Is this alright or too much?

The rain hadn't stopped all day, and neither had the silence between you and Peggy. Three months since you'd told her. Three months of her patient smiles, her careful touches, her learning where your boundaries lived. Three months of watching her hold herself back.

Tonight felt different. Tonight she wasn't holding back.

She found you in the living room, sitting in the dark. Peggy didn't speak, just crossed the room and straddled your lap, her knees pressing into the couch on either side of your hips. Your breath caught as her weight settled against you, warm and solid and overwhelming.

"I could've been wild, and I could've been free" - the lyrics surfaced, sharp and cruel. "But nature played this trick on me."

"You're overthinking again," she murmured, her fingers tracing up your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"I'm not—" You broke off as her lips found your neck, soft and demanding. Your heart hammered against your ribs as she kissed a trail along your jawline, each touch sending electricity through you that warred with the rising panic.

"She wants it now, and she will not wait" - and you could feel it in every brush of her lips, every press of her body against yours. Peggy wanted more, had wanted more for weeks, and tonight she was done waiting.

Her hands slid under your shirt, palms warm against your skin, and you gasped. "Peggy—"

"Shh." She captured your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle, her tongue seeking yours with a desperation that made your head spin. You melted into it, your hands finding her waist, pulling her closer despite the voice screaming in your mind that this was too much, too fast, too everything.

Her fingers dug into your back, her body grinding down against yours in a way that made heat pool low in your stomach even as fear twisted your chest. "But she's too rough and I'm too delicate" - and tonight you felt it in every nerve, every cell of your body. She wanted to consume you, and you were terrified of being consumed.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her lips brushing yours with every word. "I want you. All of you. Let me have you."

"I don't know if I can," you breathed, your hands trembling against her skin.

"Just feel," she whispered, kissing you again, deeper this time, her hand sliding down to your hip, pulling you flush against her. "Just feel me."

Your body responded before your mind could catch up, arching into her touch, your fingers tangling in her hair. It felt good. God, it felt good. And that was the problem - you wanted this, wanted her, wanted everything she was offering, but the fear was a wall you couldn't climb.

She sensed it. She always did.

Peggy slowed, her kisses turning soft, her touch gentling. "I'm sorry," she murmured against your lips. "I'm pushing too hard."

"No," you managed, your chest heaving. "I want this. I want you. I just..."

"I know." She rested her forehead against yours, her thumb stroking your cheek. "I know."

The silence stretched between you, heavy with everything unsaid. You could still feel her everywhere - her weight on your lap, her hands on your skin, her breath against your face. It was too much and not enough all at once.

"I love you," she whispered, and the words broke something open in your chest.

"I love you too," you choked out, tears pricking your eyes. "I'm sorry I can't—"

"Stop apologizing." She kissed you again, soft and sweet and devastating. "You're here. You're trying. That's enough."