Peggy brought her arm up to hold onto the scrap of fabric across her breasts, trying to remember that there were people around them and this was the late sixties in America. She'd be rather quickly reprimanded for topless bathing, wouldn't she? Nothing quite killed the mood so quickly. "You would like Steve's way better, little traitor..." she eyed Bucky with dilated eyes.
She had to remember it was all Steve's fault. Completely. "Liar..." she remarked before noticing he was looking at Bucky. Peg turned and saw with delighted glee that he had his hand wrapped around himself under the fabric of his shorts. "Evidently, we put on a good show."