Someone To Watch Over Me
After the events of "Snafu" Peggy has to rethink a few things. Let's say timewise, they only had Peggy for a day or two, max and Angie is dramatic so it might as well have been two centuries.
Title from Ella Fitzgerald's "Someone to Watch Over Me"
A/N I'm super into them now and it's spiraling out of control
Jarvis was kind enough to wait outside the ladies room, aiding where he could with the injured agents, his eyes occasionally darting toward the door, knowing Peggy was fully capable of slipping away without anyone noticing. She was visibly rattled and only nodded when he offered his advice, trying to assuage the terrible sense of dread settling on her shoulders. She was blaming herself for what happened to Dooley, failing Howard, nearly getting Sousa killed and Thompson's constant glare as he paced around the debris, trying to make sense of what had transpired.
They knew Item 17 was missing and as Peggy angrily paced the halls, he was starting to see what it was that everyone admired about the young agent; she was smart, self assured, quick thinking and despite the obstacles thrown at her by her own agency, she continued to smash through them.
Then a report came in that a movie theater had been the site of a horrific mass murder.
Everything Peggy had tried valiantly to keep from occurring did at a great cost to the very place she'd been most loyal to. He turned again, staring at the hall, knowing that if he were to knock, she wouldn't be in there and he hadn't the slightest idea where she would go.
"Whattya mean an explosion?!" Angie exclaimed, the color draining from her cheeks as she turned returned to the counter, turning up the radio, mouth agape as the reporter rattled off what he knew. "Gunfire erupts in the middle of the city followed by a mysterious midair explosion from the Bell Company today. Witnesses say a man leapt from the building before exploding. The police have cordoned off the area and refusing to give any more details. The mayor is expected to speak shortly on the matter."
Angie's mind raced. She'd seen Peggy carted off by the G-men, despite her best efforts to throw them off the trail. She hadn't heard anything from her or anyone else for that matter. Dottie was gone and as far as Ms. Fry was concerned, neither were a loss; they had violated her rules and there were consequences. Angie packed everything she could find, stashing it in a box in her closet before the boys who'd carted Peggy off could come back and take any of her things for evidence. She hated it, the feeling she was rooting through her sweetheart's room knowing that she had no idea what happened to her; she feared that everything that had transpired between them had been some kind of act. For a brief moment, she entertained leaving everything but as she cleared her dresser, her heart stopped at the sight of Peggy's lipstick, just where she'd left it as though she were coming back from an errand. She pocketed the item and cleared the dresser before leaving. She'd spent the next days and nights fretting, watching the doors at the Automat, spilling coffee on the counter and crying into her pillow at night. Every brunette that walked in, she stared at until they made eye contact, drawing on her acting experience to mask the disappointment that it wasn't her. She routinely checked on Peggy's room, nudging the door open, disappointed that whatever had made it's four walls and a roof feel like Peggy to her disappearing as time wore on. She would sit on the edge of the stripped down bed, watching the shadows shifting around in the room; they'd spent more time in Angie's room than in Peggy's but she still felt that they had shared a few things in this room as well.
She had taken to sabotaging the prospective interviews of the girls who were answering the ads placed by telling them about the strange habits of one of the tenants, making them more outlandish with each telling. She knew Peggy couldn't come back here, but she liked the idea that she was a ghost haunting the halls; it comforted her in a strange way.
Her heart ached. She stared at the radio as though it would say something personally reassuring. "Angie Martinelli, your sweetheart was not harmed but we cannot confirm her whereabouts at this time. Now check in on table twelve, he's been here for awhile." She sighed. Wishful thinking.
Angie was terribly distracted the rest of her shift. Information was sparse at best, more g-men on the scene, telling everyone to get even farther back while they undoubtedly covered up what happened. She managed to work through it, knowing that she couldn't ask the cook to turn it off, everyone silently listening to the updates with rapt attention. Whispers became conversations about communists and the Nazi sympathizers slowly crawling out of the woodwork, which lead to heated debates about just what it was the government was doing and where the hell was Captain America? The Automat was starting to empty out as people feared the worst. That meant whatever pennies she was going to make would be made up of one table and maybe someone who was fed up with all the bad news and no hamburger to enjoy.
"Reports are surfacing of a major gas leak in a movie theater. Police and firemen are rushing to the scene and we hope to have further details."
"Jeeze. You think it's them for real?" a man asked Angie as she absently poured him more coffee. She tried her best to keep a smile on her face as she answered. "Dunno, but I sure hope we've got somebody to stop it."
