The cozy Swiss chalet was nestled in a snow-covered valley, warm light glowing from its windows. Inside, a crackling fire cast flickering shadows across rustic wooden beams. Agent Peggy Carter sat curled in a plush armchair, her bare skin glowing in the firelight. She gazed out the frosted window, lost in thought.
It had been a harrowing mission. Infiltrating that HYDRA base, narrowly escaping with the intel, the firefight in the mountain pass. For days she'd feared the worst, with no word from Steve. But he'd made it out. He always did.
The door creaked open, letting in a gust of frigid air. "Pegs? I made some hot cho-" Steve's voice cut off abruptly as he took in the sight of her. The mugs slipped from his hands, shattering on the floor in a spray of steaming liquid.
Peggy's eyes sparkled mischievously. "If you're going to make a mess," she said in a low voice, "at least make it on me."
Steve stood frozen, his jaw slack and eyes wide. The firelight danced across Peggy's curves, casting her in an ethereal glow. His gaze traced the elegant line of her neck, down to her collarbone, then lower still. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
"I... uh... you're..." he stammered, his face flushing crimson.
Peggy arched an eyebrow. "Use your words, darling. I know you have them."
Steve ran a hand through his hair, still rooted to the spot. "Gosh, Pegs. You're just... wow."
She laughed softly. "Eloquent as ever, Captain." Her eyes sparkled with amusement and desire. "Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to come keep me warm?"
Steve took a halting step forward, promptly stumbling over the shattered mugs. Catching himself on the doorframe, he let out a nervous chuckle.
"Careful there, Cap," Peggy teased, as she uncurled from the chair with feline grace. She sauntered towards him, hips swaying hypnotically. "Come now, darling. Surely the great Captain America isn't afraid of little old me?"
"N-no ma'am," Steve managed, voice cracking. "Just... admiring the view."
Peggy closed the distance between them, her fingertips brushing against Steve's chest. She could feel his heart racing beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. Slowly, deliberately, she traced the contours of his pec, marveling at the sculpted muscles beneath her touch.
"How I’ve missed you," she murmured, her voice husky. Her eyes locked with his, a mixture of tenderness and desire in her gaze.
Cap trembled slightly under her caress, his breath catching in his throat. Peggy's touch was electric, sending shivers down his spine. She leaned in close, her lips barely brushing his ear as she whispered, "I can't help but wonder... just how much stamina did that super soldier serum give you?"
Steve's eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck. Before he could stammer out a response, Peggy's fingers curled into his shirt. With surprising strength, she pulled him towards her, backing up towards the bedroom.
Then letting go, she walked to the doorway of the bedroom, and turned, giving Cap a glorious view of her perfect bottom. "Shall we put it to the test, Captain?" she said, a playful gleam in her eye.
Unable to form coherent words, Steve could only nod and say, “Yes, ma’am,” before he followed Peggy into the darkened bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.
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