It was another month before Peggy saw Dottie Underwood again.
When she did it was in a women's bar, to her surprise. Peggy wasn't usually the type to go out, leaving her own club behind, but Howard practically locked her out and wasn't letting her back in until she had some "real fun". She could have beaten the man. Peggy wasn't really made for having the fun, rather just creating it for others, so she stood alone at the bar, watching the other women dance, wondering how they threw all inhibition away for the night so easily. She turned to see Dottie Underwood enter, a picture in a very well fitted black dress, her nails lips, shoes and clutch bag, deep red. Her blonde hair was set in smooth, healthy curls which bounced with each stride. Her strong long legs were on show for all the world to take awe at, and Peggy did.
She briefly wondered how smooth they would be if she ran a hand up one, before frowning to herself and shaking herself out of it, having remembered what Dottie did. Dottie spotted her and smiled slowly, approaching her. Peggy had been about to give her a piece of her mind when Dottie came close enough for Peggy to smell her perfume. Her anger seemed to crumble slightly upon realising again just how beautiful the damn woman was up close. "Peggy!" She exhaled, as though greeting an old friend. Peggy's cheeks flared when Dottie leaned in and kissed both, "Dottie." She replied, trying her best to remain impassive. Dottie pulled back and looked at her, "Oh you're not still mad about the other night are you?" She asked sweetly. "It was a month ago." Peggy informed her, Dottie was acting like it was only a few nights ago. The blonde smiled again, "Exactly! Glad we can put it behind us now. Can I buy you a drink?" Peggy's jaw slackened slightly, Dottie was good at this. "No thank you." Said Peggy, stubbornly, looking down at her almost empty glass of whiskey.
Dottie raised her eyebrows, following Peggy's gaze, before grabbing the glass and downing what was left. Peggy stared at her, astonished. Dottie grinned, "Looks like you'll need that drink, Peg." Peggy frowned, "Oh fine." Dottie happily bought her another, as well as a strong cocktail for herself. "So are you here to rob these girls?" Peggy asked, sipping her fresh glass. Dottie let her drinking straw slip out of her mouth and put down her glass, "Actually no. This is my night off. My safe bar, if you will." Peggy nodded meeting eyes with the blonde, "So, you come here often?" Dottie leaned forward a little, her expression playful, "That depends. If I say yes, will I see you in here again after tonight?" Peggy chuckled, looking straight ahead, "I doubt it." She glanced over at Dottie who was pouting, and the Englishwoman raised one eyebrow, "This just isn't really my thing." Dottie pulled away a little, "What, girls who like girls?" She asked, narrowing her eyes slightly, wondering why Peggy would be sitting here if that were the case. "No! No, that is definitely my thing, well, mostly." Peggy said quickly, first of all wondering why she was bothering to make this criminal feel better, and second of all, spotting the gleam in Dottie's gorgeous blue eyes as soon as those words left her mouth.
"It's just that I'm not one to...let go, exactly." She continued, nodding towards everyone on the dancefloor. Dottie let out a quiet "Ah." And nodded her head slowly. "So you're boring." She concluded. Peggy immediately looked offended, "Hey! I didn't say- I mean, I'm not boring. It just takes me a little longer I suppose." Peggy told her. Dottie nodded again, "So you're slow?" She teased, laughing at the look she was receiving from Peggy. "I give up." Peggy groaned. "No, no, come on, I'm just teasing." Dottie said apologetically, placing a well manicured hand on Peggy's arm. Peggy looked at the offending hand and then back at Dottie. She drained her glass, and hummed, "Well...buy me another drink, and I may just forgive you." Peggy said, raising her eyebrows momentarily as she spoke. A devilish grin grew on Dottie's face and she drew her hand back, "Consider it done."
Three more strong drinks later and Peggy couldn't believe she was saying it, but she was having fun. Dottie seemed to know exactly what to say and do to bring out the fun side in people. "So, Peggy, you have a special somebody I should watch out for?" She heard Dottie ask. Peggy's mind flew to Steve, an American police officer she had fallen in love with a few years ago and her face darkened slightly. He was killed on the job. She cleared her throat, "No." She answered truthfully. After Steve, she hadn't been ready to date again for quite some time. Peggy drained her glass, and so did Dottie. "Good." Said the other woman. She felt a hand clasp hers and she was pulled away from the bar and onto the dancefloor in seconds. She had been supposed to take Steve dancing, but he died before they could. Since then it had been all about the right partner. Peggy looked bewildered, "Dottie! Dancing..isn't really-" she gave up, Dottie wasn't hearing her in the music. She was lost in it and Peggy watched her, completely enchanted by the sway of her hips and the way she moved, her eyes shut, the coloured lights flickering upon her skin, and that little smile on her face. Peggy couldn't help but smile back, though it quickly disappeared when Dottie opened her eyes and placed her hands on Peggy's shoulders, tracing them down to her hips. Dottie brought her closer and pressed their bodies together. Peggy wanted to protest, but found that she couldn't.
