The Dove & The Strongman

She took a step back and placed a hand on his chest, "You know, I still don't know what you look like."

Dugan was confused, "How-"

She giggled, "Blind people use their hands to see a person's face."

"Oh."

'Oh...' He gulped at the thought of her hands on his skin.

"Okay, you are going to have to sit down."

"Why?"

She lightly smacked him. "I'm only 5 foot 3, Tim. How tall are you?"

"Six foot even."

"See, tall. My arms will hurt if I have to hold them up to touch your face."

He chuckled, "Well, then I guess I better sit down for the lady, huh?"

She giggled again.

Dugan stepped around her, keeping a hand on her shoulder so she would know where he was. Then when he sat down, he moved to grasp her hand and help her turn around.

"I'm sitting down, now what?"

"You are going to have to guide my hands to your face, okay?"

"Alright."

He took her soft hands in his and gently tugged her forward, until she was standing a foot away from him, thighs touching his knees.

He swallowed hard.

Lyla touched his face and then jerked them back.

"You have a moustache?"

He couldn't help it, he threw back his head and laughed loudly.

Dugan had completely forgotten to tell her that.

"I'm sorry to laugh. I just realized I had forgot to tell you about it."

"I didn't ask."

"You don't mind it?" He questioned her.

Her fingers smoothed over his moustache, lightly grazing his lips, and sending a jolt of heat through him.

"Not at all."

Her mind was racing with thoughts.

'I wonder what it would feel like kissing him...'

He watched her shake her head, a smile on his face.

"So, what are you thinking?"

She jumped.

"Oh, uh, nothing. It's...it's a pleasant surprise that's all."

He chuckled, "Naughty thoughts?"

She smacked him. "Oh stop it, you! And stay still."

Her fingers lightly traced over his face, smoothing over his forehead and down his nose and then across his cheeks and along his jaw.

He swallowed hard. It felt intimate with her this close to him, her thighs touching his knees, her sweet breath in his face, and every electric touch of her fingers on his skin turned it from intimate to damn near sensual. It caused a heat to spread through his limbs and coil tightly in his abdomen with a dull ache. He hadn't even kissed her yet and he was already very much aroused by just her touch alone.

'Damn.'

She smiled and then gently tapped his temples, oblivious to his inner turmoil.

"Eye color?"

"Uhh...Blue."

"Dark or light blue?"

"Light blue."

She nodded, "Thank you."

Then she moved her hands up to his head and found his hat.

She shook her head, giggling. "You wear a hat?"

"Its a bowler hat."

"I like it."

He grinned, "Glad you do, dove."

Then she ran her fingers through his hair and he couldn't stop the groan that left him.

'Good lord that felt good.'

It startled her, "Oh! Um, are you okay?"

"Just fine, dove. Just feels nice."

He noticed the pink tinge to her cheeks. She was blushing.

"What color is your hair?"

He smiled, "Uh, blonde."

"Light or dark blonde."

"I would say dark."

Lyla couldn't keep her hands from his hair. It was soft yes, but when he groaned, it sent a thrill through her. The room suddenly felt warm, too warm.

'I caused that noise.'

"Lyla?"

He watched the blush deepen and chuckled, "Thinking those naughty thoughts again, are you?"

The only answer he got were fingers tracing his lips and he stilled.

There was a soft look on her face as she leaned closer. "I'm only thinking that I would like you to kiss me."

Timothy's hands shook as one tangled into her hair and slowly drug her forward to stand between his legs. His free hand gently traced her cheek and down her throat.

She gasped at the contact.

"Anything for you, dove."

Their lips gently touched at first. Teasing, testing each other with light brushes and soft nibbles.

She pulled back from him a bit and licked her lips. Her fingers were switching between running through his hair and tracing his ears to trailing under the collar of his shirt and lightly scratching his back.

He groaned, "Lyla..."

Then her fingers were pulling him forward and with a soft noise, her lips gently pressed against his again and he broke.

One arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her body firmly against his and his other arm wrapped around her shoulders, the hand tangling in her long hair pressing their lips together firmly and he devoured her lips in a nearly bruising kiss.

Lyla couldn't think. 'Oh. Oh my.'

Her hands fled his hair and wrapped around his shoulders, holding onto him as her knees suddenly felt weak.

He definitely knew how to kiss and that moustache...

She moaned softly into his mouth at the feel of his hand gripping the curve of her behind.

It was a fever, she was a fever. Heat burned through his body where she touched him. Her body was soft and pliant against his and her lips...God her lips were like water, cool and refreshing, and he drank like a man dying of thirst. He just couldn't get enough of her. The hand he had wrapped around her waist slide over her backside and he gripped it, wrenching another breathy moan from her lips.

That was when he finally remembered himself and pulled back from her.

She mewled in protest, but he kissed her again, this time soothing her lips with gentle nibbling bites, until finally he stopped altogether.

He whispered against her lips, "Dove, we better stop."

She nodded, "I know. But one more kiss first? Please?"

He groaned and again their lips met in another, softer kiss.

Lyla felt warm all over as he released her from the tight hold he had on her.

She stumbled a bit, but he placed his hands on her hips to steady her and her hands rested on his shoulders, gripping his shirt. "That was...oh my."

He chuckled. "Yeah, it was."

"A woman could get addicted to being kissed like that."

"Really?"

"Yes, and one more thing..."

"What?"

"Don't you dare ever shave that moustache."

He laughed so hard his shoulders shook.

She was definitely a keeper.

When he finally stopped, he gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, and smiled at her.

"I promise."

/ ~ / ~ / ~ /

Peggy was trying to locate Dugan and having no luck, so she went to Steve.

"Do you know where Dugan is?"

"Dugan?"

"Yes, we have a briefing with Colonel Phillips to plan the attack on Schmidt's base and since Dugan is a part of your team."

"So he needs to be there. He's with my sister right now. There is a small room that he took her to so she could grieve in peace."

Peggy nodded.

"Yes, I know which room. I'll go fetch him."

When she turned to leave the room, Steve's voice stopped her.

"Did you know? About them, I mean?"

She nodded. "I overheard the other commandos ribbing him about a girl he'd taken to calling 'dove'. So when he called her that back there, I naturally put two and two together."

"What...what do you think?"

She smiled softly, "I'm happy for them. I think it's lovely to find someone to call your own during this bloody war. It gives you such hope for the future. Hope, that's the best feeling to have. That's the feeling that pushes you to fight harder."

Steve smiled back.

"You know, it would be fun."

"What would be fun?"

"We could double up and all go dancing together. Even though you'd still have to teach me."
Peggy smiled at him.

"That would be a lovely idea, Steve."

/ ~ / ~ / ~ /

Peggy sauntered into the other room, and located the door in question before walking up to it.

She paused outside and couldn't hear anything. It was completely silent in there.

'Odd.'

Then she opened the door and realized why it was so quiet.

Lyla was wrapped tightly in Dugan's arms...being well and thoroughly kissed.

Her face flushed with heat and she slowly closed the door, making sure not to alert the two to her presence.

She sure didn't want to interrupt them. Not while they were...entangled like that especially with their hands where they were.

Peggy cleared her throat, before barking an order at the MP to leave the room alone before walking away.

"Well, it seems you're going to have to wait a little while longer, Colonel Phillips."

Peggy fanned her face, 'My goodness...'

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