Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or it's characters; this is strictly for my own amusement.

Author's Notes: Steve and Peggy's story touched me deeply and so this story came into my head early one morning. I'd been thinking about them since seeing the movie and giving them a love scene seemed to fit and of course, it's not in the movie. I hope you like it.

Porn Battle XII prompts: Captain America: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers: touch, foreplay, kiss, gentle, virgin, last chance.


Chapter 1: Saying Goodbye

Steve's tent, after his last USO show:

Peggy and Steve had a moment to talk before his mission to rescue his friend Bucky who was in the hands of a mad man behind enemy lines. The mission was a true test for Steve, something he'd wanted since getting the chance to be a true soldier. He wanted this all his life and now it was coming true.

It was late and everyone had turned in for the night. Peggy had just arrived hoping to talk him out of his insane idea of parachuting behind enemy lines without any backup. She was really worried about him. She stared at him, but other thoughts about him pushed themselves to the front of her mind. She couldn't help it, as her eyes roamed over his body with a will of their own. He really was something; he was also a good man.

She sighed. "I know you have to do this, Steve, I do, and I'm behind you 100%, but …" She hesitated.

Steve sighed as he removed his helmet and placed it on a shelf full of helmets ready for use. He stared at them for a moment and thought, no more of that. He turned to her then and she was staring at him. He'd seen those looks before. They were the same as the one from that other young woman who had kissed him. He shook his head unfamiliar with those types of looks from women. "I'm happy to hear that, Peggy, but you had me worried there for a little while," he said and quirked a smile.

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you did try and kill me," he replied and waited for an explanation. Her actions totally confused him.

She ducked her head to hide her embarrassment. "You deserved it," she admitted.

"I did, but why?"

"You know why. I've never been so angry."

The bells went off in his head. "Oh, you mean the kiss, don't you? Peggy, I explained or tried to explain, but you wouldn't listen. It was not my idea to kiss her. She kissed me." He paused when she hadn't said anything. "Don't you believe me?" He asked hoping she would.

She looked at him and she did believe him. There was something in his eyes that told her he would never lie to her, never lead her on or hurt her. "I believe you, Steve," she finally replied and gave him a smile.

Relieved, he returned her smile. "Thank you, Peggy." He came closer. "Your belief in me; it means everything."

She watched him come closer and tried to calm her racing heart. "Don't come any closer, Steve."

"Peggy, what is it?"

She shook her head at him. "You really have no idea about women, do you?"

He wasn't sure what she meant, but then it dawned on him. "Well, I …" he hesitated.

"It's true, isn't it? You've never …? You know what I mean, don't you?"

He sighed and turned from her and went to change for the mission. "I told you before. I've never even been on a date, not ever," he admitted embarrassed.

Peggy felt bad for prying into his personal life. "I'm sorry, Steve," she told him then he had a thought and it may be their only chance. With the war all around them, who knew what would happen to them. "I'll go out with you. All you have to do is ask me."

Surprised by that comment, Steve slowly turned to face her. "You mean that, don't you? You aren't just taking pity on me?" He asked needing to know.

"Of course not," she replied shocked he would ask that. "Well, is it a date?" She smiled and waited for his answer.

He smiled back warmed by her question. "It's a date." He then glanced at his watch. "Not much time left; I should change." Then he began to remove his clothes, not the least bit self-conscious around her. After all, she had seen him half-naked recently.

"Hmmm, Steve?"

He was unbuckling his trousers to remove the rest of his superhero costume unaware of the effect he was having on his friend. "Yeah?" He asked, not turning around as he dropped his pants and there he stood in nothing but his boxers.

Peggy was so stunned by his actions that she couldn't believe it at first then she began to feel light headed. "Oh dear," she murmured as she touched her forehead.

Steve rushed to her side. "Here, sit down for a minute," he said and led her to his cot in the corner. "Are you ill? You don't look well," he stated then touched her forehead.

Peggy couldn't help it, as she closed her eyes for a moment enjoying his touch. She slowly opened her eyes and having no control over them, they roamed over his magnificent body, from this strong throat to his wide shoulders, the powerful arms, the ripped chest, the narrow waist, and all that was below his waist had her mouth going dry.

Steve was so confused by her stares and then he touched his chest. "What's wrong? Is it the experiment? Do you see something?" He glanced down at himself.

