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Never Let On	By : HarlotOhara Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Avengers Views: 3664 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Peggy had to admit that she had admired Steve’s grim expression and proud if not roughed up demeanor when he and Bucky returned from their mission, little bits of ice chipped onto their costumes and wind whipped features. She had hurried forward and, since no one of consequence was present to see her weakness, wrapped an arm around the man before she put a hand to his face. “Good Lord, Rogers, you are freezing.” She chastised him, her heart racing with endearing feeling as he set his own hand over hers. “Well, Agent Carter, it is mid-December.” He had reminded the woman and she gave him a frown.

Bucky for his own part was busy being swept away in a kiss by the over-eager nurse that the QAIMNS had provided them with; she had some stereotypical name like Florence, looked dashing in her little white uniform and put the Royal Army Nursing Corps to shame as far as Peggy was concerned. She broke herself away from the Sergeant’s lips long enough to reach forward, sniper still attached to her waist by an arm, and press a bleach burned hand to the Captain’s face and nod her head. “You both need to warm up,” She agreed, her training kicking in finally as she went on some short tirade about hypothermia.

“I think you know a pretty good way to do that.” Bucky muttered in amusement, and Steve tried to give him a stern look to ward off the suggestion though he knew his friend was aware it was more out of duty than anything. He wouldn’t have minded having Peggy warm him up in just the same way that the sniper wanted Florence; and they were alone for once in the evacuated townhouse… “That’s entirely inappropriate, Bucky.” He scolded his friend turned sidekick, and the man grinned back at him, his arm tightening around the nurse’s tiny waist. “I meant because she’s a nurse and all.” Bucky teased, though his expression seemed to suggest far from his words.

Florence’s hands were against Bucky’s chest then and she was pulling of his coat and tie with vigor that he seemed pleased by. “Steve, take off your wet clothing.” She guided then and before he could obey, Peggy’s hands were delicately unworking the buttons on his jacket. Her eyes met his and he felt a soft breath escape him, maybe Bucky had the right idea, because Peggy sure was beautiful with that familiar look of determination on her face. Yet when she had finished doing so, he was simply down to his Captain America costume as Bucky was similarly only down to the bare essentials of his uniform. Florence fetched them blankets then and they both wrapped the soft quilts around themselves in comfort before her voice became firm.

“Take off your pants, boys.” She demanded, and Peggy’s lips tugged up as she fought to decide between amusement at how embarrassed her lover was or how much she would have preferred to be alone with him. Steve swallowed lowly, and spoke, meeting his best friend’s eyes to see that they were both in agreement now. “I think it would be a bit crude…” He began but she cut him off, hands on her hips as she spoke now. “Look, I know you both want to keep your pride but this isn’t the time for that. I’m a nurse and Peggy is a spy; if you don’t think we’ve ever seen a man take his pants off, you’re a lot more foolish than they make you out to be. Now strip!”

Bucky was the first to obey, but Steve figured that was because he had to keep up a pretense of obedience if he wanted to share a bed with her instead of the Captain tonight. Peggy moved forward to whisper in Steve’s ear then, and her hands unbuckled his belt for him before stepping back. “It’s quite alright.” She had informed him in her cool and collected voice; the tone always promising him that she had everything under control and he was being nothing but a silly little boy to fight her. He dropped his pants, pulling the quilt tighter around him as he did and stepping out of them.

That was when everything had seemed to just change. Florence had placed another little kiss on Bucky’s lips and then she had walked to the kitchen to set about trying to heat up water as she did. Peggy had placed a hand on both of the men’s arms and led them to the fireplace, picking up a poker to encourage the flame when they came to stand in front of it. “Warm up as best you can, boys.” Peggy encouraged and she rubbed a hand affectionately down her lover’s arm before she moved back to where the other woman was.

Florence and Peggy spoke for a moment, and from their place beside the crackling fire with the sound of the hail coming down against the tin rooftop all that Steve and Bucky could hear was the sound of voices. After a moment, the ladies returned and each one moved back to their respective flames. “Captain, you’ll go off with Agent Carter.” Florence had guided as she laid one of her small hands against the other man’s back. “And I’ll take the Sergeant, and we’ll both tend to this problem.” She had said sweetly and Steve’s heart had jumped into his throat. Bucky met his eyes with a smirk, as if to tell his partner he had been wrong in assuming it was so crude to speak that way about the ladies.

Steve had walked with Peggy to one of the bedrooms while Bucky had been guided to the other one. When the door closed behind them, Steve moved forward to kiss Peggy tenderly, feeling the smudge of her lipstick beneath his mouth. She smiled against the kiss and placed a hand on her lover’s broad chest, feeling the dampness of his costume under the blanket then. “Take off your clothing all the way now.” She ordered and Steve couldn’t have moved faster to obey her orders; oh god, he hadn’t thought it would be like this but this was quite alright too.