Her face was surely scarlet by now, but she wasn't standing still anymore. She was now moving with Dottie. Her hands first rested on top of Dottie's, before they made their way up slender arms, and to Dottie's shoulders, before eventually draping her arms around Dottie's neck. They were very close, and now Peggy saw how the other women around them did it. She lost restraint, she lost good sense, and she turned around so that her back was against Dottie's front, both still moving in time with the music. Dottie's hands were now resting on Peggy's stomach, her mouth precariously close to Peggy's ear. Peggy lost a little bit of her mind each time Dottie's lips so much as brushed against the tip of her ear. The room was hot, but Dottie's breath was hotter, and soon she felt it tickle the back of her neck when Dottie moved some of Peggy's hair out of the way. She gasped a little when she felt a pair of soft lips pressing against her skin. Peggy shut her eyes, oh God, her heart was racing, her pulse drumming throughout her body. Nobody was paying attention to them, everyone in their own world. It certainly felt like she and Dottie were in theirs.
Dottie's hand slid further up, and to Peggy's surprise, it didn't stop at her breast, it instead kept going, right up to her neck. Dottie tilted Peggy's chin up, so that her head fell back onto Dottie's shoulder. Peggy smiled slightly, and actually let her. The kisses were brought around to the side of the Peggy's neck, and to the corner of her jaw. Peggy shivered and hummed a little as Dottie did.
Dottie kept it up before she bit down lightly on the skin of Peggy's neck and she felt her moan. And that was it for Dottie. They were leaving. She took the Englishwoman's hand and pulled her outside, flagging down a cab. They got into the back seat and Dottie gave the address. The two women looked at each other and picked up where they had left off, lips locking with the other's immediately. The cab driver looked in his rear view mirror and smirked, shaking his head, continuing to drive. Once they were out and in the building, Dottie couldn't unlock the door fast enough, it was particularly hard because she was trying to do it behind her back, because Peggy just had to pin her against the door. They almost fell into the room when the lock sprung open and Dottie opened the door. She took her key once they were inside and and shut the door again, leaning against it as she did so. She and Peggy stared at each other, breathing hard, cheeks flaming, eyes hungry.
They moved to each other in unison, and so the battle for dominance began. Dottie was no stranger to another woman's body, and neither was Peggy, it seemed. Dottie felt her back hit cool bedsheets and smiled up at Peggy who was pulling off her dress, having already stripped Dottie of hers on the way in here. Her blue eyes turned almost electric upon seeing what the Englishwoman had to offer, and there was lots to offer. She sat up and pulled the rest of Peggy's dress down for her, planting kisses all over her breasts. She slid down Peggy's bra straps too, continuing to do so, before Peggy unclasped her bra and straddled Dottie, tossing it aside. The blonde took Peggy in her mouth and flicked her tongue against the already erect nipple, lightly sucking as she did so. Peggy's eyes fell shut and she sighed, resting her hands around the back of Dottie's head. Within seconds of Peggy relaxing, Dottie flipped them so that Peggy was now lying down, her back against cool sheets, and Dottie was on top. Peggy raised her eyebrows, "You're strong." Dottie took off her own bra, throwing it to one side, uncaring, "You have no idea." She replied, before leaning forward and hungrily kissing Peggy on those sensual lips of hers. Peggy's eyes were shut and her body was moving against Dottie's hand which had made it's way down.
