Peggy Carter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} offthepeg) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} spinningcompass,@ 2016-01-02 21:09:00 |
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Where: The cottage
What: Hormones
When: Saturday
Rating: Highhighhigh
The last time she checked, Peg wasn't made of goddamn glass; she was flesh and blood, a woman with needs and desires and it had happened to be that those needs and desires had kicked in tenfold in the last week or so. It had happened when she had been pregnant before and lasted quite a while, though she chalked it up to Steve's genetics giving her that extra pregnancy hormonal kick. As it turned out, she couldn't blame Steve or Bucky; it was entirely her body's reaction to the situation. Peg had a deep, ravenous need for sex; the kind that made her toes curl and her spine tingle and even rip the sheets.
Ever since she had changed, though, they hadn't touched her the way she craved. There were soft touches and slow builds which were nice but didn't slake her growing lust. She had noticed her moods getting grumpier the more they refused to simply fuck her like she needed. Her nights became ones in which her dreams taunted her with what they could be, but only left her awake and disappointed.
She didn't and wouldn't blame them for being gentle and sweet and caring. It wasn't often that she wanted rough and dirty but they had always obliged her needs in the past. Resigning herself to this fate, Peggy awoke Saturday at a ridiculously early hour, another dream having taunted her with its visuals. The boys were fast asleep but she knew that she wouldn't get back to sleep.
Deciding a shower might help, Peggy padded off to the bathroom and ran the water. As she stepped under the warm spray, her hands began to wander of their own accord as she washed. She imagined Steve's large hands struggling to contain her breasts as he kneaded them until she was moaning and begging; her own never felt as good as his and Bucky's did. Soft soapy suds cascaded down her curves, tickling her sensitive skin as she pressed a hand between her legs as much as she could reach. Peg bit off a moan, knowing it wouldn't do much to soothe her burning need.