I Love You

by docmartin51, dwalk1_2002, Patty_Parker60

Summary:

I LOVE YOU: it's said so often that at certain times and in certain situations those THREE LITTLE WORDS
become rote : almost an automatic response whether you/partner(s) feel the way that you
should when you hear them or say them.

Dual agent Peggy Carter [UK ex-pat and US govt operative]] meets and falls in love with a physicist Jason
Wilkes, a brilliant scientist intent on harnessing antimatter for the greater good.

Susan Calvin + Del Spooner has settled into domestic bliss with two kiddos.

Notes:

• For Patty_Parker60, docmartin51, carolconners_1973, beckysue_bonner, joli_camarillo, dwalk1_2002, lila_luscious1, mariann_tx, Bacner, julrenda, AmayaBlack, LeesyLovesLove.

Chapter 1: AGENT CARTER

Summary:

Dual agent Peggy Carter [UK ex-pat and US govt operative]] meets and falls in love with a physicist Jason
Wilkes, a brilliant scientist intent on harnessing antimatter for the greater good.
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EXPLICIT SEX INCLUDING ANAL

Jason Wilkes arrives at his rental home after an extended day to find the bungalow in semi-darkness; Peggy Carter leaves
her seat on the divan and directly into his arms, sobbing loudly. "Hey, hey!" He guides her back to her seat where he allows her
to cry herself out. At long last, she calms down enough to sniffle "Trip's gone, Wilkes. He's murdered."

"Trip...TRIP ?! When?! HOW?!"

"A-Alabama - he'd visited his Gran in the central part of the state - very rural...a-and the...I can't understand WHY he was targeted and
attacked after stopping for petrol...IN UNIFORM: US Army uniform which"- she shakes her head, exhausted.

After a while, Jason says "That a decorated serviceman, serving in a segregated unit can be murdered in the Greatest Country in the World
while in that wonderful nation's uniform doesn't surprise me...AT ALL. And let me guess: there are no 'leads'."

"No."

Jason muses a bit before softly saying "During my service multiple incidents of 'friendly fire' - that's when one's own troops direct
gunfire toward their own comrades - my experience indicates that 99% of these incidents were deliberate. US Special Forces members
regularly and deliberately tried to end my life. The reasons are patently obvious."

His British lover states "It is why despite how much you're annoyed when I ask 'Why me?' I continue to try to understand why a
a man like you would ever choose a Caucasian Woman. All over the planet, White persons commit the most heinous acts without
fear of consequence and principally no outrage hence my question: why do I get a pass - what makes me less culpable?"

"Your Integrity. Your Caring. Your Empathy. Your Beauty. Tour Sense Of Fairness. Those are but five. I can continue"...

She beams, the smile lighting her face like a lantern from within. "I do love you, Jason Wilkes. With all of my heart."

"Cheers to that!" He kisses her lips tenderly at first, then her nose, both cheeks...and back to her mouth...during the lengthy buss
his fingers are busy with her blouse buttons, carefully and deftly unfastening them before stripping the undergarment off and onto
the back of the sofa. Those fingers - aided by HERS - make quick work of her trousers and pants: she's resplendent in royal blue satin
lace bra (with black trim), matching suspender belt (also trimmed with black lace). gunmetal stockings and black high-heeled pumps:
though seeing his lover half-naked is nothing new for Wilkes each time that he does so his throat is dry, his pulse rapid-fire, and his
RODGER bloats to unbelievable proportions...despite the nearly-unbelievable excitement both feel they take their time divesting him
'garms' [garments]...

Long, nimble fingers flick the besieged front clasp of La Carter's over-loaded brassiere, cupping and squeezing the delectable F cups
in his big palms when they plop free: the rough pads of his thumbs rub over those sensitive, crinkled areolae and thickening nubs, eliciting
a breathy moan from Peggy...his lover’s encouraging hands on his head, he lowers her mouth to a hardening nipple—laving the hard nub with
the hard bud with his eager oral digit; the manly physicist's teeth bite lightly into the thick butt of a nipple and the British heiress rolls
her back with a soft sigh, Jason imagines she’d sound the same with a baby latched to her teat, and begins suckling in earnest. "Oooh;
OH! - there my DARLING...just there!"

