Send 👄 for my muse’s reaction to yours giving them a love bite. (On the shoulder)
@hydrastomper || love bites || accepting!!
Peggy hums softly as she begins the process of taking off her makeup. It's a nightly routine she cherishes for the satisfaction of washing the day away.
Her face slathered in cold cream, Peggy looks in her small vanity mirror and shakes her head as she notices the red mark beginning to blossom on her shoulder. Looking up, she meets Steve's gaze in the mirror with a mock annoyed look. "You're lucky that isn't an inch over," she teases. "Otherwise I'd have needed a lie about a curling iron or something for work tomorrow."
But she doesn't really mind. Of course she doesn't. She can't ever bring herself to mind anything that reminds her of his love.