[*Part 1*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p2l1xp/peggy_and_steve_at_comic_con_part_1_mfstrangers/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) *is mostly buildup. Part 2 has some steamy parts, but nothing too explicit.* [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p2lsne/peggy_and_steve_at_comic_con_part_3_mfstrangers/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) *is for adults only. While I hope you enjoy all three parts, I understand if some people want to just right to Part 3.*
The sun was shining so brightly, he was blinded for a moment. Raising his shield to shade his eyes, he scanned the courtyard. There, about 10 yards ahead walking slowly away from him, he saw her. The woman in the perfect Peggy Carter costume. He walked up, and tapped her on the shoulder.
She turned around.
Their eyes met.
Immediately, they both felt it.
The spark…
Some say the mythical spark of instant attraction is just that, a myth. Others know the truth, that it is all too real. If the spark strikes two people who both already have romantic partners, often one or both of them will have the fortitude to resist it out of respect for their current partner. Sometimes the allure of the spark is too much to resist, and they will stray. Maybe only for a single night, or maybe they give heed to the attraction and follow it wherever it might lead them.
In this instance, the spark occurred between two attractive, unattached people, who just happened to be cosplaying as characters with a romantic interest in each other. In this instance….
“Peggy and Steve! I can’t believe I found you.” said a voice from somewhere off in the distance.
Too busy staring into each other’s eyes, they did not move.
“Excuse me? You two are dressed as Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers, right?” said the voice again. This time much closer, but still not worth their notice.
It wasn’t until the stranger touched them both on the shoulder that they turned to look at him. They turned so suddenly, the man behind the voice stepped back in surprise.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” she managed to ask the man.
“The two of you. You’re dressed as Peggy and Steve. You know, Agent Carter and Captain America? I’m sorry to intrude, but we’re putting together kind of a group photo over there. I assumed you two were the Steve and Peggy who contacted me via email last week.”
“Ummm, no?” said the man dressed as Steve Rogers. “The two of us only just met. Well, we haven’t even met yet. We just…”
“What were you saying about taking a picture?” the woman dressed as Peggy Carter asked. She glanced over at “Steve” to see if he might want to play along.
“Yes,” the man said. “I suppose I should explain. We have a group of Marvel Cinematic Universe cosplayers ready to take some pictures, but we’re missing our Peggy and Steve. Uh, you two wouldn’t want to take their place. Would you?”
Not quite sure what to do, but wanting an excuse to spend more time together, they both nodded their heads at him.
“Great!” he said, “Our photographer is almost finished setting up. I’m Stan by the way. Oh, don’t bother with your names. I’m already in the process of forgetting the names of the twenty odd other cosplayers I just met today! I’ll just call you Steve and Peggy, if that’s alright with you.”
Stan turned and walked back toward a large group of cosplayers. Steve looked over at Peggy and raised an eyebrow. Returning his gaze and raising an eyebrow herself Pegg motioned for Steve to lead the way. He nodded and started walking after Stan. As he turned away from her Peggy allowed her gaze to take in the shape of the man she just met. She has to admit, he filled out the costume nicely. From his broad shoulders to his firm and round ass, she drank in the view with pleasure.
Realizing she was staring, Peggy raised her eyes and started after him. He slowed to allow her to catch up, and she took his arm as they walked up to the group. The ease with which she did this surprised both of them. Neither did anything to end their contact. If anything they leaned into each other a little more as they walked along arm in arm.
The group photo session was surprisingly enjoyable. The photographer managed the large group quite well. Not knowing their real names, he would just call out the names of their characters when he wanted them to move or adjust something.
“Hey! Iron Man! Could you lower your left arm a little please?”
“Black Widow? That might be a little too much cleavage for this shot.”
“Umm, Thor, you, maybe, might want to tighten your belt. Mjolner appears to be dragging down your pants.”
He soon had them all moving about, and posing in different clusters. Sometimes all of the men or women. Sometimes all of the space-based or Earth-based characters. Sometimes, only the characters with a romantic interest.
“Alright, I need Captain America and Peggy standing in the center. Let’s have Iron Man and Pepper on their left. Then Star Lord and Gamora on their right.”
This next pose had Peggy standing in front of Steve, with his hands on her shoulders. When his hands first touched her, she felt herself melt into him, leaning back into his broad chest.
“Steve and Peggy, that’s great! Now, I want Steve to lower his hands to her hips.”
He wasn’t sure what came over him in that moment, but rather than removing his hands from her shoulders and then placing his hands on her hips; he instead slid his hands along her shoulders, slowly down the sides of her body, gripped her waist momentarily, and then settled his hands at the top of her hips. He thought he felt her shiver slightly as his hands made their slow journey down her body.
She also wasn’t sure what came over her, but a soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt his gentle caress. She surprised herself by shifting her weight, and leaning forward slightly so that her ass pressed back into his crotch. It was difficult to be sure through the layers of costumes, but she was pretty sure she could feel him growing harder beneath her. Hearing the moan that emanated from deep within his chest, and feeling his grip tighten on her hips, she knew she was affecting him. His grip tightened again, and he pulled her back, pressing her against his growing bulge. She could not ignore the effect he was having on her now. Her body was responding to him in a way she had not experienced in years. She wasn’t sure where this was leading, but she knew she wanted to find out.