"No, Steve, there's nothing wrong. You're fine. It's me," she admitted.

"What do you mean?"

He really was an innocent. Peggy then realized she was no different from the woman who had grabbed him and kissed him the other day. One thing was true. He wouldn't have any problems anymore, not in the date department, that's for sure. She stood up and turned from him. "I should leave so you can get dressed."

Steve suddenly understood and he accepted that she knew him, understood him, and knew what he was feeling. He remembered their talks before all of this had happened before his transformation, and he trusted her. "Peggy wait, please," he ran to her and touched her arm, but when he turned her to face him, there were tears on her cheeks.

She tried to pull away from him. "Steve, I have to go."

He took her by the shoulders. "We had a date remember?"

"But I don't understand."

"I think you do," he murmured then he touched her cheek, wiping her tears away. Should I kiss her? I can see it in her eyes. She wants me to kiss her. Steve leaned down a little. She closed her eyes. He closed his eyes. Their lips touched softly at first, then more pressure, then more still. Heads turned, tongues touched and moans were uttered. Peggy raised her arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. She ran her fingers through his hair, clutching the back of his neck and kissed him back the way he needed to be kissed, and she needed it too. Peggy moaned again.

Steve admitted to himself how much he liked the sound. He liked the way it made him feel. His strong arms tightened around her and then he suddenly picked her up and took her back to his cot and laid her down. We should stop, shouldn't we? He ignored the voice in his head. He kissed her again, as his lips wandered across her soft cheek to her beautiful throat, kissing her all the while, down to her chest.

Peggy was thinking what a fast learner he was and then she couldn't think of anything else because Steve was helping her remove her clothes, kissing every part of her that was exposed to him. Her nylons were removed slowly. Her legs were strong and so soft he couldn't seem to stop touching them. Once she was completely naked, he couldn't help but stare. He'd never seen a woman naked before. Peggy understood as she took his hand and placed in on her left breast. "It's alright."

Steve closed his eyes and squeezed. Peggy moaned again. "Am I hurting you?" Steve asked worried about her.

"Hmmm, not at all," she replied as she pulled his head down and kissed him again. He returned her kisses, and she could feel his erection against her thigh throbbing and waiting. She touched him and now it was his turn to moan. She opened her legs for him. "Touch me," she managed to say between kisses.

He did as she told him and for the next half hour, Peggy taught Steve the ways of love, to touch, to kiss, to hold, to feel and he was definitely a fast learner. She moaned into his mouth and thrust her tongue inside. He filled his palms with her beautiful breasts and pressed his kisses deeper. His mouth wandered down her throat until he reached her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and tugged delicately. She tasted like the stars would taste, he knew. She gasped as a shiver of desire ran from her breast to her womb. She leaned back to give him better access. "Don't stop, please," she begged. She pushed her breasts higher for him to taste her and he did. He went to her other breast and laved the nipple over and over again. Peggy could not help her moans. They were getting louder and louder.

Steve was so aroused that he thought he might burst from wanting her, but he managed to control himself which totally surprised him. He slowly lifted his head and stared into her eyes and kissed her again. He entered her then. Peggy cried out with the sudden strain. Her muscles constricted against the invasion, then melted beneath the liquid fire of his penetration.

"Yes, yes, don't stop." Peggy pulled his head down and kissed him, lifted her hips to meet him, and her legs went around his hips to pull him closer. "Oh, yes," Peggy closed her eyes and let it happen. She followed him to the highest peak and over.

All too soon, it was time to go. They both got dressed, and Peggy watched him a little wistfully feeling as if this would be the last time they would see each other. It's just the war, she thought but the feeling would not go away. She pulled him into her arms. "Please be careful, Steve."

"I will, don't worry," he replied and held her close. "Thank you, Peggy," he said and kissed her cheek.

She should have been a little insulted but she wasn't, not at all. "You're welcome, now hurry, Stark will be here shortly."

He touched her cheek. "I will see you soon, I promise."

"Goodbye, Steve."

"Goodbye, Peggy."

Tears blinded her as she watched him board a jeep and head to the runway for the mission. She watched until she couldn't see him anymore.

The end?


A/N: If you saw the movie, then you know what happens. *whimpers* How tragic and sad. Their story just tugged at my heart strings. What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic. Please tell me your thoughts. Reviews are love.