Agent Carter: The Right Partner

Someday. Afterward. Eventually. Those had been the motifs in Peggy’s thinking for almost as long as she could remember. Like weasel words for the poet of her mind. There would be time, it would all happen, everything would work out. When It Was All Over.

Now Hitler was dead. Mussolini, Hirohito, Schmidt, they were all gone. And where was Steve Rogers?

Over there, still. Fighting the war like it had never ended. Now it was war criminals, Soviets, mobsters. Peggy couldn’t blame him. He had seen things in the war that no man could want to bring back home. She had too, but then, she’d been vaccinated against it. Grown used to the darkness during peacetime, when she could be weaned on it. Steve, he had been thrown in the deep end before he’d learned to swim.

She tried to give him as much time as he needed to make his way back to her, but it was hard being in a relationship almost with herself, with her own idea of who he could be as a partner, if and when he ever even showed up!

Steve was understanding, of course. He probably wouldn’t even put up a fight if she told him they were done. He hadn’t proposed marriage, hadn’t even laid her really, He made it almost painfully obvious that he would accept her leaving him; their every meeting spent with him girding himself for her to break it off with him. No matter that she gave him every indication of being an all-or-nothing girl. It was maddening. She thought she was going crazy, working in the SSR, making excuses for him by way of holding onto her own war.

She started going out with Daniel as a friend. The two odd ducks of the SSR, able to put up a unified front at work functions, parties, and other social events. It was shocking to her how awkward and nervous she felt the first time she accompanied him, as if somehow she was being unfaithful to Steve. Almost enough to make her shy away from further enterprises together. It wasn’t until later that she realized her feelings were not guilt over some unfairness to Rogers, but trepidation over her own attraction to Daniel. And by then, it was too late. She enjoyed his company far too much to let her own lust scotch it.

Somewhat to her chagrin, Daniel’s gentlemanly behavior gave her nothing to feel guilty about, even as her nerves died down and she became comfortable with the idea of a man in her life besides Steve. He remained at the limit of only mild physical intimacy. On their first few dates he would only hold her hand or take her arm, though the wistfulness in his voice when he said goodbye was as good an indication of his feelings as a good-night kiss. They went to see a movie together—Peggy insisted on a thriller and nearly crawled into his lap after an interminable wait for the scary bits, whereupon he finally took her into his strong arms. It was almost enough to make Peggy feel delusional. She could tell he was thinking of how beautiful and desirable she was, thinking it so ferociously that Peggy could only feel disappointed that he did nothing to seduce her. 

They went dancing, finally. Peggy plied herself with liquor, not letting on that she had a hollow leg for the stuff—an Irish in her family tree somewhere, perhaps—and put on a tipsy act that was virtually begging him to feel her up. Daniel held her close as they danced, a mixture of willingness and discomfort as he felt her breasts crush against his broad chest, until he couldn’t very well say no to the feel of his hardening manhood pressing against her lower belly. It felt like he was telling himself Peggy didn’t know what she was doing, but Peggy could see his eyebrows knit together in confusion as she brushed her lips against his and he didn’t smell booze on them.

Somewhere along the line, he lost control of himself all at once. As her breasts heaved against his body and his prick seemed maddeningly hard, he was suddenly pushing her into a shadowed alcove of the ballroom, one arm trapping her against his body, one hand cupping her breast. He kissed her, his tongue moistly sweet inside her warm, willing mouth as he backed her against the wall. Peggy was breathless as his hand landed on her softly curved hip, groping it through her dress, his virile hardness seeming to bore a hole in her belly. She was panting for it, her hands in his hair, feeling a feverish heat coming off the back of his neck and his scalp. Then he backed away, tripping lightly before he came to a stand in the division between the light thrown from the dancehall chandelier and the little oasis of darkness they’d taken shelter in. Peggy could see him struggling with himself, and she almost struck an alluring pose like some glamour girl to draw him back into the dimness with her, but whatever he argued to himself, it worked. His erection died down, his breathing evened out, and he ran his hands through his hair to slick it back down from the mess she’d mussed it into.

“I think… I should take you home, Ms. Carter. Agent Carter.”

Peggy could’ve rolled her eyes if she didn’t think that would’ve been too harsh for him. “Peggy. Still. As always.”

In the car, Peggy could’ve screamed, she was so frustrated. He had gotten her wildly aroused, filled her up with yearning for him until she could’ve done the deed then and there, then he had left her hanging, just when she was putty in his hands! It was worse than being ignored; it was like he was turning his nose up at her!

She crossed her arms at a stoplight, unable to hold back her characteristically smart tongue any longer. “Would you care to explain your actions, Mr. Sousa?”

Daniel hunched forward across the wheel, the muscles of his forearms standing out as he pushed against it. “Aw, heck, Peg… it’s not like I was trying to ravish you, I swear, I just forgot myself. When a guy’s with a girl like you, and he doesn’t know any better—no, not that I, I did know better, I respect Cap like hell, he rescued me and a hundred other guys from that prison camp.”

“And you don’t respect me?” Peggy asked, taking a vindictive glee in seeing him sputter in an apologetic apoplexy for a few moments. “If you really respect me, you should respect me enough to jolly well finishing ravishing me instead of leaving the job half-done. Mr. Sousa.”

Now Daniel was simply speechless. Peggy usually wouldn’t have minded that, but now it drove her to heights of irritation she’d never reached before, even when dealing with Nazis and Russians. Reaching into his lap, she tugged down his zipper. She didn’t have to do anything else. His erection bulged from his briefs and out of his open fly.

