Why Won't You Stay

D-Day

The next morning, the final mission, D-day whatever you want to call it. It can also be described as the worst day. Peggy would wake up extra early to do her makeup and get ready so she looks good for Steve when he decides to open his eyes.

The first step was getting out of bed. Since her leg was on top of him, she had to gently lift it and roll over. Next was his arm that was laying on her waist. Luckily he was a heavy sleeper. Last was rolling out of bed so the mattress doesn't creak too loudly. Finally she was up and put her face on. She looked stunning even in the military drab. 

It was about 5:30 in the morning and Steve would wake up at 6. Peggy waited in a chair while reading a magazine and sipping her morning coffee.

Steve began to twitch and his eyes began to flutter again. His face was flushed and red. It lasted for a few seconds then it stopped. He shivered then stillness. His breathing quickened, he was awake. Peggy watched his dreaming process with curiosity. What was he dreaming about?
She wondered.

"Morning." He said without opening his eyes.

"Good morning. Sweet dreams I hope."

"No not really."

"Bad ones?"

He groaned in response. Steve sat up and rubbed his eyes to adjust. When he opened them he saw Peggy. She was glorious as if she was glowing. He stared in awe and she was pleased.

"Peg. You look-" That's all he could muster with his mouth opened so wide.

"Quite." She said. Steve watched her bold, red lips. He loves that lipstick.

Peggy closed her magazine and placed it on the dresser she was next to then stood up. Steve walked over to her carefully, still stunned at how amazing she looked. When they came face to face she put her hands on her hips. Steve closed his eyes slowly and leaned in. Peggy realized what he was doing and put her finger on his lips.

"Uh uh." His brows furrowed and he slumped his shoulders. Steve let out a groan of unpleasantness. "It'll smudge. You can kiss me anywhere else if you must."

Steve looked into her eyes as if to say "seriously?"

"Anywhere, on my face." She added. She always knew what he was thinking.

He chose to kiss her neck just below her jaw. To do this she had to crane her neck to give him better access. They both closed their eyes in pleasure. It was a gentle kiss but left both of them aroused, as if they weren't already. Steve grabbed her waist and closed the distance between them. He kissed the other side in the same place.

"Pleased?" She said as if she could hide what she felt inside.

He nodded in agreement.

"Good." She untangled herself from him. "We have work to do." She left.

Steve stood in the room speechless. He put on a white tee shirt and fixed his hair. Then he spotted a white mug on his dresser. The mug had Peggy's lip imprint on the rim. Steve examined it like he was looking at art. He gazed at every crevice, the shading, the shape. He absolutely loved her mark. The door opened.

"Coming Captain?" Peggy said and he followed her out the door to the strategy room.

*

Peggy was walking in front of him so he could trail behind. They acted more professional towards serious matters like the mission today.

"Captain, this might shock you but I know where you're looking." She turned her head a little so she could see his reaction. He was embarrassed and his face went red. "Don't get too shaken up. We're going to need you to be focused on the battlefield."