Five Minutes More – Tex Beneke and The Glenn Miller Orchestra

There is a version by Frank Sinatra, also really good. The song was originally released in 1946 (there's a theme!)

Angie's eyes opened begrudgingly slowly; the lids feeling heavy and swollen as she inhaled sharply, stretching under the covers as she regained consciousness. Being up this early was a direct result of working early shifts at the Automat, ingraining itself in her sleep habits. She sighed, wriggling her toes under the covers as she snuggled into the pillow, willing the sun to disappear for another five minutes. They hadn't gone to bed too late, spending most of it laying in the dark, listening to each other's breathing before finally settling into their respective sides of the bed. She risked a little bit of heartbreak, reaching her hand out behind her back to Peggy, her heart fluttering when the other woman's fingers interlaced with hers. They slept soundly, Angie's hand firmly clasped in Peggy's as thought it was something they'd done regularly. Somewhere in the middle of the night, they'd managed to move closer, Angie tucked right into Peggy like a spoon. She lay still, admiring the way Peggy was as chaste in her dreams as she was awake; her right arm was draped around her waist holding her close without restricting her. She listened to the sounds of the city waking up outside her window, cars and birds competing to see which one could issue the harshest sounds at seven am on a Sunday. She knew they'd need to be up early; Ms. Fry was very stern when it came to Sunday morning breakfasts and religious obligations but Angie couldn't see herself wriggling free from the tangle of bed sheets and a particularly strong arm draped around her. She could smell breakfast wafting up through the floorboards, tendrils of flavor tingling her nostrils as she inhaled deeply.

Angie slowly rolled onto her back, Peggy's arm still draped across her torso. She turned her head to the right, watching Peggy as she slept, impressed that she wasn't slack jawed and drooling. She waited a moment, held her breath and rolled over one more time onto her right side, facing Peggy, a victorious grin on her face.

She studied the lines in Peggy's face, small creases at the corners of her mouth and crinkles by her eyes. Angie was pleased that they were laugh lines rather than from frowning. She brushed her lips against Peggy's jaw, ghosting against her skin in a way that made Angie want to wake up Peggy with kisses and tickle her just to be the source of those laugh lines. She trailed her fingertips along Peggy's jaw, her thumb along her lower lip, wondering if it would be rude to kiss her, right here and now. They'd kissed a few times last night, each time, Angie initiating each kiss, shivering whenever Peggy would match her intensity with passion. Angie hadn't counted on the polite woman currently spooning her to be so aggressive when it came to kissing. She waited with bated breath, risking a kiss before slipping out of bed, throwing on something decent, grabbing her purse and sneaking off to breakfast.

It may have just been the code that had developed with the girls, a sort of don't ask, don't tell policy when it came to stashing meals that made Angie particularly crafty today. She knew they wouldn't tell on her as she picked her way along the breakfast line. They'd all dealt with the pang of hunger at some point during the day or night and even cheered each other on when someone had managed to find a way to completely disregard the rule about stashing meals. She'd been quite diligent in her padding and today was the true test of her skills. She stacked her plate with eggs, bacon, toast and potatoes, expertly slipping in fresh fruits into her bag before managing to procure two glasses of juice and carefully balance everything on one tray.

"Jeeze, eating for two are ya, Martinelli?" came one jibe as she turned, avoiding her usual table and trying to dash out of the dining room without more interaction.

"Mind your manners Hawthorne." She shot back playfully, disappearing out of the room and quickly winding up the staircase back to her bedroom. She slipped her key into her door, hip checking it and locking it tight, still clutching the overloaded tray, thankful no one had roused suspicion and told Mrs. Fry. She placed the tray onto her dresser, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She didn't think Peggy was going to stay the night, let alone be a gentlewoman and not press for anything more than sharing the bed. They'd spent most of the evening sleepily talking about nothing, both of them kissing when things felt like they'd ran their course. Angie tucked against Peggy's hip, her face in the crook of her neck. It had been the best sleep she'd had in ages and as she stood at the foot of the bed, watching Peggy as she snuggled deeper into the pillow she had been sleeping on, her face buried into the material as though she was trying to drown out the world, Angie had never thought she would be happier than in this moment.

"I should hope that you are working on an immaculate sketch." Peggy whispered, before smothering her face into the pillow, chuckling at Angie's groan. She turned, eyes still closed with a smirk on her face as she spoke. "You were planning on sketching me, yes?"

"Jeeze English, you're awake?" Angie blurted out in surprise, jerking back a foot.

"Well, I found it difficult to continue sleeping with a certain someone staring at me." Peggy replied, smacking her lips and slowly opening her eyes. She pushed herself up on her elbows, groggily looking around the room that mirrored her own, her brows knit together as her eyes adjusted to the light. "Like some old romantic I hoped you had been sketching me as I slept. I dare say I'm slightly disappointed."

"Did you one better, I got breakfast." Angie replied her cheeks pinking with embarrassment as she covered her face with her hands and flopped onto the end of the bed. "Besides, I'm not all that artistically inclined."

"I always thought that you were, given your theatrical gifts."

Angie shrugged, a lopsided grin on her face. "Don't believe everything you hear about theater types, English."

