#hello its Eurovision week and I've just moved and am in a great mood so here's this

[thesokovianaccords]

(press you to) the pages of my heart

two: “it reminded me of you.”

a steggy friends to lovers au - also on ao3.

“Well, I’m just not sure this shade suits you, darling.”

Steve poked his head out from the en-suite, bits of shaving cream still dotting his face. “Sorry, what? I missed that.”

Peggy twisted the small black container between her fingers and uncapped the tube. “This deep red simply doesn’t match your skin tone. Really, it’s better for brunettes, don’t you think?”

It was a rare and precious gift, the bright flush along Steve’s cheekbones - especially to see it in person after months on FaceTime. Barely resisting the temptation to cross the room and poke his rapidly reddening face, she twisted the tube and raised a single eyebrow. “In fact, this shade is very close to the one I’m wearing right now, is it not?”

He ducked back into the bathroom for a moment to grab a towel (and his composure) and then crossed over to Peggy, plucking the black tube out of her hand with a raised eyebrow. “This shade? Hmm, can’t say I’ve seen it before. Must have been dropped into my suitcase by…an old friend of mine.”

She wiped a remaining speck of white cream from his top lip, affecting an angry expression belied by the laugh in her voice. “An old friend, hmm? A lady friend, I assume.”

He nodded eagerly, his eyes unnaturally wide. “She’s always leaving her stuff everywhere - a bit careless, that one.”

“She sounds high-maintenance. How on earth do you put up with such nonsense?” Peggy smoothed her thumb over the line of Steve’s freshly-shaved jaw, enjoying the way he shifted closer on instinct.

“Pining from afar, mostly.”

“Flatterer,” she snorted, curving her hand around his cheek and pulling him in, not about to waste a second of their short time together on something as ridiculous as personal space—except for her commitment to a bit.

Steve let out what he would deny was a whine as she pulled away, raising one eyebrow critically. “I was right. Not your shade at all.”

“Unbelievable,” he said, tilting his forehead against hers, unable to suppress his grin even as he complained. “Months of desperately longing for you, and all you do is make fun of me.”

“Well, someone’s got to keep you on your toes, Steve. I’d hate for you to get bored of me.” She wove her fingers through the short blond strands at the back of his neck, holding him in place, soaking in every second of his skin against hers.

“It reminded me of you.” He returned the favour, pulling on one of her curls. “The lipstick. I was walking home from work and passed by Sephora and—I dunno. it was like having a small piece of you with me.”

“I love you.” The sentiment wasn’t new to either of them, not anymore. But to hold him close to her, to sink into his arms around her, to laugh and live with him—nothing compared.

“I love you too.” He tugged at her curls again and pulled away slightly, far enough to see her crinkle her nose at the distance. “Pretty crazy, right? Spending 25 dollars on a lipstick I won’t use—even if I did get you the loyalty points.”

Peggy squeezed his hand and stood. She tugged him along as she crossed her tiny flat with purpose. She stopped them abruptly in front of her desk, covered in papers and notebooks and a troubling collection of unwashed mugs. Right in front of her monitor, in the middle of her chaotic workspace, sat a very familiar glass bottle.

“If you’re crazy, we’re a matched set,” she said. Settling against his chest and drawing his arms around her, Peggy smiled. “I bought that at Dulles, just before boarding my flight in December. When I miss you so badly I can’t stand it, I spray a bit of it on one of my jumpers.”

He pressed a kiss to her hair. “I think you mean my—“

“My jumpers, thank you very much. What’s that phrase—finder’s keepers?” She dodged a pinch to her side with a laugh. “I can pretend I’ve just stolen it off you and that you’re in the other room, about to storm in and complain that you’ve got no clean tops left. Not quite as good as this, but a fair substitute until we’re back here.”

“I knew letting you borrow that sweater freshman year was a mistake.”

She laughed, even as she pushed herself further into the circle of his arms and basked in the heady feeling of being surrounded on all sides by her favorite person. “Well, it’s too late now, Rogers. We’re quite the pair—you clearly can’t take us anywhere without an impractical impulse purchase close behind.”

“We’d better stick together, then.” He spun her around, the cool London sunlight catching the blond tips of his eyelashes, pulling the breath from Peggy’s lungs at the sight. “Better for both our budgets.”

“Oh, if we must.”

#steggy #steggy fic #(press you to) the pages of my heart #steggy au #my fic #hello its Eurovision week and I've just moved and am in a great mood so here's this #does this make sense? no #is it a good time? sure #appropriate for Eurovision week? in vibes if not in content lmao