Peggy gasped at the sight. His member was enormous, throbbing mightily and as hard as stone. Fresh desire gushed into Peggy as she stared hungrily at his manhood. It was obvious that he couldn’t wait any more than she could. 

“Pull over,” Peggy said softly. “I want that magnificent thing going inside me.”

It was now clear that Daniel was hers to do with as she pleased, as much as she had ever offered to be his. He breathlessly turned down a dead-end alley, the Studebaker’s headlights shooting crazy shadows up the brickwork of the walls before Daniel parked it and killed the lights. Peggy made sure he could see her by the moonlight as she brought her legs up out from under the glove compartment and up onto her seat, facing him, her legs sprawling across the bench seating towards him, her dress riding up to her thighs.

“Mount me,” she said in no uncertain terms, letting her voice go low and husky.

It proved to be an enticement that was impossible to resist. Daniel opened the buckle on his belt, pulling it out of the way so it wouldn’t be between their bodies as he crawled between her legs. He supported the weight of his torso on his hands, planted to either side of Peggy’s head so he would be able to look her in the eye as he entered her.

Peggy reached down between them and eagerly pulled his swollen manhood to the gates of her sex, whimpering as its tip touched her. Then he was going inside, inch by inch, opening her up for his endowment to go deeper. 

“God!” Peggy moaned. She threw her long legs upward as if convulsing, wrapping them tightly around his ribs. Peggy feverishly humped against his loins, wincing as her pussy stretched further, even more of his cock inside of her.

“Fuck me, Daniel!” Her cries were loud enough to be heard from the rooftops, but Peggy could hardly care. She squeezed her thighs tight on his waist and drove herself against his cock until she was fucking him more than he was fucking her. “Unh! Unh! You’re going into me! Your cock’s stretching my pussy! You’re—after so long—!”

Daniel grunted as he thrust into her, eyes closed as if unable to bear the sight of her, brow furrowed as he concentrated only on pleasing her, filling her throbbing cunt and finding the rhythm that her rocking hips demanded. He felt her womanhood grasp and suck at his penetration of her, pulling at his member even as he entered her all the way, buried to the hilt in the gurgling tightness of her sex. Even as Peggy evinced pain, moaning and sweating, her pussy still clasped his prick. He was almost hesitant to continue, her need seemed so overwhelming, so unlike the reserved, proper Englishwoman he had thought he’d known.

But he was definitely well-acquainted with Peggy’s iron will, and he came to know it once more as she gave him a brisk slap, forcing his eyes open in surprise. She was looking up at him with outright demand in her gaze. “Hard, Daniel. Fuck me hard.”

He did as she said, fucking her with pounding thrusts in and out of her wet slit. Panting and groaning herself, Peggy threw her arms around his broad shoulders and clawed at his back, trying to get another inch of his magnificent prick inside her, as if he could possibly be holding back.

“My cunt’s so wet!” she cooed, kissing all over the side of his face that was turned to her as he pumped rhythmically in and out of her, her womanhood suckling at him with every thrust. “You’re making me do it, Daniel! Keep going! Don’t stop! As hard as you can! I want to come for you, want to so bad…”

Her mound rushed up to meet his strokes, their bellies slapping together as they shared in the feast they’d so long denied themselves. Peggy threw her head back, shaking it back and forth wildly as he buried his face in her cleavage, which was jiggling with every thrust he made into her sex.

“Make me do it, make me do it! Keep fucking me! Yes, yes, oh yes! My cunt’s throbbing! I can feel it, it’s happening! Shit, Daniel, Daniel, I’m commmiiinnngggg!”

Her womanhood contracted snugly around his dick, nursing its painful stiffness with perfect pressure, almost seeming to milk him as Peggy came in one spasm after another. Daniel tried to resist the succulent tightness surrounding his cock, wanting to continue pleasuring Peggy even more than he wanted to stay inside her sweet cunt. But it was too good to resist. Burying himself inside of her one last time, he very nearly howled as his load poured out of him, filling every last fold of Peggy’s sex that his cock had not.

Peggy was just in the middle of her orgasm—or possibly having another one, she had long since lost the ability to tell the difference—when she felt his seed pumping out of him and filling her pussy with its thick, salty warmth. For a moment, Peggy gaped in wonderment as she registered just how prodigiously he was filling her up. Howard had discussed inventing a prophylactic for the morning after a sexual encounter; Peggy thought she would have to inquire after his progress in very short order.

After a full fifteen seconds, the volleys of hot cum had stopped, leaving Peggy stuffed but satisfied. A smile of wanton exhaustion spread across her sweaty face, and she lewdly flexed her inner muscles with what little energy remained to her, prompting an answering throb from Daniel’s prick as it released the dregs of his burning cum.

“Agent Sousa…” Peggy breathed. “And I thought I had been waiting a long time for this…”

That did it for her fellow agent. He collapsed on top of her, his face in her full breasts. Through her dress, he surely could feel the firmness of her bra against his cheek. Peggy cupped his head lovingly, shutting her eyes to share in the moment of decadent satiation. It was crazy to think that they’d only just started, that this was the tip of the iceberg. There was much more of his body she wanted to explore, and plenty of her own flesh that she wanted to teach him about. They hadn’t even made it to a bed, which would surely only make things more satisfying.

Peggy smiled, not even able to feel guilt. She would have to tell Steve, to make a clean break of it, but for now, it didn’t matter to her if what she’d done was sinful or shameful. It’d been done, there was no turning back, and it was every bit as good as she could’ve hoped for.

And, Peggy thought as she felt a stirring inside her pussy, it might not be over yet.