Distraction.

Result of the June Poll.

Captain Peggy Carter saved the multiverse, but she could never go home. Instead being placed in a new dimension, Captain Carter began a new life working with SHIELD and particularly Natasha Romanov. Adjusting to life in 2014 is tough, not least navigating the new possibilities and new feelings Peggy begins to feel towards her new partner.

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“Anyone know the way to the Smithsonian? I’m here to pick up a fossil.”

Captain Peggy Carter couldn’t contain her smile, even as she rolled her eyes and slowed her pace to match the silver Lamborghini rolling beside her. In the driver’s seat a smirking redhead was lounging, peering over her mirrored sunglasses at the super soldier woman out of time.

Natasha Romanov.

Peggy had known she was going to be trouble the moment they met.

Fresh off a seventy year stint in an alternate dimension battling a Nazi-summoned super-sized squid, she’d been met by a world very different to the one she’d left. For the most part the changes were positive, a more tolerant world, advanced technologies, considerably better food… but she’d been put in the bizarre position of going from a woman ahead of her time in the 1940s to one considerably behind them in 2014.

Nat was a great example of just how behind the times she now was.

In Peggy’s day the Russians had been allies, women had been downtrodden, and wearing pants that tight would have been a scandal. Now here was a gorgeous redhead who had been an enemy of the state, was incredibly confident, and seemed to delight in any opportunity to show off her backside.

“Hilarious.” Peggy sighed, wiping a little sweat from her brow and flexing her massive arms. It had been a slow morning, a thirteen mile run in a little over half an hour, it seemed she was still not back at her peak yet. “Fury called?”

Nat flashed a crooked grin. “Do I need an excuse to visit a friend?”

“No.” Peggy admitted begrudgingly. Nat liked to pop in whenever she pleased, offering a teasing and a bottle of wine or some expensive, exotic food whenever she showed up on Peggy’s doorstep. It was nice, having a friend in a century so strange and lonely, but Peggy worried that friendship wasn’t what Natasha was really searching for.

Peggy had always hated the term ‘Queer’ it had always been used nastily and viciously in her time, but these days it seemed homosexuals and all the variations thereupon had reclaimed it as a badge of honour. She’d been called it enough times over her years, assertive and independent even before her body had been enhanced into a muscular Amazonian peak, and it still carried a sting.

Not so for Nat, a completely confident and open ‘queer’ woman.

What exactly that meant Peggy wasn’t entirely sure, Nat wasn’t a lesbian, at least judging by the many, many men she flirted with at any opportunity. Nevertheless, Peggy hadn’t worked up the courage to ask the prying questions as to how she identified or what new subdivision she felt fitted her best.

It wasn’t that she was uncomfortable, far from it, it was just that Natasha was so… much.

Peggy, despite being a gorgeous, intelligent, powerful woman, was also a virgin. Sex before marriage back in her day was a thing GIs did the second they hit foreign soil, not something a respectable woman considered. She’d been on dates, she’d kissed a few men, danced a few times, but she’d never found anyone other than Steve she would ever have considered marrying, and he had died so many years ago, thinking she was gone forever.

Natasha Romanov was a casually, confidently, completely sexual creature, and Peggy knew she wouldn’t be able to keep up even if she allowed her curiosity to win her over.

“Word is that there’s Chitauri weapons being auctioned off at a gala, we’re going in undercover to confirm.” Natasha said cheerfully as Peggy squeezed into the seat beside her.

The super-soldier shot her a questioning glance. “I’m not exactly experienced with spy work, and I’m certainly not inconspicuous.”

“You don’t have to be.” Nat grinned. “With you at the party looking glamourous and gorgeous, no-one will be paying attention to little old me.”

Peggy flushed. “I’m not sure that will work, you’re…” she trailed off, not sure how to say that Natasha was one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen without encouraging the redhead’s flirtations. “I’m not… comfortable, being in the spotlight like that.”

“You carry a big round shield with a union jack on it, Peg.” Nat smiled, peering at her over her sunglasses. “You’ll do great.”

-o-o-o-

Peggy was not doing great.

The gala she could handle. The odd looks were nothing new. She hadn’t even broken a sweat over the possibility of terrorists armed with alien weaponry potentially stalking the grounds of the old mansion.

Dancing with Natasha? That was a very different story.

She’d arrived to the gala by herself, dressed in long rich red gown that covered her from neck to ankle, leaving her arms bare. Her hair had been transformed into a luxurious flowing mane of rich chocolate, conveniently hiding the tiny earpiece disguised as an earring nestled on her left side. As Nat had said, she was a woman who had carried a massive union jack painted shield through war-torn Europe, she was not someone unused to the spotlight, but honestly she would have taken combat any day over her current situation.

Natasha Romanov was in her arms, looking like the most gorgeous creature to ever be conceived. Her smooth, lithe body was snug in a tight golden dress, its plunging neckline showing off her cleavage whilst its split travelled all the way up her hip far enough to make Peggy panic and obsess over the possibility she wasn’t wearing panties. Her scarlet hair poured down to her shoulders, framing her face, her smoky eyes, her perfect nose, her plush red lips…

Not only had Peggy never led in a dance before, she’d never had such a beautiful woman pressing tight against her, hands squeezing her muscles, perfume filling her nose. She was burning up, self-conscious in a way that was totally alien to her.

Natasha noticed.