"What should I believe?" Peggy asked, her skin tingling wherever Angie's eyes landed.

She turned, peering seductively over her shoulder, doing her best to smolder like some of her Hollywood idols, her voice dropping an octave for added effect. "Believe that if I could, I would sketch you like some high falootin' French girl."

Peggy grinned. "Would you be upset if I told you that's already happened?"

Angie's jaw dropped. She imagined Peggy as chaste as a nun but based on the way she kissed, all heat and passion and the way she was looking at Angie now, eyes bright, hair tousled and just a little disheveled, she could see a seductress staring right back at her. "You're joking." She watched the way Peggy's eyes lit up as a genuine smile crossed her lips. "No kidding, really?"

"I slept rather comfortably, thank you for asking." Peggy replied with a smirk, effectively changing the subject, propping her head up on her arm, watching Angie. "And you?'

"You can't just change the subject…" Angie replied, still stunned by Peggy's comment despite being slightly aroused by the idea. She pictured Peggy, lying as casually as she was, the same look in her eyes, lacking some of the clothing she was wearing. Angie swallowed hard, trying her best to commit the image to memory. "Probably the best sleep I've had in awhile." Angie answered honestly with a shy shrug.

"Good to know." Peggy replied as she sat up, pulling her legs up towards her chest, wrapping her arms around her knees. "Did they give you trouble for that?" she nodded towards the nearly decadent feast behind Angie. Her cheeks pinked at the sight of a rose tucked on the tray; she had to have snagged it from the table before slipping back to the bedroom. The thought made her heart flutter.

Angie shook her head, a defiant glint in her eye. "Nah, the girls know better."

Peggy blushed, gratitude in her smile. "I appreciate the effort."

"Anytime." Angie replied, taking the tray and placing it on the bedspread. "I don't mind it."

Angie retrieved the tray, placing it between the both of them, nervous about the pickings. "I got a little bit of everything. Eggs, bacon, potatoes…figured I'd give you a quality breakfast in bed…"

"Thank you Angie." Peggy said, genuinely touched by the effort. "I've never had breakfast in bed."

"Really?" Angie scoffed. "I thought you had…considering…"

"Considering what?" Peggy pressed, the grin widening as she moved forward, enjoying the way Angie blushed.

"You know…that…you've been…"

"I haven't done anything unbecoming of a lady, Angie and I'm surprised you'd think such a thing."

Angie rolled her eyes, leaning forward and giving Peggy a chaste kiss. She shivered as Peggy moved closer, pulling the unsuspecting waitress back into bed with her. Angie chuckled into the kiss, her hands roaming along Peggy's hips. "You're real continental." She said, bumping her nose against Peggy's. "French…didn't know you were fluent…"

Peggy smiled up at Angie, still reeling with how comfortable she was with Angie, her heart telling her it was alright while her mind was screaming that every second she spent in this room, in this bed, with this woman put her in serious danger. She dreaded the idea of loss, especially when she'd found someone who accepted her, no questions asked but if staying away meant keeping Angie safe, she should do it. The problem was, she couldn't, not after she'd been so kind to her last night. She pulled Angie close, holding her tightly, kissing her forehead, nose, chin and lingering on her lips. She lay still, listening to the city waking up, the sounds of their floor mates moving around outside and Angie's breathing. "Thank you." Peggy said silently, her hands drifting along Angie's back and shoulders. "For understanding last night."

"One day you're gonna tell me what that was about. I know better than to press my luck. You don't say much and I won't ask for a lot." Angie replied, pushing up in Peggy's arms to hold her gaze. "I can wait til you're ready to say whatever you've gotta say."

"Thank you."

"You already said that." Angie grinned. "Sing me a new tune."

Peggy lay still for a moment, studying the way Angie looked at her. She wasn't sure if it was adoration or if it was the first stirrings of love in her eyes. It was unnerving to think that she could be falling for someone like Angie or anyone as easily as she was; she'd tried to keep a emotions in check, locked away and out of the way but there was something irresistible about Angie. She hadn't been able to appreciate being young and without serious responsibility, now that she was with the SSR, it was still a challenge to find the joy in life but as she stared up at Angie who was staring back at her with equal intensity she just couldn't help herself. She tipped her head up, kissing Angie again, slowly, enjoying the life she breathed into her world. When they parted, Peggy couldn't help the shiver that crept along her spine. "I'm not much for singing, I'm afraid."

"She can casually quote Shakespeare but singing is a whole other problem." Angie snickered, stole another kiss before she pushed up out of Peggy's grasp. "I dunno about you but I'm pretty hungry."

"Famished." Peggy agreed, suddenly missing Angie's body molded to hers.

"How're you spending the day?"

Angie smiled as she held out a plate to Peggy. "Thought I'd just stay in…"

"All day? But it's rather lovely out."

"It's the Lord's Day and I'm feeling lazy." Angie replied. "You know, seventh day of rest and all that."

Peggy blushed, spearing eggs with her fork, aware that there was something dangling between them. "Would you mind company?"

Angie flashed a particularly toothy grin, toasting her fork against Peggy's. "Not at all."