Fondue - A book of Steggy Oneshots.

The Right Partner - A Steggy Oneshot

It had been a long and tiring Saturday for Peggy Carter at the base. She was exhausted; having been overseeing operations all day. It was now dark and wet outside. The rain was hitting the windows and making a loud pattering sound. Peggy was in her cabin, relieved that she had finally got a moment alone - free from the men who thought they could boss her around. She sat on the edge of her small bed taking slow deep breaths. This was a ritual she did whenever she had a very tiring day.

Peggy began taking fewer breaths; she couldn't help but feel sad as she remembered her short little moment with Steve as they left the ruined bar that afternoon. They were only on a short lunch break so they had to make sure they were back from the bar in time. They were walking back to the camp when he told her that Bucky Barnes was the only person who was there for him before he became a soldier, and now that he was gone, he wished he could find someone who was willing to be there for him, and at the same time, he would be there for them.

In that moment, Peggy regretted not being able to tell him she could be that person for him, due to the lack of courage she possessed. They both knew they had an important mission tomorrow where they would have to go to one of the few remaining Hydra Camps and destroy it, they didn't know what would happen to them or if they were to make it out alive.

She blamed herself for wasting months of their playful banter, knowing that they could have made memories together, even if their time together was short.

Peggy pinched herself to bring her back to reality. She had come to the conclusion that something needed to be done. She got up from her bed and began to pace the wooden floor of her cabin, her hands shaking and a huge lump in her throat.

It had taken her two hours of thinking and over-analysing things to decide whether this was the right decision. Just then, she walked slowly towards the door and opened it. She looked up, startled. Steve was in front of her, with the same confused look on his face that she had on hers.

"Hello, Steve." She said, trying to compose herself.

"Hi.", was all he managed to say but with his deep blue eyes soft, she recognised something in his expression that caused her mouth to run dry and her heart skip a beat.

"Were you going somewhere?", he continued, awkwardly. He stepped into the cabin to be free from the rain.

"Uh, no. I-I was just about to go to see you but I wasn't sure if you'd be at your cabin or with Howard because well you know, the two of you were talking for hours after the meeting and I just ―"

And suddenly, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently. She moaned on contact, and he hesitated only for a second before deepening the kiss, pressing his tongue gently against her eager open lips. He kissed her gently again, and she leaned forward, deepening the kiss at the same time as stretching out to turn the lock on the door.

He tensed at this, but didn't stop kissing her, his tongue in her mouth feeding the fire that smoldered in her heart every circle his thumbs made on her hipbones.

She encircled his neck with her arms, and when they pulled apart to breathe, she took the opportunity to finally tell him what she had been feeling for the past few months knowing him.

"I love you, Steve Rogers."

She looked up at him, shock and amazement shining in his eyes. Then she kissed him thoroughly, and before he realized what was happening she had steered them near her bed. Peggy herself couldn't believe what she was doing either. She was too excited in consummating the mutual love they had that she had let him break all the walls that she put up ever since she joined the SSR almost too easily.

"Peggy," Steve said breathily.

"What's wrong? Is it because I was too eager? I think I had almost thrown myself at you." Peggy admitted, as she tried to ignore the blush rising on her cheeks.

"No! No. It's actually kind of nice to see the other side of you. But it's just that, I've come to realise how much time I've missed out on not telling you how much I love you."

Her lustful eyes filled with tears and she rocked forward onto her tiptoes and pressed a chasté kiss to his forehead.

"If we die tomorrow, at least we had tonight." She said softly.

"I love you, Peggy Carter."

His arm tenderly tightened around her and dropped a chasté kiss between her warm brown eyes.

"Be my first." She said to him, playing with the hem of his tight white t-shirt.

He nodded, and whispered in her ear, "We'll be each other's first."

His fingertips tightened their grip on her hips as her eyes carefully mapped a path along his collar bone and settling on his parted lips, almost as though she was weighing up her options. Then, he leant forward slowly, nipping the skin on the side of her neck, almost hard enough to leave a mark, continuing to kiss up the side of her neck, pulling at her earlobe on the way past, and then crushing her lips with a force that elicited a groan from the back of her throat, which he immediately muffled with his tongue pressing insistently through her teeth.

He removed each offending layer of the clothing with an excruciating slow pace, and explored the soft skin revealed with his lips, teeth and tongue.
Her eyes fluttered closed, as he was the only man who could direct just a warm breath in a certain way and have her senses reeling and the tightening of anticipation build inside her.
He had both her legs hooked around his waist as he kissed her continuously and deeply. She had to stop herself from professing her undying love for him, every time he whispered sweet and sincere compliments in her ear.

Late at night, lying atop him on her small bed, her head resting on his shiny chest, she gently moved off of him, crawling up to kiss him messily, his face wearing the same soft smile of satisfaction he knew covered hers. He pulled the blanket over their bodies and she snuggled against him. It was the November wind that had made the outside air bitter and cold. Even Peggy's cabin was getting chillier. Steve also noticed this, and so he pulled the blanket over them tighter so she would not get cold.

"I wish we still had one more day", she murmured.

Hearing these words from Peggy confused him. He wasn't used to seeing her afraid of the outcome of the war, but he understood her reasons; he was afraid of the thought of living without the other too. They had waited too long to tell each other how they felt and couldn't bare to think about not being with the other after their mission tomorrow.

"We do, Peggy. We have the rest of our lives to spend ― together", he replied, draping one arm supporting her lower back. "We can get married, buy an apartment in New York, and have kids..."

"Whoa, soldier. You have everything planned out for us. We still haven't had our dance yet." Peggy laughed, but Steve saw in her eyes a spark that told him she had wanted the same for them.

"Then tell me your plans after we go dancing." He replied and Peggy pressed a chasté kiss to his lips, which quickly deepened as she leaned against him.

They fell to the floor with a loud thud as they rolled over the bed. He laughed at her squeal but she silenced him with another kiss telling him that Colonel Philips' cabin was right beside hers.
If he found out about them, he would constantly reminding them and Peggy couldn't have him treat her any differently or boss her around even more.

There was a comfortable silence as they lay on the floor, as the both tried to focus on breathing evenly.

"Will you stay tonight ― please?" Peggy asked, breaking the silence.

In reply, he snuggled close to her beautifully aching body, pulling a twisted sheet over them. He entangled their fingers together as their breath now orchestrated perfectly.

"I won't ever leave you Peg," he murmured. "And I'm glad we didn't break the floor."

She moved closer to brush a soft kiss to his cheek, their last for the night, and fell fast asleep in his arms.

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