She slowly came back to earth when she heard something familiar, she opened her eyes and froze, her phone was ringing. "Ignore it." Said Dottie in a low voice. But Peggy wouldn't. She had nearly ignored the phone call when Steve died, nearly. She sat up and went to go fetch her bag. Dottie pushed her hair back from her head, sitting up, and she sighed. What an inconvenience. When Peggy returned she began pulling her clothes back on, causing Dottie to frown, "Really?" Peggy nodded, "Really." Dottie pulled the sheets over herself, it didn't feel right being the only one undressed all of a sudden. Peggy found her clothes around the room and once they were on, she picked up her bag, clearing her throat, "Right, well, um, thanks." Dottie's annoyance seemed to suddenly vanish, and she smiled playfully, "See you later, Peg." She purred. Peggy swallowed hard and nodded, "Yes. See you later." She said before hurrying out. Dottie placed a hand on her forehead, looking around the room, slightly surprised by how far she had been taken in by Peggy Carter. It was probably a good thing she had left, but now she was all hot and bothered for nothing. Dottie's mind wandered to what might have happened if Peggy had stayed and she took care of it herself.
Peggy sat in the back of a cab, both hands in her hair, unsure of what had come over her. She had nearly slept with a woman she had just met. She frowned, a woman who had cheated money from her customers too, at that. She dropped her hands, letting her head fall back against the headrest and stared up out the window at the night sky and the passing headlights. Dottie Underwood, what a woman indeed.
When she got back to SHIELD, Angie and Edwin were just closing up. Angie gave Peggy a quick smile, "You have fun?" She asked. Peggy smoothed down her dress and nodded, "Y-yes. Mostly, yes." Angie raised an eyebrow, grinning, "You alright, English? You seem kind of tense there." Peggy felt her cheeks grow hot, "Don't you have a job to do?" She asked before rushing off. Angie watched her go, her smile fading. She went through the staff only door and trudged upstairs, where Howard was on the phone. He gave Peggy a nod and smile of acknowledgement, listening to the person on the other end speak. Peggy narrowed her eyes and stabbed her index finger at him, "Dead man." She mouthed. His smile fell and he raised his eyebrows.
She collected paperwork and slipped it into a plastic wallet before inserting it into a folder and shoving it into her bag. She checked to make sure she had her keys, phone and purse too before picking up her coat from the back of her chair. "Okay, okay, I'll call you next time, I'm sorry." Said Howard, rolling his eyes before hanging up. "Women, huh?" He groaned. Peggy stared at him blankly, saying nothing and Howard quickly stood up, "E-except you! I mean not that you're a man but..." Peggy shook her head, "Alright, stop." She said impatiently, shutting her eyes and massaging her temple. He looked at her sympathetically, "Was it that bad?" Peggy sighed, opening her eyes and looking at him, "No, actually. But it could have been. Goodnight, Howard." She said before walking out and down the stairs. Howard followed her and stood at the doorway, "Hey, Peg, I'm sorry, okay? Just wanted you to get out some more. It's not nice seein' you all cooped up and stressed out." He said. Peggy paused, not turning to look at him, "Well, thank you for trying." She said, before continuing down, and leaving. Howard watched her, scratching his head, wondering what could have gone so wrong.
As Peggy walked out and along the street, there were heels clicking behind her, "Hey, Peggy, wait up!" Called Angie, hurrying to catch up with the brisk walker. She was still pulling on her black zip up hoodie. Peggy glanced at her, smiling a little, it didn't go with the uniform at all, but it was Angie. "Really, are you okay?" Angie asked, when she had joined Peggy's side, and Peggy nodded, "Yes, thank you Angie." Angie didn't look convinced, "Liar." Peggy pressed her lips together, glad it was only a short walk to her apartment building. While she usually loved Angie's company, she did not love the interrogations. They approached where Peggy lived and slowed down. Angie gently took Peggy's hand in hers, "Hey, Peg, talk to me. You're like a robot sometimes."
Peggy stiffened slightly and looked away, "You remember the woman who came to SHIELD? It was about a month ago, and she tricked everyone into betting against her, knowing she'd win all their money?" Angie nodded, watching her with large teal eyes. "Well I saw her again tonight and I...let myself go. She just had this magnetic energy to her, and I fell right into it. I'd have gone all the way with her if my phone hadn't rang." Peggy said, avoiding the innocent gaze. Angie let go of her hand and forced a laugh, "See? That wasn't so hard! That's not such big deal, Pegs. People do it all the time." Peggy might have tried to believe Angie, if not for the way her voice hollowed at the end of that sentence. She dared to look at her, only to see her normally bright eyes had dulled slightly. This was another reason she hadn't wanted to discuss it. Angie nodded, "Nice talk, see ya tomorrow boss!" Peggy watched her walk off, her steps quicker than usual. They were the steps of someone hurrying to get home so that they could hurt in privacy, Peggy had used it many times.
She sighed and went inside.
