"Bucky," Peggy replied tenderly, letting him get on the bed before she clambered on her knees over his lap. Her thighs were sticky and warm still, her muscles sore and pleasantly so, but he kept saying these things... "You're not the fool. You're both my princes," she said, leaning down and kissing him more tenderly and wondering if he could taste her on his lips since she'd kissed Steve. "What do I want? I want you to tell me what you want. If you ask, we might even do it."
She clambered over from Bucky to Steve, her fingers lingering on Bucky's arm. Having had more time to build him up, Steve was far more receptive to asking for what he wanted. "Your Queen," she tried not to giggle at that, "Wants to be ravished, that's all. Let you both take what you want, either from me or each other. She wants to make you happy."