“You’re almost as red as your dress, Peg.” She purred softly, smiling up at her as they waltzed.

“I… don’t know what you mean.” Peggy coughed nervously.

“Mm hm, sure.”

Peggy’s face grew even hotter.

“I’ve just not done this before.” She murmured, shooting an anxious glance over the other guests. Just as she’d feared, most of those not dancing were watching her and Nat, and even those who were took every opportunity to sneak a peek.

“Never danced?”

“Not with another woman, no.”

“Never kissed one either, huh?”

Peggy felt like her heart stopped.

“What!?” she squeaked, a little too loudly. The interested looks of the other guests suddenly became all the more intent, sensing excitement and hoping for scandal.

“The team is extracting the weapons now, all eyes on us.” Natasha crooned, draping her arms around Peggy’s neck and squishing herself snug against her belly. “Make it look good.”

“I… what… but… mh!” Peggy managed, before Natasha rose up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to her own.

She tasted divine, felt even better, and in an instant what was at first a fairly tame, chaste kiss transformed into something hungry and passionate. Natasha’s pillow-soft lips locked against her, her silky smooth tongue coiled around hers. She tasted of smoke and honey, spiced and sweet. Peggy felt a weak, flustered moan bubble up from her throat as her hands squeezed tight around Nat’s waist, clutching her possessively.

They broke apart, Peggy panting for breath, forehead pressing to Natasha’s. She realised how fiercely she was grabbing the redhead and quickly let go, trying to take a step back only for Nat to chuckle and follow.

“Damn Peg, I can tell you haven’t had a kiss since the forties.”

“Nat… I…”

“Come here.”

And Nat was on her again, this time with no restraints. Her supple hands grasped Peggy by the cheeks as she poured her tongue into her mouth, lips caressing and smacking wetly and shamelessly against her. A toned, athletic thigh rose and clasped around Peggy’s waist, forcing her in deeper as the redheaded Russian began climbing her like a tree.

Before she knew what was happening Peggy’s hands were roaming, one supporting Natasha’s back as she bent low into the kiss, eager for more. Another pawed at the thigh rubbing against her, feeling soft, strong skin against its palm, before sliding further and grasping Natasha’s plump, tight ass.

Natasha mewed as Peggy pawed her, and took the super-soldier’s lip between her teeth, tugging on it playfully before diving back against her.

Peggy’s moans joined Nat’s as, in the middle of the crowded dancefloor and with all eyes on them, they shared the longest, most passionate, most ravenous make-out session of their lives.

Peggy couldn’t control herself, and Nat didn’t want to, letting the massive amazon ravish her and let out all of that pent up need. The redhead gasped as Peggy forgot her own strength, gripping her backside so hard the spy could feel the meat of her cheeks spilling around her partner’s powerful fingers. Her heart raced with excitement, both from the base arousal and the exhibitionist thrill, as she moved her hands from Peggy’s burning cheeks to explore her Olympian physique.

Nat loved a strong woman, SHIELD was full of them, and it was a big part of why she stayed around, but Peggy was something else. How could any normal buff babe compare to Captain Carter, the ultimate super-soldier? She was a goddess, even compared to the actual gods that apparently existed, and god damn was she gorgeous. That face, that hair, those legs… and the chest!

Natasha giggled into the kiss, giddy with delight as she sank her fingers into Peggy’s bust and felt the plump swell of flesh embrace her. It might have been a bit much, poor Peg had been bordering on a panic attack the second she had seen Nat step out of the limo, and she might have just had a stroke when she was pulled out onto the dancefloor for a tango. To her credit she was really going for it now Nat had actually made her move, squeezing and purring and letting herself have fun. Poor thing must have been pent up for nearly a century by now, good thing Natasha was on hand to help.

Peggy gasped as Natasha’s fingers slid over her breast, feeling her heart pounding against the soft, delicate palm. She had never been touched like this, and even though she could still feel the eyes of the room on her, hear the murmurs and laughter of both derision and jealousy, she couldn’t have cared less at that moment.

She wanted to kiss Natasha forever, kiss her lips, her cheeks and every inch of her face. She wanted to work her lips up and down her neck and over her shoulders and her arms to her fingers. She wanted to pepper her collarbone with so many lipstick marks they were beyond counting. She wanted to lock her lips onto her belly and explore her navel with her tongue, then roam lower. She wanted to taste those strong thighs, feel them caress her cheeks, and bury her face snug into Natasha’s hot, wet, fragrant cunt.

She wanted to fuck. Hard and loud and messily and for as long as she possibly could. She wanted Natasha to sit on her face. Wanted to pin her to the bed with her mouth. Wanted to feel her warmth and wetness quivering around her.

She wanted to…

“Alpha six to Widow, package secure, mission accomplished.”

Nat’s lips left Peggy’s and the brunette ached for their return immediately. She panted hard and swallowed, burning with passion and then with horrible embarrassment as Nat casually tapped her comm and stepped back.

“Nicely done boys, return to base, Captain Carter and I will continue surveillance.”

Peggy glanced around, racing heart only growing faster as she saw all the eyes on her. Panic gripped her, but then Natasha’s hand took hers.

“Hell of a distraction, Captain.” The redhead smiled, giving her a squeeze. “Hotel?”

“Wh… what?”

“The job’s done… you want to go back to your apartment alone, or…?”

Peggy smiled after a moment, realising her meaning, and squeezed her back.

“Hotel.”