"Well, there's always Cap." He replied, a false sense of optimism in his voice.
Angie punched out and walked back home, her mind concocting a thousand theories of her own none of them involving the whereabouts of Captain America but just was but who the hell Peggy Carter was.
Angie had a theater she loved to go to. It was the same one that they'd gone to on what Angie deemed to be their first date. She ran as fast as she could, aware that she was going to be drawing attention to herself as she did so, pulling the door open and finding the lobby was perfectly fine. There were dozens of movie theaters, people were dead and it alarmed her that all she wanted to do was find one person. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before taking off for the Automat.
She almost let out a string of swears at the sight of the empty restaurant, panting as she angrily gripped the bar to the revolving door. She checked her watch and pressed on, making her way to The Griffith.
Peggy should not have been as surprised as she was to have been able to easily slip into the building, she'd been able to sneak out, scale the side, hide Howard Stark in the dumbwaiter but it still shocked her to know she was capable of such a feat. Instinct kept telling her she should've stayed put at the office, there was a high probability that Dottie and Dr. Ivchenko would make their next move nearby but she needed to get out of there, she needed to regroup, think and to do that, she had to get to The Griffith and to Angie.
She wove her way around the premises, visiting Angie's usual haunts and growing increasingly anxious when it became painfully clear that she should've trusted her instinct and just made her way to every movie theater until she found her. She watched the doors, reading the paper and keeping her eyes on the door, hoping to catch Angie as she entered. Her heart was pounding. She couldn't run around the entire island of Manhattan looking for Angie but she felt an ache in her legs that said she could run everywhere if it meant finding her safe and sound. Her eyes roamed the lobby for a moment more before deciding to check on her room.
Peggy stopped at Angie's door, grasping the knob and twisting, hoping she kept to her strange tendency to leave it open when she was in; it always annoyed Angie when she had to knock to enter Peggy's room. She wasn't sure if she should be overjoyed or terrified.
She made her way down the hall, passing her own room and approaching Dottie's door. She looked down the hall one more time, knowing she was alone before she made quick work of the locks, knowing she would find it empty but still needing to see it for herself. She opened the door slowly, using it as a shield as it slowly swung inward. It had been meticulously cleaned; either Dottie was an expert or Ms. Fry insisted on a top to bottom scrub down once the woman left. She let out a disappointed sigh and pushed her way in, checking for trip wire, traps, hidden caches, anything that would lead Peggy to her next location or even tip the scales in their favor. She was crouched low, peering under the bed, her fingertips pressing against the floorboards hoping to find a lose board similar to the one she'd been using in her own room. She stood up, her mouth skewed with disappointment. Every hiding place Peggy found and would have used had been utilized and cleared out. She peered at the headboard, mouth drawn; there were scuffmarks on the railing. Dottie had retained the need to cuff herself to the bed at night. She ran her palms and fingers along the walls for makeshift patches or holes, hoping something had been left behind but Dottie had used her window well.
She backed out of the room, carefully peering her head out, checking the hall before exiting the room, closing it behind her. She made her way to her own room, palming the key Angie had made for her and slipping it into the lock. It felt strange; she had climbed out of bedroom window, hid on the ledge and escaped out of Angie's room before confronting Dottie. It had been a strange few days. She wasn't surprised to find that it had been cleared of her belongings but it still added to the hurt she had been subjected to while in custody. Her peers didn't respect her at all and while she would've gladly have taken everything that belonged to Dottie, or whomever she was, just to have a better understanding of her, she would have felt some sympathy for her. Dottie was just like Peggy at in a frighteningly evolved way; they were women no one would notice, which made them perfect for their parts in this dangerous game. Peggy dreaded the notion of go toe to toe with Dottie, the girl they had encountered in Russia being a prime example of just how lethal and ruthless Dottie was capable of being but she needed to be stopped and Peggy was determined to be the one to finish this.
She slowly opened her dresser drawer, opening the compartment at the center of the drawer and fishing out a box filled with photos. She stood up, cupping it close to her body before the door opened slowly and Angie's frame filled the doorway.
"English?" Angie whispered, immediately closing the door and rushing towards Peggy, her arms wrapping around her shoulders, burying her face into Peggy's neck. "Where the heck have you been? Did you know there was an explosion at the phone company?! They said a guy just…blew up…I mean…I know you weren't there but…" she pulled back, her eyes big and watery as she stared at a befuddled looking Peggy, her hands gripping Peggy by the biceps. "Are you okay? Where were you? What happened…?"
