This is a fighty-smutty kind of a one-shot. Agent Peggy Carter, and Dottie Underwood everybody.
There was a lack of the two together, so here we are, a late one-night-write. Enjoy!
UPDATE: This is no longer a one shot, and more chapters are to be added shortly.
Peggy Carter came home from another day at the male-dominated SSR. Home now being Stark's mansion, which she shared with Angie, the waitress. She walked to her room and sighed, dropping her handbag onto the bed and shrugged her blue coat off. The agent rubbed her shoulders as she sat down on the edge of the bed. The hairs on her arms raised and her entire body tensed when she heard a click from behind her.
"You look worn out, Agent." The voice belonged to a female.
"Just another day at the office, Miss Underwood." Peggy said through gritted teeth. The agent dared to turn her head slightly, and see that it was indeed Dottie Underwood. The Russian smiled at her, pleased with herself for cornering Peggy like this, "Dottie, please."
Her hair was now much darker since they last met, Peggy noted. On the flipside, Peggy's was slightly lighter.
"Your hair looks good dark." Carter commented. Keeping one hand firmly gripped to her gun aimed at Peggy's head, Dottie used the other hand to tease her hair slightly,
"Oh you like it? I just had it done, I saw the colour and it reminded me of you. I simply had to-"
Peggy spun around, moving her head clear of the weapon, and grabbed Dottie's wrist before pushing her elbow inwards as if to snap the woman's arm into two, this forced Underwood to drop the gun. Dottie growled, having been caught off-guard and used her free arm to hook Peggy across the face. Peggy only grabbed her fist before it made contact with her face and squeezed, crushing Dottie's fingers.
"Be careful Peggy, I might need those later." Dottie gasped. Peggy frowned, and went to ignore the comment, before she made to head butt the damn Russian. Dottie lowered her head and instead caught Peggy's lips.
Peggy's frown intensified, and she pulled away immediately, but Dottie moved in again and took her red lips hostage in a strangely pleasant way. The agent worried that Dottie was using her Sweet Dreams lipstick to knock her out again, but surely by now Peggy would be feeling the effects of it.
No this was different; this wasn't a cold kiss with a plan of death. Peggy wasn't really sure what this was, but her body temperature was rising rapidly. Dottie deepened the kiss, and freed her hands from a confused agent, only to run them through her lighter hair, gripping the hair at the nape of her neck. This woman is a wanted fugitive Peggy kept reminding herself, trying to pull away, trying to ignore how aroused she was becoming.
Then came a knock at the door. Dottie pulled away as if Carter's red lips had burned her, she rushed to pick up the gun, "Answer it calmly." She commanded. Peggy nodded, still dumbfounded by what had just happened. Dottie hid behind the door, holding the gun to Peggy's back as she answered the door. It was her annoying diner friend, Angie.
"Angie!" Peggy feigned normality. "What brings you?" Angie blinked at her, "Peggy I live here too. Can I come in?" Peggy felt metal press against her back just a little bit harder. "No." Peggy replied.
Angie frowned, "Peggy we planned this. We said we were going to talk about it. Can't you come downstairs for dinner or somethin'? You're actin' weird and your lipstick is smudged." Angie reached for Peggy's face and tenderly cleaned around her lips, unaware of the sin that had just engulfed them. Peggy smiled fondly, "Thank you Angie." Dottie frowned from behind the door. This Angie girl had better not have any plans to steal Peggy away, she would snap her neck.
The agent stiffened slightly at the gun being nudged into her back again, "Oh, um, listen, Angie, I'm exhausted, can't we do this tomorrow?" Angie looked hurt and Peggy was sorry, but in her defense there was a trained kisser- um, killer, behind her with a gun.
"Fine. Whatever. Tomorrow." Angie walked off, dejected. Peggy looked after her wistfully, "Angie, I'm sorry." She called to Angie's retreating back. The waitress simply waved her hand, as if to dismiss the apology. Peggy closed the door and scowled at Dottie. "What, you're gonna act mad at me for sending your girlfriend away? Please." Dottie laughed. Peggy ignored her comment and continued to study her up close, this was the first time she had properly looked at her since they last met. Carter would never admit that she was jealous of Underwood's flawless facial bone structure. But it seemed she didn't have to.
"See something you like?" Dottie teased. Carter frowned again,
"What the hell are you doing?" She demanded to know.
"Coming for you, of course." Dottie breathed in such a seductive tone that Peggy could only draw one conclusion from what that meant. Peggy swallowed and backed away slightly, "W-why?"