Preview of a Currently Untitled Steggy Work
So, I'm a little bit bummed that I didn't get to do what I wanted to do for Day 7 of Steggy Week. Between my wrist and a CEU course this weekend I paid WAY too much money for, the odds were stacked against me. Especially since I basically only had an outline.
So, I'm a little late, but I'm going to post a preview of the story. This would probably be chapter 1 or the prologue if I was going to do it in chapters, but in my brain it's absolutely a one shot.
This way, my brain feels like I've managed Day 7 (even if I'm late... oops) but I'm still going to eventually be able to write the whole story in a way I feel like it needs to be written (because I'm absolutely not going to post WIPs at this time. Sorry)
Oh, And I'm not revealing what this is an AU of... I'd love to see if you can guess. ;)
Title: Untitled Steggy AU Preview
By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
Distribution: Tumblr Only Preview, not beta'd
~*~
Peggy got this feeling, sometimes, that things weren’t quite right.
Standing over the stove, stirring the noodles as they softened in the boiling water, the sauce bubbling in the pot next to them, she suddenly got the feeling something wasn’t right. Things felt… fuzzy. Soft. Just out of focus. For a second, she couldn’t feel the heat of the steam or smell the tang of the tomato sauce. For a second, there was nothing.
Then it all came rushing back. Her face was warm and the sauce burbled next to her and the timer was ringing just to her side to remind her to take the garlic bread out of the oven.
With a sigh she shook her head, pulling the spoon from the pot and opening the oven below, the fragrant cloud of garlic and oregano overtaking her as she carefully wrapped her apron around the edge of the pan and pulled it out.
Steve would be home soon. She needed to be ready.
~*~
He pulled into the driveway just like every night. She watched as he cut the lights and waved to Bucky as he stepped out of his own car just next door. The base housing was cookie cutter and mass produced. It was so similar it depressed her some days, but sometimes the symmetry of it, the way the men all pulled in at the same time and the lines the manicured lawns made up and down the streets surrounding the Lehigh Camp, made her feel safe.
Feeling safe was a novelty. After years on the front in Europe, she still felt every day like there was someone around the corner, sneaking up on her. She couldn’t get over the feeling of being watched, being hunted.
The base psychiatrist said it was normal, that all the men, and some of their wives, felt it. Dr. Werner had offered her a little vial of pills with a smile that sat, untouched, in her bedside drawer.
She looked at Steve, and she felt safe, even if the rest of the time she felt like she was in terrible danger.
~*~
Peggy sighed, looking over the rollers before picking one up. She nearly jumped when she saw Steve’s face in the mirror. “I forget how quiet you can be,” she smiled at him in the mirror when his smile dropped when he saw her startle.
“Didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” he replied, leaning against the doorway.
She swiftly pulled a section of hair away from her face and rolled it around the soft material of her rag rollers before pinning it to her head. “On an observation mission?” she asked, eyeing him in the mirror. From her vantage point in the reflection, all she could see were his broad arms popping from his military issued undershirt. She knew he still had his slacks on, knew he liked to pull the stuffy collared shirt off as soon as dinner was over. It was a look she loved.
Steve ran a hand through his hair and ducked his head, suddenly shy. “Am I that obvious?”
Peggy picked up another curler and repeated the process, smiling. “You are staring at me.”
He licked his lips, huffing out a light chuckle. “Can’t get anything past you.” He moved away from the frame, coming oh so close to touching her but not. Her hands stilled as he took the roller from her fingers. “Don’t,” he said softly, putting it back in its spot in the bag on the counter. His hands moved back up as he met her gaze in the mirror, softly undoing the two curls she’d already done. “Not tonight.”
Peggy didn’t say anything as his fingers undid her curls. There was a sharp retort on her tongue about the women’s club tomorrow and being presentable in public that never formed, the words slipping away as she tried to keep her breathing even.
“I missed you today,” he started as he set the last curler down, his attention turning back to smoothing the two ringlet’s he’d left into the waves of her hair.
She let her eyes slip shut, lips curving of their own accord into a smile as he combed his fingers through her hair. “Did you now?”
He hummed, sweeping her locks to the side and pressing his lips to her neck. “I miss you every day.”
She let her hand weave up, wrapping around his head, holding him to her as his hands slipped around her waist. She leaned back into him, a retort forming on her lips that pulled her from the softness of the moment. The words she wanted to say, they felt rough and it snapped her eyes open. She looked at him in the mirror, watching as he intently ran his lips up the side of her neck, focused only on her.
She needed the comfort of his arms more than she needed to say the words, and something about that scared her.
She didn’t say them out loud, couldn’t find a way to let them form, but she mouthed them to herself in the mirror, anyway, desperate for them to escape her being.
I should be there, though.
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