With a gasp followed by a scream her back bows, and the bodacious auburn-haired beauty begins orgasming more strongly than she can
can recall from mere breast worship. In the midst of her 'spend' Jason mounts her and spears the entirety of his 11 inches into Margaret
E. Carter's shop-worn backdoor. Her mouth opens wide in a soundless yelp - her red lips peel open when her compliant rectum is bullied
open under the relentless pressure of Jason's entry.

Peggy’s juices serve as a wonderful lube for his blunt fingers to slip into her dripping gash with a wet pop; a surge of electricity rushes up
her spine when Jason’s cock sinks deep into her ass, stretching out and moulding the passage to the point that the voluptuous Brit senses
an almost instant desire to squirt...she's definitely teetering near the edge when Jason adds another pair of fingers to her breached botty
while increasing the speed and depth of his strokes, his hands tight on her waist. With gritted teeth, she endures the unwholesome buggery
to which she's become heartily indoctrinated...

A CHANGE OF POSITION: on elbows and knees, Peggy DOES give voice when Wilkes powers his way DEEPER into her entrails, pumping his
hips and strongly and rhythmically; his 'bread-basket' collides hard against Peggy’s well-padded rear, which jiggles wobbles, and rolls
uncontrollably like gelatin with each shove forward...Wilkes' cock throbs powerfully; a portend to his impending release..."D-D-Darling...
b-breed me?!" she pleads, glancing over one shoulder [the iris' of green eyes flaring in a silent plea all their own] ...though Jason nods
he's past the point of no return and seconds later he fires steady ropes of cum spurt into Peggy's squirming innards. He collapses onto
his heels, gasping "Yaaah!" when his lover's soft lips close over his sensitive upper third.

"YUH!" He shouted when the British bombshell's throat opened like a sieve - fair swallowing him whole. Soft, red-nailed fingers
and caress his shaft and ball sac expertly. Once he's cleaned of every bit of anal 'nourishment' Peggy scooted onto her back, legs
spread wide in an inverted 'vee': poised about her Jason slipped inside her over-heated pussy and rather than begin slowly and
and build upon it he went hard from the moment he was 'in'; with his forearms beneath her armpits the renowned physicist curled
his hips energetically in circular jabs - stabbing and thrusting ferociously. All Peggy could do was wriggle and whine when that
thick and vascular slab of cock stretched her vaginal cavern until she saw stars.

Her stockinged legs clasp about Jason's waist when the throbbing and swelling of his glorious, wonderful male member pulsed
in preparation for a release and THERE IT IS: a hot and hefty load of creamy cock-milk gushed into her clutching, spasming
cunt.

Peggy's constrictor cunnae [interior cuntal] muscles ripple continuously in response, and long minutes pass
before the couple 'return to earth'...

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"Margaret Carter for Ortan Clive, please ."

Ushered into the Carter Foundation's Trustee's spacious and richly-appointed offices, where they settle with snifters of cognac
onto a pair of brocaded Victorian-era chairs. "Marge Dear; as you are aware a transfer of that size requires the signatures of both your
Father and your Uncle Thad...might they put pen to the authorization? Absolutely! WILL THEY?" The Barrister shrugs.

Peggy's smile is radiant. "I take your point, Mr. Clive - I DO. However - should the transfer not occur as requested and as
scheduled those August gentlemen you mentioned would be notified within the quarter hour of certain...assignations shall we say
at the Excelsior Hotel with a young gentleman called...Jamie Bradford for two years this Wednesday. My Father and Uncle Uncle Harry
are notoriously ANTI-same sex entanglements - surely you are aware, having a long and fruitful financial relationship for well over
40 years."

Ortan Clive blanches and his roden-like visage drains of colour. "Ahem...YES; errr: of course, Ms. Carter. I; I simply meant
that CARE must be taken - extreme care-"

"Splendid! I shall require $300k pounds by the 20th, and $150k additional by the same date of each month following. I've
written the account information here." She passed a slip of paper over and stood. "So nice to see you again, Mr. Clive. My best to
Mrs. Clive ."

