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delightfullyambiguous asked: Cartinelli, naturally, Angie meets Ruth Barton.
(I had to do a search because I forgot who that was! Shame on me!)
"Who is this?" Angie asked, managing to turn the first single syllabled word into a song with three notes. Seeing her girl now dressed in a simple dark blue dress and a white coat over it, Angie couldn't hide her arousal at the sight of the glasses and the hair, done up with pins. She looked very professional and that was coming from a classy as hell woman like Peggy Carter. It made Angie glad she had used a little extra lip in her protestation of Peggy having to leave. In an attempt to placate her, Peggy had agreed to let her meet one of her alter egos the night before she left.
"Ruth Barton, health inspector."
"And uh… What can I do fer you, Miss Barton?" Angie asked as she fought the urge to take Peggy by the bright blue lapels and drag her into one of the many rooms in this ridiculously large mansion.
"We got a call about unknown pathogens in the air around the L and L Automat and as an employee, you may have come into contact with said pathogens. I am going to have to have you remove your clothes so I can inspect you and give you a propercleanse to make sure you haven't come into contact and spread anything.
"Gee, you sure know how to make a girl feel special," Angie said. There was a small flicker in Peggy's eyes, one that Angie wouldn't have picked up on if she hadn't been so over the moon for this woman for five years, but Peggy's features returned, and she was once again Ruth Barton. "So where should this exam take place, a bathroom, bedroom…?" Angie asked
"Wherever you are the most comfortable. If you're relaxed, I can be finished by midnight."
Angie wasn't sure about midnight under normal circumstances, but she knew that Peggy had to leave by then to make it to her next assignment on time, so she said, "Really? Seems a pretty lengthy exam, ma'am." She grinned at the little rhyme.
"I'm very thorough," Ruth replied. Angie shuddered at the promise in her girlfriend's voice. She couldn't help herself. Angie grabbed the white jacket and reeled the other woman in for a kiss. Brown eyes widened, and when the younger woman pulled away, Peggy whispered 'Ange, that isn't how this is supposed to go yet."
"Shut up, English- I mean Ruth," Angie replied before she kissed her again.