It all started with a joint in the movie theater...and a flask.

Peggy had slunk into the small art theatre desperately worried that she would be seen. The last thing that she wanted was to be discovered by a co worker seeing a risqué French film in the middle of the day when she was supposed to be working. But she was so completely stuck with her work on Chevalier that she needed to do something to clear out the cobwebs.

So she was very surprised when she sat down and saw the familiar figure of Don Draper sitting just a few rows ahead of her. She decided to leave the theatre immediately, but as soon as she stood she accidentally kicked a discarded soda bottle that made a loud racket, drawing the attention of the other audience members including Don. Don's eyes went wide with shock when he recognized her.

"Peggy?" Don said incredulously.

Peggy smirked and waved sheepishly. Don turned around. "Are you alone?"

Peggy nodded. "Yep."

"Would you care for some company?"

Peggy gave a resigned shrug. "Sure, why not?"

Don got up and walked back a few rows and sat next to her.

"Shouldn't you be working?" Don said with mock disapproval.

"Shouldn't you?"

Don chuckled and confessed, "I can't wrap my head around Nabisco. I came to clear out the cobwebs."

Peggy laughed, "Me too, actually. Chevalier."

Don smiled and nodded in understanding. He suddenly produced a flask from his interior jacket pocket and took a swig. He offered it to Peggy and she eagerly accepted, taking a large swig of whiskey and handing it back to Don.

The lights soon dimmed and Peggy opened her purse and produced a lighter and a joint.

"Where did you get that?" Don asked with amusement.

"Stan gave it to me. Do you want to share?"

Don shrugged. "Sure, why not."

They passed the joint back and forth as they watched the movie, and after a while they both became quite silly. Luckily there were only a few other patrons towards the front of the theater so their banter didn't disturb anyone around them. Eventually there was nudity in the film which embarrassed Peggy no end.

"Hey, lookit." Don said, giggling. "Naked people."

Peggy frowned, "No, I don't want to see the naked people." She drawled bitterly.

"Been a while, huh?" Don said knowingly.

Peggy sighed, "I have a vague recollection of doing something with someone but it was a long, long time ago. My hair was a lot shorter." Peggy glanced at a Don and she saw a warm look of desire cross his face which disconcerted her.

"What?" Peggy asked sharply.

"What?" Don asked, completely befuddled.

"What was that look?" She asked.

"What look?"

"The look you just gave me."

"I gave a look?"

"Yes."

"What kind of a look?"

"I know that look." Peggy said emphatically.

"So, what kind of look was it?" Don asked with amusement.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Well, you're the big look expert." Don said sarcastically.

"I want to see how smart you are. So?"

"What?" Don asked in confusion.

"What about the look?" Peggy asked.

"I don't know." Don said with embarrassment, suddenly averting eye contact.

"You've got something on your mind?" Peggy asked cheekily.

"No. Things...sometime pop into your head, that's all. It's involuntary. Don admitted honestly. "You?"

"Things occur to me from time to time...about you." Peggy admitted and she flushed with embarrassment.

"Yeah. Me too." Don said quietly, and he looked up and met Peggy's gaze bashfully.

"Really?" Peggy said with amazement. "What, is that something you would consider doing with me?"

"I don't know, maybe. What do you think?" Don asked curiously.

"Well, it's something to consider." Peggy acknowledged, her stomach beginning to flutter with nervous anticipation.

"Yeah, I mean, hypothetically, let's say we did...that. What then?" Don asked.

"So what if we did? Is that, like, the end of the world or something?" Peggy asked.

"Certainly not." Don stated.

"Why shouldn't we be able to do that once in a while if we want to?" Peggy asked sincerely.

Don shrugged. "I can't see any reason why we couldn't."

"Why does that have to mean everything in a relationship? Sometimes sex is just sex!" Peggy said.

"THANK YOU!" Don exclaimed louder than he intended. He then lowered his voice considerably. "That's exactly how I feel!"

"I mean, it would just be one friend helping out another friend, right?" Peggy asked conspiratorilly.

"Absolutely. That sounds good to me." Don said.

