her over. He had dirt smudges here and there and his shirt was torn in places, but there were no signs that he’d been hurt. --- She nodded tearily, wrapping her arms tightly around him again, “I’m fine, I’m fine, just cuts and bruises.” Peggy sniffled and pushed back, “You bloody scared me half to death, you absolute moron! I swear to God, if you frighten me like that again I’ll have your balls as earrings.” She was still shaking from the idea in her head that he was dead and gone and that she’d never get to say even a goodbye. There was a single tear on her cheek that mixed in the with the mud and dust. --- Steve put his hands on her cheeks and rested his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry. I lost my phone.” He wiped the tear away with his thumb. “I’m sorry.” --- “Just… just don’t do it again.” she pressed her lips onto his fervently. Peggy needed a reminder that they were both alive and breathing and not dead or hurt. Safe in his arms. --- He kissed back, moving his arms down around her waist. It was as if that one moment broke a dam of need inside him. He lifted her up just enough to move her back against the door as he deepened the kiss. --- She kissed him back just as deeply, her aching back hitting the door and sending shivers up and down her spine, “Steve.” She muttered into his lips, “Love you.” --- “Love you.” He leaned in and kissed her neck, not really caring about the dirt at the moment. He started to pull at her clothes. He needed her with every fiber of his being. --- She tore at his already ruined shirt and ran her hands over his abs, gasping at the heat of his breath on her skin like fire. “Please. Need you.” --- He kissed her passionately again as he let her feet touch the floor so that he could get his pants undone. Once his were undone and pushed down a bit, he started to work on her pants, moaning into the kiss. He needed to get those pants off of her. --- She ripped her blouse off her body and over her head, letting him push her trousers off and to the floor, “Take me.” she pulled him back almost violently, palming his crotch with her hand. --- He pushed her pants the rest of the way down and actually growled low in his chest when she touched him. He kissed her passionately and lifted her up, pushing her back against the door again. His pants were down just enough to free his erection. He grabbed one of her legs behind the knee and lifted it to wrap around his waist. --- Peggy looped her arms over his shoulders and kissed him back just as passionately, running her nails up and down his skin where she could reach. He set her on fire and beamed as she felt him hard against her, “Never leave me.” --- “Never.” He moaned out as he pushed into her. He started to thrust almost immediately, letting gravity do some of the work. “Peggy….” --- Peggy gripped his back hard, the angle good but not like it should be. She tilted her hips and then suddenly it clicked into place and she moaned his name, “Steve…” Peggy pressed her forehead onto his, looking into his eyes. --- Steve kept his eyes locked on her as he continued to thrust, speeding up just a little bit. He needed her in that moment like he needed oxygen. His fingers dug into her thigh as he held onto her, moaning with each thrust. --- Peggy locked her arms behind his back and looped her other leg around his waist, knowing he could lift her like she were a feather made of air. She kissed him passionately and bounced a little, gasping and moaning. --- Steve’s thrusts became even faster, holding her against the door and moaning into the kiss. He closed his eyes tight and tried to hold back as he felt the tingles starting to build. --- “Please.” she begged, her chest pressed up against his, “Steve, don’t hold back.” She bit and sucked on his neck, just needing him around her and inside her. It didn’t matter, she didn’t care about herself. --- Steve wrapped his arms around her waist a little tighter and moved back from the door. He held onto her, his thrusts stopping as he lowered to his knees and then laid her back on the floor. Once he was in a good enough position, he put his hands on either side of her head and started to thrust hard and fast, moaning loudly. “Oh god….” --- Peggy arched her back up and started to come hard and fast from this intense new angle, breasts bouncing and sweating as he thrusted into her body, “St...Steve!” she cried, trying to claw as her whole body started to seize. --- Steve growled again, unable to stop it. He kissed her hard and kept thrusting as his own orgasm overtook him. A few more moments and he stopped moving, but didn’t break the kiss. He lowered to his elbows and just kept kissing her like his life depended on it. He felt, in that moment, that it did. --- Peggy gasped and moaned as he came inside her, panting heavily. As her orgasm faded, every part of her body seemed to ache and cry out for her to rest. This was what she hated more than getting old; just being human