A/N: Gail is the character played by Natalie Dormer in the movie who offers herself to Steve.
Steve really just wanted some sleep. It'd been a long day and he didn't even get to punch any Nazis. So he went into his room and there was that blonde, the one that introduced her tongue to his tonsils, what was her name, Lorraine? No, that wasn't it, Gail. Gail Richards. And she was in his bed. And unless those sheets were covering a very skimpy nightgown, she was in the altogether.
Maybe it was the serum, but suddenly Steve could've run fifty miles to the English Channel and swam it. Or some other strenuous activity.
"Cheese and crackers, Gail, you don't take no for an answer."
She just smiled at him and shifted a little, so the sheet fell away. Just a little. "You never said no."
"Look, I just—you're great, and it's great that you're serving your country, but there's this girl—"
"Of course there is." She sat up and was girly enough to keep the sheet mostly wrapped around her. Why did that heat him up so much? "So are you ready to hear my idea? I'll be your girl back home, come all the way here just so you don't get lonesome."
"I don't have a girl back home, it's not like that—" Behind him, someone wolf-whistled. Steve looked over his shoulder to see Bucky passing by. Yeah, he got a gander. Steve made a point of closing the door and locking it.
Only now he was locked in with Gail. And when she stood up, she left the sheet on the bed.
She was slight, slender, there wasn't an ounce of wasted flesh on her. But there was something delicate and beautiful about that—she was pale and lovely and Steve could crush her if he flexed the wrong muscle. He'd have to be gentle with her, painstakingly gentle, but her pale breasts and achingly dainty body dared him to do it.
What was he thinking!? They weren't even going steady, and she wasn't even Peggy, and—well, she was a good kisser, at that.
Gail pulled her head away, but her body stayed pressed against Steve's, dwarfed by his physique. When she swished her hips, she brushed against him, and that little contact made his uniform feel way too tight to stay in. "Sure I'm your girl," Gail said sweetly, smiling up at him. Her light Jersey accent was sweet as marmalade. "Every GI Joe needs a sweetheart back home. Remember, Stevie? How we used to dance the night away through every last song on the jukebox, and hold hands every step of the way on the walk home? Didn't we lay down for hours in the park, even after we'd finished our picnic, just sharing the sun on our skin? Haven't you written me letters, telling me all the things you're going through, everything you want to do when you come home to me? I read 'em. You want an ice-cold Coca-Cola and a warm apple pie and me, naked as a jaybird, kissin' all your bruises to make 'em better. It's a dream, Stevie, sure, but ain't it a good dream?"
Steve swallowed hard. Cripes, he'd regret this in the morning. "There's someone else," he told her firmly. "And maybe she isn't my girl, but I owe her something, and I wouldn't step out on her anymore than I'd step out on you if we were together. It's just the guy I am. But you look real nice. You should be in pictures." He made for the door, turned the knob. Oh, right, he'd locked it. He was just fiddling with the lock when he heard a slow clapping. Coming from the closet.
Steve gnashed his teeth and Gail looked abashed, covering herself with her hands. When Scott stomped to the closet, she turned to offer less of her profile. He threw the door open and there was Peggy, looking like he'd run another course back at base camp. Her arms were crossed with the same incisive pride.
"What the hell is this?" he demanded, not even caring that there were ladies (two!) present.
"Just a little point of curiosity. Gail wanted to know if she could seduce you."
"And you wanted to see if I'd cheat on you." Steve pointed at her like his hand was a gun. "I don't appreciate jumping through hoops, Peg! I've got enough on my plate without you playing games with me!"
"Oh, relax, Steve." When he turned, she grabbed him by his tie. Maybe it was judo, or the element of surprise, but she managed to drag two hundred pounds of muscle into the closet with her and shut it all down with a kiss. "You haven't heard all I've to say."
When Peggy pushed on him, Steve just backed up until she had him sitting down on the bed. Gail turned so neither of them could see her bottom.
"I knew you wouldn't take up Gail's offer, as enticing as it is," Peggy said, standing over Steve with her hands on his shoulders. She turned to Gail. "Good work on that, Richards."
Gail nodded stiffly. Her hands were getting a bit tired, trying to cover an entire body.
"
She
insisted on flirting with Captain America, which I won't blame her for, whereas I suggested something more plain-spoken."
"And what would that be?" Steve asked. When he heard his voice, he suddenly felt a lot more like a four-foot-tall weakling than he had in a while.
"Both of us, Steve."
"Both of—you, the two of you—" Steve blinked. "You're going to slap me when I tell you what I think you mean by that."
"Doubt that." Peggy gestured to Gail and, nervously giggling, the girl dropped her hands and rushed over to them. Even naked, she looked as wholesome as a vanilla milkshake. Gail sat down beside Steve and took his arm, squeezing it to her chest. Steve's elbow had never been so sensitive. "Steven, no offense, but I take it you haven't had many dance partners."
"Uh... not since Suzy Deakins in twelfth grade."
"Right. And I am extremely flattered by your feelings for me and I'm quite sure, and touched, that you want our first time to be special, but... how to put this delicately..."
"It won't be so special if you have no goddamn idea what you're doing," Gail piped up.
"Thank you, Gail," Peggy said so Britishly that it was impossible to tell if she was being sarcastic or not.
"So you want Gail to give me... dance lessons?" Steve asked dubiously. "That doesn't sound very fair to her..."
