A chat that went too far...

[A/N: Warning I have never written such a scene before. This is the first time and it is extremely cringe. If you want, you can skip this chapter as nothing of important takes place. I hate myself for writing this.... Aahhhh.... This is so bad. PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER!]

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When I planned to drop her. I had absolutely no plans to laze around her apartment and drink while hearing her sob story.

And I definitely don't like the current part of the story.

"I don't know… I don't know. He was always about patriotism, everything else for him was secondary." She took a sip from her glass. "I find it funny, how I always ran after him… yet he didn't even notice me."

I have no intention or interest to listen to her mumbling about her 'dead' crush.

She was drowning herself in alcohol. Her hair was slightly messed up and yet her makeup was still perfect despite all the tears. Maybe she wasn't wearing much makeup in the first place.

I remained silent, not uttering a single word. 

"You know… I hated you in the past. I hated how greedy you were, never caring much about the country nor the people. You have always been selfish… and maybe that's why you were never left with a broken heart." She emptied her glass, before pouring another one.

Note that she already had more than a couple of drinks even during the party.

"I lost him and even my project. But because of this I also realized that I was stupid holding onto those things. Being dedicated to the job left me with little to no time to take care of myself and being dedicated to Steve left me with a broken heart." She poured… which seemed to be her 4th glass. 

"Why aren't you drinking? You barely drank even at the party." She passed a glass towards me.

"No, it's alright." She frowned. "I don't want to be the only one drinking."

*Sigh*

I took the glass and gulped down the alcohol. My healing factor is special… Well, I modified it to be able to make me drunk... when I want to be drunk. As not being able to enjoy a good wine or beer sucks.

Seeing me gulping down the entire glass made her smile. "That's better, but nowhere near enough." She poured me another glass.

"I shouldn't be drinking too much. I have a meeting to attend in the morning." I tried refusing but it was to no avail.

"Drink." She was way too drunk to process my words. "You are one weird guy.  Girls flock around both you and Howard, but unlike him… who most probably bedded all of them. You don't even bat an eye towards them." She frowned. "Are you gay?" I nearly choked on the glass of wine.

"I was not interested in any of them." I answered with a single sentence. "And no, I am not gay." This definitely needs to be addressed.

The answer didn't please her as a frown appeared on her face. "Don't lie about not being interested in them." She said. "They were gorgeous. Even the old men were interested in them."

Which girls was she talking abo- Oh! The ones from the meeting two weeks ago.

I took a sip from the glass as a chuckle escaped my lips. "Probably they were. But I am neither Howard nor those old men. If I don't find the woman interesting, no matter how beautiful she is… I won't even bother talking to her." 

She poured another glass for me. "And besides, if I want to ogle a beautiful woman… I would rather look at you."

What the hell was I saying? Maybe the drinks were getting to me. And maybe letting them affect me was a bad idea? Nah, it's fine.

Her eyes widened before letting out a belly laugh. "You are an enigma Marcellus, a total enigma. No one in this field is like you. You are like a Rubik's Cube… no." She shook her head. "You are more of a Calcudoku puzzle, nigh-impossible to solve." 

"And why is that?" I asked, keeping away the vodka.

"You find me more beautiful than those women?" This made me chuckle.

"Yes." I let myself sink into the sofa. "Unlike those women, who run after the men in the hopes of gaining riches and power… you are not interested in such things. Other than talking to the officials only when necessary, you don't even look towards the men." 

I turned my head towards her. "You, Peggy Carter, are a strong and independent woman, the type I prefer." 

I sighed. "And no matter how rough times are… you never give up. And that's wh-"

My words came to a halt as the soft feeling of her lips interlocking with mine stopped those words from escaping.

My eyes widen at the sudden realization of what just occurred. I lightly pushed her, before asking. "What are you doing?" 

She didn't respond and instead gave me another deep kiss. But unlike previously, I didn't back down and pushed her down onto the sofa. 

"This is not right. And you know that." The answer I received was a simple. "I don't care."

I wasn't even sure at this point if it was the alcohol in our systems, the sexual frustration, or the lust we felt towards each other. But before anyone of us knew what was going on… .

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we laid naked above one another.

"You can still back down." I don't like forcing any women. "There is still time."

"No. I know what I am doing. " She said before pulling me down for another kiss. 

This kiss was far more intense. Both of our eyes were clouded with lust as the saliva running down our mouth was the proof of it.

None of us backed down from the kiss but ultimately I pulled away. 

"You are beautiful." I said and dragged kisses towards her navel. A soft moan escaped her lips as at the sensation of my cold lips on her soft skin made her shiver.

Running my fingers down her back made her shiver even more. "S-stop teasing me." Her voice was sensual yet soft.

Splitting open her legs, I find the beautiful folds of her vagina. An alluring smell enters my nose the moment I get closer to her vagina.

Pushing my tongue towards it, I play with her clitoris. Her muscles tense feeling my touch on her clit. 

I played with her bottom lips till she came. Having to go through sexual frustration for so long, it doesn't take long to reach her first orgasm. 

She moaned. "Take me." Which made me push my finger on her soft lips. "*Shuush* Just enjoy the feeling." 

I said as I went up and softly bit down her hardened nipple. She released another moan as my hand played with her other breast. 

The feeling of her soft breasts aroused me even more. 

My right hand reached down her clit and started playing with it. Her moans were enticing which made my drunken self even more uncontrollable.

"S-Stop." I wasn't going to… or at least, I didn't want to. Her moans were music to my ears.

I gave her another soft peck on the lips as my shaft poked her vagina. Her nails dug into my back as I kissed her neck. 

"Just fuck me already, you bastard!" Wow, looks like being drunk makes one forget manners and language.

I nodded and unhurriedly pushed the tip inside. The wetness clamped around me, stroking my cock gently. I would burst have if I wasn't careful.

Her moans intensified and so did my thrusts. She was way too tight, and the way she moved along with my trust… proved that she had very little experience.

Experienced women doesn't move like that.

"Don't slow down." I did as told and increased my pace.

Her body visible jerked as the pleasure made her eyes roll over her head. 

"I-I can take it anymore!" The walls of her vagina clenched my cock hard, which 'nearly' made me cum. But my abilities prevented it.

But... I was close as well. "I will increase my pace." I need to be mindful of my powers, she is just a normal human after all.

"W-wait." I didn't listen nor care that she just came. I kept thrusting as her moans grew louder from the pleasure. She was way too sensitive after cumming once. 

It didn't take much longer for both of us to climax this time around. 

"I-I am cumming." She didn't register and instead moaned out my name.

"Marcel~!" 

Climaxing just once was nowhere near enough for me. But Peggy already came twice and she was tired from all the drama that happened today. 

She was barely awake at this point. 

"Are… you alright?" I frowned and looked at the teardrop that trailed her eye. 

"Yeah. I... thank-" She wasn't able to complete her sentence as the fatigue got to her.

"*Sigh* Rest. You need it." I lightly patted her head."

But I do wonder… What will be her reaction tomorrow?