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Before returning to Jason's Peggy's driver (at her direction) made stops at a pharmacy, a florist, and a liquor store; at the resid-
ence she dismissed the woman (Judith) for the evening. Before stepping out of the S-Class Mercedes Benz tipped her head at
the pharmacy bag her employer held and asked, "A positive result would raise our spirits or dash them?"

"RAISE them...definitely!" Peggy chuckled. "I sincerely hope that I'm pregnant, Judes. I think that I am...I WANT TO BE."

Meeting her employer of 10 years eyes Judes quipped "Had I known that knocking you up was the way to your heart I'd have
figured out a way!"

Peggy leaned forward, a twinkle in her eye. "Mayhaps you had, Dearest; Jason captains my ship now. You understand"

"He's nothing if not a matinee idol. He is handsome and accomplished, with a bodybuilder's physique and a comfortable
income. That baby or babies will have excellent genes. Be happy, Peggy - I mean it." After a brief peck on the lips the
women part ways for the evening...humming happily, Peggy enters the residence - she is giddy with the possibility that she
may indeed be pregnant with the man she loves baby. It may be too early to trust any result at this point but SOON...

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[tbc]

Notes:

Concerning Peggy and Judith: Judith is an American employed by Peggy as a chauffer/
personal ASSistant; the two previously shared a sexual relationship for a good bit of
those 10 years (obviously PC is at least 'bi'). Her 'joke' about impregnating her employer/
lover is a fantasy or 'inside joke'.

 

Also: comment and add kudos.

Chapter 3: I, Robot

Summary:

Susan Calvin + Del Spooner has settled into domestic bliss with two kiddos.

~~~CHICAGO, IL.~~
Del came in right as she fastened the final duck-shaped pin on their Baby Girl's diaper (CLOTH obviously!), and
turned to accept his kiss; "Say hello to Della and I'll get your coffee."

The mushroom jazz from RYZE@?" he commented, between nuzzles of the delighted baby. 'It isn't 'jazz', it promotes
more restful sleep and minimizes stress and inflammation...also stimulates the immune system, relaxes sore muscles-"

He scratches his left eyebrow, titling his head at her while changing position so Della can see her mother. "Gah!" she
burbles. "Yes, yes...neither of you is very humorous!" Calvin pauses and continues "I am sorry for critiquing you last
night, Spooner. You...You are in danger every day and apart from keeping me DJ and Della safe you have a - a literal
TARGET on your back...I love and care for you deeply Spooner: I have since that night at USR..when you told Sonny
to save me first; I knew then that I was in love with you - that I wanted to be with you forever."

FLASHBACK
/
After Del gives Calvin one of his pistols, she runs across one of the metal catwalks; he runs down another...using a two-handed
grip she fires at the marauding robots while the detective sprays others with automatic rifle fire; in another part of the building Sonny has
secured the needed NANITES [to kill VIKI with] and has his....'hands' full with two or three other of the USR-activated robots determined to
stop him...one of the USR-bots pulls and twists the catwalk she's on until she tumbles off:

"SPOONER!" she screams, hanging on the steely grates for dear life .

"Shit! Hang on, Calvin!" He fired more shots before HE'S overrun and thrown from the catwalk he was on into space...
while he lost his 'blaster' he still had another pistol...again, Calvin screamed his name -she sounded SO DESPERATE - that Spooner
yelled to their new ally "SONNY - SAVE CALVIN !"

END FLASHBACK
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"MOMMY!" DeeJay [Del Jr] slides down the stairs on his bottom, then takes ten wobbly steps before forgetting he can walk
and crawls the rest of the way to his Mom. "Oh, my darling you are fway-gwent [fragrant] this morning!" Susan lightly pecks
her firstborn's face, neck, cheeks, and nose; ever-helpful Spooner pipes up with "There it is, 'Mommy'!" He grins at his own wit
"That's 'strike one', Spoon; that's strike one!"

They bantered good-naturedly as Calvin set about addressing their odorous son Spoon slips into his shoulder and rear
belt holsters; once his signature leather jacket and beanie are on he kisses both the children and Calvin.

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~~UNDISCLOSED US/COLUMBIAN MILITARY SITE~~
Major Jeff Clousa met vacationing Detective Hailey Halstead (nee Upton) in his office at Joint Operation Post Madamo:
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