Peggy leaned forward, forgetting the box, the world and everything in it, kissing Angie full on the mouth, pushing her into the nearby wall, covering her with the body. Angie's body sagged into Peggy's her hands tangling into her hair, pulling her closer. They had never kissed like this, all tongues and hunger, tugging at clothing they knew they shouldn't be pulling on. Peggy pulled back enough to catch her breath, her lipstick smeared along Angie's mouth, earning a low growl as she kissed Angie again, trying to mark her with her lips. She kissed Angie's cheeks, her neck, her teeth grazing against Angie's pulsepoint before she pressed their foreheads together. They stood still, catching their breath, hands moving along hips and pulling closer. She felt something rolling around in her body, a strange need to be closer and closer to this woman despite the danger. Roger Dooley, a good dedicated man had died today protecting his agents from something she had done. She lost Steve, agents she'd trusted and admired died and she wanted to walk away, tell her that it was over, that this was the last time they would see each other and she was determined to mean it. Peggy was certain she was jinxed. She was perfectly capable of functioning in the world without romantic inklings, she was determined to do her job; yet, she knew that she was capable of the emotion. She was unsure if acting on it was wise. "I feared the worst…" she kissed her again, softer.
"Same here…" Angie replied quietly, her eyebrows knit with worry, eyes glistening with tears. "I thought I'd never see you again."
Even after her time in service, there was a war still raging in side of Peggy Carter. It was complex and simple, basic and intricate. A perfect balancing act where she was one thing to one person, someone to someone else and nobody to everyone all at the same time. In the interrogation room, she had let Dooley, Thompson and Sousa have it. She had been invisible to the SSR, allowing her to operate the way the case required to clear Howard Stark. She never felt equal next to the people with whom she shared the same profession. Howard respected her because Howard was a strangely progressive man, despite his Lothario behavior; she was smart and that's all he needed to know. Steve was a kindred spirit and knew she was more than capable of anything, regardless of her gender. They had only seen one side of her; the warrior, the patriot. She felt as though that was when she was truly admired, when she was running into danger, leading the Commandos, firing weapons, diffusing bombs, decrypting codes; when she was just a soldier out on the front lines fighting for a common good.
As she stood there in her old room, the late afternoon sunlight making it seem to glow, sirens going off somewhere in the canyons of the city, her lives started to collide. In her arms was the one thing she couldn't stand the thought of losing despite countless signs that she was meant to spend this life alone. The reason that couldn't be all that true was right in front of her, watching her silently, patiently waiting for her to get out of her thoughts and come back to the moment. Angie didn't know every facet of Peggy's life, she didn't know she was a spy, she was capable of speaking different languages, that she could assemble a rifle blindfolded and that she enjoyed baking. Angie didn't admire her because of a skill, she just saw her. Peggy studied Angie's face, noting the hollows under her eyes and felt a pang in her chest; she hadn't been sleeping and it was starting to show. She cupped Angie's face, gazing into her green eyes. She was wide eyed and innocent, she was young, wanted to see the world, wanted to walk the boards of Broadway; the world was waiting for Angela Martinelli and Peggy was afraid being with her was going to ruin any chance for that to happen.
"Still with me English?" Angie breathed, her tone soft like the night at the theater. She was clinging to Peggy now, her fingers knotted in the back of Peggy's blouse as her eyes took in the sight of the woman she'd been missing for the past few days. She looked like she'd been worse for the wear, she was still wearing the clothes she had on when they'd arrested her, looked exhausted and barely resembled the put together woman Angie admired. "Come to my place, you look like you could use a good shower, bottle of the hard stuff and a nice bed to lay in." Peggy nodded, letting Angie slip her hand in hers, their fingers intertwining immediately.
Peggy stripped down in the bathroom, climbing into the shower and immediately stepping into the water. She was thankful the issue with boiler had been addressed the water felt incredibly comforting, her bunched muscles immediately unknotting as she rolled her head along her shoulders. She remembered to be a good guest and keep the lounging to a minimum; hot water was special commodity. She finished up and stepped out into the steamy bathroom, dressing quickly in the clothes Angie fished out for her from her stashed box of clothes and stepping out into the bedroom where she was immediately received with a possessive kiss and a small glass of bourbon. "I expect answers, eventually English, but I won't press. Not now." She reached for Peggy's hand, their fingers tangling together again.
"You deserve answers." Peggy replied quietly, eyeing the bourbon in the glass before bringing her eyes up to meet Angie's. "It's only fair."
