Author's Note: Peggy femslash drabbles written for NotAllThere21. I couldn't decide who to pair Peggy up with, and my indecisiveness turned into this. If it isn't your cup of tea, NotAllThere, just lemme know and I'll try again. Should I clarify that none of these take place in order, or anything like that? I think it's kind of obvious they're supposed to be totally separate from each other.
Her name may have been Iris, but her skin smelled like lilacs. Peggy loved to nuzzle gently into the crook of her neck and inhale the fresh, semi-sweet scent.
"That tickles," Iris laughed one day as Peggy's nose pushed into the smooth flesh of her neck.
"Sorry," the journalist trilled without any real apology in her voice, "I just can't help myself. You smell too lovely to resist."
"You're making me blush," breathed Iris, the smile audible in her voice even though Peggy couldn't see it. She nestled closer and took in another deep breath of lilac. It was an organic aroma, Peggy knew. No lotion, no perfume, and no body spray. Just simply Iris.
Her own smile grew as she she felt Iris's slim fingers brushing through her curly, bistre tresses. "I love you," she mumbled. To anyone else it would have been uncomfortable to let the words leave her lips. But saying them to Iris was the most natural thing in the world.
"I love you too."