Peggy furrowed her brow in concentration. "We do need to be careful though. I mean, if anything happened and we couldn't be friends and work together the way we are now, that would really be bad."

"Devastating." Don agreed.

"Because this is very good." Peggy said enthusiastically, waving her hand between the two of them.

Don nodded, "And that would be good."

"The idea is to combine the this and the that. But this cannot be disturbed." Peggy said authoritatively.

"Yeah, we just want to take this and add that." Don said, nodding in agreement.

"But of course, we'd have to figure out a way to avoid the things that cause the little problems.
Maybe some rules or something."

"Rules?" Don frowned. "Like what exactly?"

"Well for example," Peggy explained, "Now we see each other at work and that's pretty much it, but if we did that, we might feel a certain obligation to see each other socially."

"Well, why should that be?" Don asked.

Peggy was silent for a moment in apparent deep thought. "I have an idea. Nothing changes. We continue to see each other at work as if nothing happened."

"Beautiful." Don said smiling. "Let's make it a rule."

"All right, sir. Now, here's another little rule."

"Yeah?" Don said cautiously.

"When we see each other now we retire to our separate quarters. But sometimes when people get involved with that they feel pressure to sleep over. When that is not really sleep."

Don nodded, "Sleep is separate from that, and I don't see why sleep got all tied up and connected with that."

"Okay, okay, rule number two: Spending the night is optional!" Peggy said excitedly.

Don chuckled, "I think you may have something here."

Peggy grinned. "I think so too!"

Don looked at her with nervous anticipation. "So, what do you think? Do you wanna?"

Peggy bit her lip as she came to a decision. "Sure. Why not?"

Don broke into a wide grin and he took her hand and led her out of theater into the back alley on that warm and humid summer afternoon. Peggy stood with her back against the brick wall and Don took her face in both of his hands and kissed her passionately. The fact that this was the first time that they had ever crossed this line never occurred to them, they were both too drunk and stoned to care. Peggy put her arms around Don's neck and ran her fingers through his hair. Peggy felt excitement and electricity shoot through her as they kissed and she could feel herself getting very aroused. She could also feel Don's growing arousal against her leg as he pushed her up against the wall.

Don opened up her blouse and he traced kisses down her neck to the top of her breasts while Peggy dove her fingers deeper into his thick dark hair, pulling his head into her cleavage. Don soon reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down.

"Jesus, Peggy! I can't believe we're really doing this!" Don moaned.

"Don, stop talking and fuck me!" Peggy said breathlessly.

Don growled and he quickly unbuttoned his pants and lifted her up higher and entered her, thrusting hard and fast, causing Peggy to cry out with pleasure.

"Shit!" Peggy exclaimed.

"Oh god, Peggy! You feel so good!" Don hissed.

Don continued thrusting and Peggy managed to lift one leg and wrap it around Don's waist, granting him easier access.

Their tryst didn't last long, but they both finished and were left panting and exceedingly satisfied.

Afterwards, Don set Peggy down on her feet and she straightened her skirt and rebuttoned her blouse as Don zipped his pants. Peggy smoothed the errant lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead back into place and then she took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately on the lips. She then wiped her smudged red lipstick off of his mouth with the handkerchief that he had in his breast pocket. She looked up and met his gaze which was laden with a raw emotion that Peggy wasn't ready to identify, though its possible implication made her stomach flutter. She wasn't sure what she felt just yet, but she didn't want to spoil the mood by discussing their feelings. She knew she needed to leave as soon as possible so she attempted to formulate the words that would precede her exit.

"Well," Peggy began awkwardly. "Thanks Don. That really hit the spot." As soon as the words left her mouth she cringed and turned bright red at the unintentional double entendre.

Don chuckled. "It was my pleasure, Peggy." Don said sincerely, fully aware of the double meaning of his words, which caused Peggy to blush even more.

Mortified, Peggy picked her purse up off of the ground and she touched Don's face, brushing his cheek lightly with her thumb.

"I'd better go. I-I'll see you at work." Peggy stammered and she turned on her heel quickly and walked briskly out of the alley before Don could reply. If Peggy had looked back she would've seen an expression of profound longing upon Don's face as he stood alone in the back alley while a light summer rain began to fall.