Angie slowly nodded. "Let me freshen up, okay?" she kissed Peggy's cheek again, a warm thrill passing through her as Angie slipped into the still steamy bathroom, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Peggy sighed. The world was on the verge of burning to the ground while she was acting like a schoolgirl. She needed to return to the SSR offices; they had to stop whatever it was Leviathan promised to unleash through Dottie and Ivchenko.
Peggie anxiously downed the rest of the drink, regretting it as soon as the liquor hit her empty stomach. She grimaced, let out a gust hard breath through her nostrils as she put the glass on the night table before sitting down on the edge of the bed, her body screaming for just a moment to process everything. Her wrists were sore from the handcuffs and she wondered how long it had taken Dottie adjust to hers. She studied her wrists for a moment before the sound of the bathroom door opened and Angie emerged, her hair pulled back. She was wearing one of Peggy's nightgowns and stood somewhat pigeon-toed in the middle of the room. Peggy felt completely overdressed in all black, still barefoot as she stood and pulled Angie closer, tilting her head up and kissing her softly, drinking in Angie the way she'd had the bourbon, the burn sweeter this time. "I don't have much time…" she said, suddenly embarrassed that she'd downed the liquor the way she had. She worried what she was about to say would sound like drunk rambling. As though she read Peggy's mind, Angie took the glass, washed it out in the bathroom and handed it back filled with water. She drank it down and reached for Angie's hand, pulling her toward the bed. "I don't work with the phone company."
"Figured that already." Angie deadpanned, "Tell me something I don't know."
"I am an SSR agent." She waited, watching the subtle change in Angie's demeanor. The way her eyes searched Peggy's face for the lie. "The men who came for me, I work with them. Their reason for arrest was on suspicion of treason. They connected me with the illegal distribution of stolen Stark Industries weapons and prototype devices. They were claiming that I had been collaborating with Howard Stark, helping him stage the theft to sell the weapons on the black market. I've also been accused of murder..." Peggy said calmly, clutching Angie's hands in her own, grateful for how warm and soft they were. "In actuality, I have been working to prove his innocence and find who framed him."
Angie's eyes narrowed. "You're pulling my leg right?"
"No. I'm not."
"That bourbon must've done a number on you. I told Addie Fraiser a bottle that big for five bucks wasn't made of nothing good…" Angie shook her head in disbelief as she raised her left hand up to cup Peggy's flushed right cheek. "Let me get you some more water." She stood up, took the cup and refilled it.
"SSR. What's that, like a spy or something…?" Angie handed Peggy the cup, immediately pulling her hands back and crossing her arms. "Peggy Carter, are you a spy?"
"Agent actually." Peggy replied with raised a smirk before downing the water. "With the Strategic Scientific Reserve."
Peggy slowly nodded. "Uh huh."
"The explosion as caused by a one of Howard Stark's stolen, but recovered, weapons. It was, for lack of better wording, faulty and used against us today." Peggy looked down, watching the water for a moment. She didn't want to think about Roger wearing the heating vest, completely accepting of his fate. "I was under arrest and realized that the office was in danger but by then it was too late…a man died because of me. A good man."" she shook her head, trying to shake the image of Roger running at the window. "The theater…" she shook her head, staring off at the far wall, her eyes welling with tears. "If I had been honest sooner, told them what I knew, what was happening, I could've saved more lives." She finished the water aware that Angie was staring at her in surprise, raised eyebrows skyward.
"What happened in the theater was related to Howard Stark?" Angie asked with a shiver.
"I suspect so. Something was stolen and I believe it was what was used." She leaned forward, elbows braced on her knees, staring into the empty glass as though an answer would appear at the bottom. The bourbon had helped but it didn't agree with her stomach. "It was never meant to get out, but it was stolen and from what I've gleaned from him, he deeply regrets ever inventing the things that were stolen."
Angie stopped pacing and watched the sad look on Peggy's face. "So, you wanted answers. You wanted the truth. I'm telling you the truth."
Angie nodded. "Go on."
"I served in the War."
"No kidding." Angie lowered her chin, eyes still sparkling with skepticism. "Is that why you freaked in the movie theater? All the war stuff?"
Peggy nodded running her thumb against a bead of water that slowly made it's way down the outside of the glass. "I'm sorry about that."
Angie shook her head, dismissing the apology. "With Captain America?"
"Yes."
"Were you close?" Angie asked, a tinge of jealousy creeping into the question.
"He and I…it's complicated." She took a sip water. "We assembled a specialized team, the Howling Commandos, they're stationed in Europe…they're an unorthodox group, but I enjoyed their company."