“That’s great everyone. Hold that pose for just a few more seconds!” called the photographer, snapping Steve and Peggy out of their reverie.
Momentarily flustered, they both followed the photographer’s instructions as he moved about snapping a pictures from different angles. At the same time intensely aware of the of the body pressing against their own. They could feel the other person’s deep breaths as they fought to remain in control of their needs.
When, at last, the photographer called an end to the session, Steve reluctantly released his grip on Peggy’s hips. Only then did he realize that as soon as she walked away from him, everyone else would get a glimpse of just how turned on the photography session had made him. As she stepped away, he remembered the shield strapped to his arm, and deftly slid his arm in front of himself to hide his growing erection.
Once he was confident his state of arousal was mostly covered, he looked around and saw Peggy chatting with the photographer. He felt a surprising surge of jealousy when she placed her hand on his arm while leaning in to listen to something he was saying to her. Steve walked over, not sure what to say, but sure he wanted to intervene. As you approached, Peggy turned to him and said, “This nice man has asked if we would like to pose for a few more pictures. He said he likes the way we look together. I told him I’d have to check with you, but I think it sounds like fun!”
“Why not,” Steve replied, “It sounds like fun.” Turning to the photographer he asked, “What did you have in mind?”
“Well,” said the photographer, “I’m thinking we could take a few pictures by that tree over there.” He motioned to a tree growing in the middle of the courtyard. It was flowering, with light pink petals occasionally floating from its branches to the ground. “The two of you look great together, and since you are obviously a couple, I was hoping that maybe I might be able to capture a picture of Captain America and Agent Carter kissing,” he said shyly.
“Oh!” said Steve, “There’s been a misunderstanding. We are not..”
“Not afraid of a minor public display of affection,” interrupted Peggy. “Isn’t that right, Steve?” she added as she playfully punched him, a little too hard, in his bicep.
“Umm, no, of course we aren’t,” replied. He wasn’t sure why she felt the need to mislead the photographer, but if it meant he’d have the opportunity to give this stunning woman a kiss, even if it is just staged, he was not going to argue with her.
Walking over to the tree, Peggy again took Steve’s arm, this time wrapping both of her hands around his bicep.
“It’s interesting that he thinks we’re a couple,” Peggy whispered. “I mean, we only just met an hour ago.”
“Well, we did get kind of familiar with each other during that last pose,” said Steve. “Holding you felt, I don’t know, comfortable. I guess we must have looked like we fit together.”
“Yes,” Peggy replied. “I suppose that must be it. So, are you OK with his request to capture us kissing? I did kind of rope you into these extra poses.”
“I’m OK with it if you are,” replied Steve. “I was just thinking that…”
“Alright! Steve and Peggy, are you ready?” The photographer called to them, interrupting whatever it was Steve was going to say.
Looking up, they realized they had traversed the courtyard without realizing it, and were now standing beneath the magnificent flowering tree. Peggy released Steve’s arm, and turned to face him. Their eyes met, and once again they felt the spark strike them.
“That’s great!” the photographer called. “Stand there, looking at each other, just like that!”
Peggy couldn’t have moved if she tried. Looking into his eyes, she realized she would follow whatever directions were called out, as long as it meant she could stay in the presence of this striking man.
“OK. I got that shot. Now, Steve, take Peggy’s hands in your own. Don’t move any closer. Just hold her hands.”
Steve vaguely heard and understood the instructions from the photographer. He automatically put out his hands, and she took them. “I should be embarrassed,” he thought. “Standing here like an idiot, with a silly grin on my face, gazing at this stunning woman I hardly know. But I’m not embarrassed. I’m thrilled to be here!”
“Great! That’s great! Let’s move on to the kiss now.”
At that moment a gust of wind swept across the courtyard, shaking the branches of the tree, sending a cascade of petals falling and swirling all around them. From their position within their own private maelstrom of pink floating petals, they each took a step forward, leaned in, and touched their lips together.
The kiss was electrifying. When talking about it later, they both described similar experiences. It was as if a tingling sensation began in their lips. From there it expanded, first through their cheeks and to the back of their necks, sending shivers cascading down their spine. As the tingling spark shot down their spines, it sent out flashes of pleasure along their nerves to their extremities. Instinctively they stepped closer, wrapping their arms around each other, enveloping themselves in warmth and tingles. It was unlike anything either of them had experienced before. They never wanted this feeling to end, but they knew the sensation must end. At least for now. As if by mutual agreement, they pulled their lips apart and looked at each other, foreheads touching, breathing heavily, and both overwhelmed at what they had just experienced.
*Continued in* [*Part 3*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p2lsne/peggy_and_steve_at_comic_con_part_3_mfstrangers/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*.*
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