and fragile. “Hi.” she muttered against his lips. --- He looked down at her, smiling a bit. He wasn’t even really out of breath, but he panted a little from the intensity of it all. He shifted to his left side a little bit, touching her cheek with his right hand. “Hi.” He smiled and kissed her again, softly this time. Tenderly. --- She smoothed his dirty blonde hair back from his face, taking in all the contours of his wonderfully delicate features. “Love… if it’s alright with you… can we have a bath?” she kissed the tip of his nose. --- He laughed and nodded. “Yeah. I think a bath is definitely in order.” He groaned slightly as he pulled out, shifting to get to his feet before holding his hands out for her. “Nice, long, hot bath.” --- Peggy took his hands and hauled herself up, groaning as everything ached and creaked and crunched. “God, I’m getting old. No more sexcapades on the hall floor unless there’s a mattress down there.” --- “You’re not getting old.” He kissed her cheek, keeping hold of one hand as he started up the stairs. “But we can keep it to the bedroom if you’d like from now on.” He smirked. --- “I kind of liked it, actually. It was rather spontaneous and you’re rarely that spontaneous.” She rubbed her shoulder and let him lead her up the stairs to their bathroom. --- “Are you saying I’m predictable?” He raised an eyebrow as he briefly looked over his shoulder at her. He chuckled and shook his head. “We have gotten kind of into a routine, haven’t we?” --- “Just a little,” she checked his ass out as he walked, her eyes firmly on the sweet muscles. “Oh darling, you really don’t lose a thing of muscle tone, do you?” --- He laughed and shook his head. “Apparently not. And I bet you’re very glad about that.” As soon as they were at the top of the stairs, he picked her up into his arms, smiling. “I’ll forever be your eye candy.” He kissed her softly and started toward the bedroom. --- She giggled a little as he scooped her up, “Do you remember our wedding night? You built us that beautiful shelter on the beach and we made love under the stars for hours?” she kissed his neck, “And in the bakery, you bent me over the bench and fucked me until I saw stars as well.” --- “How could I forget?” He smiled and kissed her cheek, then chuckled. “Yes, well. You attacked me first so it just seemed right.” He set her down as soon as they were in the bathroom and kissed her softly on the lips. “But we haven’t really been that spontaneous since then.” He bit his lip. --- “It happens,” she turned on and ran the bath, the bruises clear along her back. “People who have been together this long… they have a way of knowing what the other’s going to do before they even do it.” she poured bubble bath into the water and swished it. --- Steve gently ran his fingers over her back. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He bit his lip, hating to see the bruises. “I didn’t….hurt you, did I?” He figured he didn’t cause the bruises but he could have made them worse. --- Peggy twisted and looked in the mirror to see her back, “Oh, no, those are from that nasty gladiator looking man whacked my back with some kind of bat.” she ached a little, “I only just dodged the worst of it but it’s not your fault.” --- He nodded. “Okay.” He gently kissed her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “I hate seeing you hurt.” He sighed and rested his chin on her shoulder, closing his eyes. “I love you.” --- “I love you too.” She muttered and stroked his arms, “There was a time when you’d torture yourself for weeks about this, about some misguided sense of doing wrong by me.” --- “I’m trying to be better about that.” He nodded, holding her a little closer. “I tried to keep you safe but….there’s only so much even I can do.” He sighed. “I’m just me.” --- Peggy turned in his arms, “My point is that you don’t need to keep me safe. I can look after myself and heal, despite the cuts and scrapes. Believe in me if you don’t believe in yourself.” she turned back and shut off the taps as the bath was full. “Bath, now.” --- “I do believe in you.” He nodded. “It’s part of why I can keep from blaming myself for this. I would have tried to stop you from fighting at all if I didn’t think you could hold your own.” He smiled. --- “Now that is the man I fell in love with.” Peggy kissed him softly before turning and stepping into the hot bath, sighing in abject relief as the water soothed her and washed the battle away. --- He kissed back and smiled before sliding into the tub behind her. He wrapped his arms around her middle and kissed her shoulder. “I love you, Peggy.” --- She sighed and lay back against him, closing her tired eyes, “I love you too, Steve.” 2014 Steve shook his head to clear away the thoughts, sighing softly. It was amazing what memories could be triggered just walking down the street. He looked around and made sure that no one was looking as he discreetly adjusted himself before continuing his walk. |