Angie made a mental note to ask about that later. Much later. Maybe never. She inched closer, arms still crossed, scrutinizing Peggy the way she would another actor in a scene study, hoping to find the lie in their lines. "A whole buncha guys fawning over you? Hm." The jealousy was back again. If it weren't for how important it was that Angie know as much as possible, Peggy would've taken great pleasure in that.
"Do you recall when I left for a few days…?"
"You came back all banged up…" Angie replied, inching closer before finally sitting on the bed.
"I was in Russia. With them."
"Doing what?"
"Apparently discovering that our darling neighbor Dottie Underwood is a far interesting woman than we initially thought. She is a highly trained assassin. She subdued me…" With a kiss. A poisoned kiss. Peggy shuttered, her eyes landing on Angie's lips, dreading the idea of Dottie having done something like that to Angie. "That's how Agent's Sousa and Thompson were able to arrest me once I left you."
"Otherwise you woulda given them the slip?" Angie asked hopefully, still amazed that she had helped her in a daring escape. "Is that why they think you're working some kind of crazy angle with Stark? All that craziness?"
"Some of his highly classified blueprints and plans were in possession of dangerous men. I was sent over along with Agent Thompson to find the source, recover them and for myself, get to the bottom of all of this. We stumbled upon something much, much larger."
"Why did you decide to tell me this?" Angie asked. "Not that I mind. I guess I figured you'd have some kind of normal secret or something…"
"Because you deserve to know the truth and because…that explosion and the attack at the theater…is my fault."
"How could it be your fault if they had you in the clink?"
"I failed to identify Dottie, the device that killed Chief Dooley was part of items I recovered and the man that masterminded it all was the reason I was in Russia to begin with. He was the target my team and I rescued in Russia."
"Oh." Angie said, taken aback. "Jeeze Peggy…" Angie stood up, folding her arms again and pacing the room, staring down at the floor as she slowly paced back and forth. Now it was starting to fall into place. The late nights, the dismissive tone, how she always managed to avoid spending too much time with her, despite their obvious chemistry. Peggy was afraid and had been lying to protect her.
"It all fell into place and I was too late…" Peggy began, suddenly realizing she had done it; she'd done the thing that was going to keep Angie safe. She'd told her something completely insane and as a result, Angie would kick her out and tell her never to speak to her again. Maybe the truth was going to set them free and keep Angie safe.
"You didn't know who he was, did you? You didn't know he was some mastermind when you rescued him?"
"No…I did not." Peggy admitted. "I wish I had."
"So then how are any of the things that happened your fault?"
"Because I should've known, Angie, I should've trusted my instincts."
"You were following orders."
"So were the Nazis."
Angie shook her head. "No, that is not the same. Howard Stark's a friend of yours yeah? D'you think he'd just trust some dizzy dame to do his sleuthing? Peggy, You had a million things going on and enough clues to make Bogart lose his top. It sounds like you put together to get Howard out of jail or wherever he was. You can't be expected to have the answers to everything." Angie returned to the bed, reaching for Peggy's hands, clasping them tightly with her own. "Peggy Carter, if that is your real name…"
"It's Margaret." Peggy replied, a sad smile on her lips. "Margaret Elizabeth."
Angie leaned forward, a smile on her as she extended her hand. "Angela. Nice to meet you, English."
Peggy couldn't help the smile that crept across her face as she looked down at their hands. "Peggy is fine."
"She sure is…" Angie teased. "Listen to me, you didn't know what was going on. You're the smartest woman I know. You figure out movies before I can and you're nice enough not ruin them for me. Howard trusts you and it sounds like he's telling the truth."
"Oh, and what am I doing?"
"Sounds like you're saving the world…"
Peggy blushed, the sad smile returning. "I don't feel as though I am."
"You're overthinking." Angie said simply. "You and those commandos and those agents. You do way more in a day than most people and they get to walk around all oblivious to it. I feel safe…"
Peggy blushed.
"For what it's worth, it means everything that you're being honest. That you feel like you can trust me by telling me your secrets."
"I think the world of you."
"Then."
"Then what?" Peggy asked.
"You don't fess up something like that and to just anybody, especially someone like me. You want to protect the world, you want to keep it safe, I have it on good authority you trust someone enough to tell them something that you want to keep safe."
