From a tumblr prompt: Angie, on a normal day, is as sweet as sugar and a lovable puppy but when she's jealous, she's a little Italian spitfire.
"I don't care, Peggy! I'm going to go over there and tell her exactly where she can put that drink!"
Peggy tried to hide her amused laughter behind a cough, but knew she failed when Angie Martinelli's narrowed her eyes and leaned forward.
"You think this is funny?" she asked, her tone dangerously low.
Peggy shook her head and wiped the smile off her face. "Of course not, Angie. I simply don't think someone sending me a drink warrants a barroom brawl. That's all."
Angie folded her arms across her chest and glared at her. "Another woman sent my girl a drink – and that's after she's watched us sit here together the entire night – and you don't think that deserves a smack in the face?"
Peggy reached out and tugged on Angie's hand until the Italian woman stepped closer. When she was close enough, Peggy took her other hand in her arms and smiled. "Darling, I think her actions were entirely out of line."
"See!"
"However," Peggy continued. "I don't see how physical violence will solve anything."
Angie snorted. "Well that's rich coming from you."
Peggy chuckled, realizing the truth in her girlfriend's words. "Touché." Bringing her closer, Peggy pulled the younger woman down onto her lap. Angie's eyes widened in surprise, and her arms instinctively came to rest upon Peggy's shoulders.
"Peggy, what are you–"
"Kissing you," Peggy blithely informed her before lips closed over Angie's effectively ending their conversation. When she eventually released Angie's swollen lips from the kiss, Peggy smiled at the contented look that spread across Angie's dazed features.
"Wow, English," her spitfire softly murmured.
Peggy laughed. "It seemed the best way to defuse the situation."
Angie smiled. "Oh, I ain't complainin'. In fact, you have my permission to defuse any time you want to, okay?"
Peggy grinned and tightened her arms around Angie's waist. "Noted." She nodded her head toward the direction of the bar. "I also think I managed to effectively communicate that I am happily taken."
She watched Angie's gaze travel across the room and land upon the clearly disappointed woman sitting at the bar. She couldn't help chuckling when Angie tossed her head in victory and gave the woman a triumphant smirk. When she turned back, Peggy gazed at her with unconcealed affection.
"What?" Angie asked, clearly confused.
"You're adorable when you're jealous."
"I wasn't jealous, English," Angie argued, embarrassment creeping across her cheeks. "I was guarding my territory. There's a difference," she insisted.
Peggy nodded and slid her hands down Angie's back until they rested just above the delicious curve of her backside. She felt Angie shudder and grinned in satisfaction. "Perhaps we should return home and discuss your need to guard your territory in greater depth."
Angie's tongue darted out between her lips and her eyes darkened. "Maybe a visual demonstration?" she asked hopefully.
Peggy hummed. "I'll most definitely require a hands-on demonstration, Miss Martintelli."
