AN:Apparently my brain just can't shut up tonight, so I decided to turn this into a series. Again if the Italian is at all wrong, I apologise. These one shots don't take place directly after one another but they're somewhere on the same timeline.
Edit: Thanks to thatrhubarbpieomine on tumblr again for Italian corrections!


"Mannaggia!" Angie cursed as she pulled her hand away suddenly and blew on it. The side of the pot was a lot warmer than she had thought it would be.

Peggy quickly got out of her seat at the kitchen table where she was engrossed in her reading.
"Are you alright, darling?" She looked for Angie's hand and took it in her own.

"Jeez, English, it ain't gonna fall off." Angie retorted, she loved how cute Peggy was when she worried.

"Yes, well, you should still run it under some cold water," Peggy felt a little sheepish, maybe she had over reacted a little, "Sorry." She sat down and returned to her reading.

Angie realised Peggy may have taken her retort the wrong way. The English woman was getting better at showing her feelings and reacting without thinking now, at first she had been so composed. But every now and then she would stifle a laugh or hold tears back and Angie would have to remind Peggy that it was ok to be open with her.

"Pegs, it's alright, y'know. I like knowing you care about me, I was just joking around."

"Hmm?" Peggy looked up from her book and the line between her brows smoothed out, she sighed, "Yes, I know Angie. Just at a tense part in the novel, " she said holding her book up, "little emotional."

"Emotional? Well let's see what it is that could make the great Peggy Carter all emotional then?" Angie smirked taking the book from her hands. Before Peggy could protest Angie was reading out the title, "Cosima by Grazzia Deledda? Since when you reading things in Italian, Pegs?" Angie gave Peggy a curious look.

"Well I uh, I thought it might help me improve so I could talk to your family better," she blushed a little and felt the need to add, "Or at least help me understand what you're all talking about at dinner."

"Oh English, that's awful sweet of ya," Angie grinned at the thought of Peggy's concentrated face at the last family dinner she had been to. They talked in English for her mostly, of course, but Mama had slipped up and asked Peggy things in Italian a few times as well.

"Y'know I can teach you some Italian right now if you'd like," Angie said, an idea forming quickly in her head. She leaned forward locking her hands behind the older woman's neck, hooked her legs around either side of her hips and sat down in her lap.

Peggy smiled knowingly, "Is that so, Miss Martinelli?" she raised her eyebrows and challenged her to continue.

"Sì, ho molto da insegnarti in italiano. Com'è ..." and then Angie whispered things in Peggy's ear that she was very grateful she understood. Her breath caught as Angie placed gentle kisses on her neck, still mumbling in Italian between each one. Peggy closed her eyes and thought, she would have no problem learning over a hundred languages if she could hear Angie talk like this in all of them. But Italian...She bit her lip as Angie stopped talking and looked at her, eyes hungry...Yes, Italian would most definitely suffice for now.

Translations:
"Damn!"
"Yeah, I can teach you a lot of Italian. How is..."


I haven't read 'Cosima' but it was published around the right time and the author was the second female Italian nobel prize winner for literature and I figured Peggy would go for that. And uh, duh it's called Cosima so that's a lovely coincidence (for all of you who watch Orphan Black). Also Angie swearing in Italian is life.