"I don't understand." Peggy replied, shaking her head. "I want to protect you…you shouldn't know these things…but I couldn't imagine keeping something like this from you. Not anymore. I put you in danger, risked your safety because I couldn't tell the truth…"
Angie's right index finger pressed up against Peggy's lips, silencing her. "But you told me and I won't tell a soul. I'll keep all your secrets." There was sadness in the statement, as though Angie knew there was a meaning behind all good things come to an end, why not this slice of happiness?
"That's not why I told you." She sighed, her shoulders slumping. "I just…I saw how Dooley became a man dedicated to the job despite having a family and…he lost his life protecting them. I don't even know if his wife knew the kind of work he did and she will never know that although he was distant, he was a good man. Then the theater was attacked…I had to make sure you were safe. I couldn't bare the thought of you believing me to be something that I am not."
"Which is?"
"A liar." Peggy replied simply with a sad shrug of her shoulders.
"People lie all the time. You're not a liar."
"Then what am I?"
"Someone braver than anyone I know. You climb the sides of buildings and solve mysteries and keep everyone safe and they don't even know it. Captain America gets all the credit but from what you're telling me, you're just as tough as he is. Maybe tougher." Her thumbs ran along Peggy's knuckles, noticing the scars and bruising that married her skin. Angie often wondered what it was Peggy got herself into, especially when she did her best not to limp on days she was off from work. She brought Peggy's hands up to her lips, kissing the knuckles softly, feeling like a Princess Charming trying to woo Peggy. "I always wanted to do that."
Peggy's cheeks flushed under the weight of Angie's words and actions. She wasn't critical of her actions, judgmental of her methods and most importantly; she was supportive of her choices. The war between her heart and mind slowed down, both parties ready to negotiate just because this woman said she didn't mind.
"You know something, I knew you weren't in the building, I told myself they had you in some cell somewhere…and…you were safe because you weren't in the building. I was kinda right, I guess but I was scared. I walked back home and kept wondering if you were safe or if you were planning on busting out to find me cause you thought I was in some kind of trouble and I kept thinking maybe I could find you somehow…I was even looking for your buddy with the shoulders. He stopped coming when you were arrested. I assumed he'd been locked up too."
The image of Angie busting her way into a building for a jailhouse breakout was comical but touching. "His name is Mr. Edwin Jarvis. He's Howard's man."
"He's helping you?"
"Yes."
Angie chuckled. "I bet he's real helpful." she said with an eyeroll, scooting closer to Peggy, their hips touching. She wanted to pull off the heavy shirt Peggy was wearing and kiss her shoulders, massage them and ease the tension that was knotting up her friend. She wanted to pull her into bed, kiss her, let her sleep safe and sound in her arms and for the briefest moment, feel the world go away. She knew she had to go, there was something dangerous out in the streets of the city, lurking and plotting. It touched Angie deeply that Peggy had risked everything to come to her. She never thought of herself as someone worth keeping tabs on. She cupped Peggy's face in her hands, holding her very still as she spoke.
"Since you're being honest, how long have you been sweet on me?" her voice was just a whisper.
"Quite some time." Peggy replied, her eyes as big as saucers.
"I thought you were, especially after you threatened that hump with a fork to his brachial artery…shoulda known you were some kind of superhero or something." Angie kissed Peggy's forehead. "If we're going to be honest, you don't know how nervous I was in the movie theater. Even if you hadn't had that moment, I wanted so badly to hold your hand, or lean against you...something. You listen to me and treat me like I'm important and the way you look at me, like you've never seen anything else in the world."
"You have a good heart."
"English, I've caught you looking at other things…" Peggy blushed, allowing Angie the freedom of kissing her again before running her lips along her jawline, her cheeks and chin. "Your telling me this means a lot but it also means you're going to do something reckless and stupid. People start confessing things they didn't want people to know so if something happens, they can die with a clean conscious…"
"I don't plan on dying, Angie."
"Good. I'm not ready to lose you." Angie leaned forward, capturing Peggy's lips; her hands on Peggy's shoulders, pulling at the rough fabric of the shirt Peggy wore, bringing Peggy closer to her. "Everyone has someone to watch for them, someone who will keep the light on. I don't mind being that for you…do you mind being that for me?"
Peggy's heart stopped. "Of course I don't."
"Then I'll leave the light on."
"Would like the answers in English or another language?" Peggie replied, moistening her lips before taking a sip of the bourbon. Her eyes closed, the liquid burning it's way along her insides, warming her up to her toes. "French perhaps."
"You speak French?"
"I believe while laying in that very bed the comment was how fluent I was." Peggy teased, all of the stress of the last few hours melting away the second her eyes landed on Angie in the doorway.