Peggy licked her lips nervously as she looked down, eyes looking over her sweetheart’s length with nothing short of admiration. She let her hand stroke over his bare chest, feeling the coldness still against him and watching his shiver with a determination then. She led him to the bed, and before he could think of a genteel way of encouraging the woman to remove her own clothing, she had slipped off her jacket. She rolled up her sleeves, folding them up her arms and motioned for the man to lie down on the bed. He did as she ordered and right as the woman sat beside him, her skirt pulling tight against her shapely backside he realized that it wasn’t what he had expected.

In her hand there was a red hot-water bottle and she cleared her throat at the look in her lover’s eyes. He was clearly not pleased with the idea that the women had come up with and he shook his head at the thought of it.

Peggy spoke sternly, though there was a bit of nerve in her voice at this, as if she wasn’t entirely sure of ordering him about this. It wasn’t as simple as she had thought it would be to say such a thing to her partner, but she spoke as firmly as she could. “Don’t give me that look, soldier. You’re not going to argue some sense of pride with me. I’m far too interested in keeping you alive to let you die from hypothermia because you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of me.” She informed him.

Steve didn’t like to admit how quickly she had taken away his arguments, but all he found himself saying seemed so childish. He didn’t like to imagine letting Peggy do this to him and he closed his eyes with shame as he thought about it. “Peggy, please don’t.” He whispered to her and the woman made an indignant sound. No, the last time that this had happened to him was when he was a child and he could still remember that shame like nothing else. It wasn’t easy being sick so often and there was hardly a treatment that had taken away his pride more than this. He didn’t want to associate it with his lover also.

Peggy swallowed hard and she stood up then, unbuttoning her blouse quickly and dropping her skirt. Her cheeks flushed deeply, and she crossed her arms over her breasts, still just barely covered by the worn lace at the top of her otherwise sensible slip. A matching shiver ran through her then and she held the hot water bottle close to her breasts to warm herself up enough that her nipples wouldn’t show through the material of her undergarments. “Steve Rogers, I’d like for you to turn over and let me give you this enema because I am your…well, I am your girlfriend. Who else would you trust with something like this?” She inquired, and she moved onto the bed beside him. Her lips pressed to his neck then and when she saw concede in his eyes, she whispered in his ear. “Turn on your side.”

The captain did as she had ordered, and Steve closed his eyes as he smelled the familiar scent of Peggy’s cold cream, violets and almonds blended together in a unique mixture that was so perfectly her. A little gasp escaped his voice when he felt the intrusion of the nozzle entering him, mixed with the kisses the woman was eagerly pressing to his neck to distract him. She slid behind him then so that she was spooning her body against his and he hated that he felt a twitch of arousal at her silk slip rubbing against him and the firmness of her beasts against his back. He gasped slightly as she held up the bag and suddenly warm water was rushing inside of him, vanishing the chill from his body slowly yet giving him an uncomfortable feeling that made him want to squirm to escape it.

Steve’s hand clenched into a fist as Peggy began to suck a mark against his neck, and he whined lowly at the odd mixture of feelings. Oh, her lips on him were so good and it was sending a message straight to his cock while his stomach cramped in complaint of the warm water flowing into him. Peggy propped herself up on her arm and as she moved her breasts brushed in a sweeping motion up his back and he could feel the hardness of her nipples thinly disguised by her brassiere. She moved then so that both of her hands were free so that she could run a hand down his stomach, rubbing away a cramp that struck him soothingly. His breathe sped as she did so, her delicate hand was so close to his arousal and it was as if she was reading his mind when her hand moved down and grasped him.

He closed his eyes tightly, her name escaping his lips and then suddenly her hand was gone and when it came back there was a stronger sent of cold cream and the stroking was speeding. Groaning, Steve trembled as he felt the water rushing into him painfully mixing with the amazing pleasure of his lover’s hand around his cock. Her lips were against him then and he cried out softly as he cramped at the same moment that her grip tightened, sending a hard wash of pleasure through-out him. He had stopped noticing the chills by now, and the warmth of the water that was finishing filling him made him desperate for the woman to finish her ministrations.

When she bit his neck, Steve finally felt his orgasm wash over him with a more intense pleasure than he had ever experienced. He gripped a blanket under his palms, shaking as he felt it come over him. Peggy yanked a tissue from the side table and wiped her hand off; smiling softly at Steve as he hurried to dress enough that he could excuse himself to the bathroom. When he returned, Peggy slid under the blankets of the bed and pulled him close to her under them. She ran a hand through his soft blond hair then, silent and soothing in her motions she did so. Neither of them spoke of what had happened, but under the warmth of the blanket, listening to the calmness of Peggy’s breathing, Steve fell asleep.

The evening hadn’t gone as he might have planned, but he’d find when he awoke, that his own past experiences had prepared him for the shame much better than Bucky’s had. While Steve remained in the same dynamic in his relationship, the once cocky and charming Sergeant Barnes could no longer look Nurse Florence fully in the eye; his self image had been based on a self-confidence which was far too shaken from the experience. Steve had wrapped an arm around his sidekick’s shoulders and he had looked down into his eyes, shaking his head at the embarrassed look he received. “Well, she kept you warm at night, didn’t she?” He teased, smirking at man’s deep blush.
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