Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli - "Can I Kiss You?"
“Can I kiss you?”
Peggy almost choked on her drink. She put the cup down on the table as she faced her friend on the opposite side of the booth. “Excuse me?”
“Well,” Angie reasoned. “If I’m to be a proper and prim girl, I’ll need training. And what is more proper and prim than an English woman?”
Peggy smiled. “A kiss can hardly be considered training.”
Angie gave her a Broadway-ready pout. “Maybe I’ll pick up some of your Britishness through the kiss. Besides, you flaunt those lips all over town, English, don’t think I don’t notice.”
“Do I?” Peggy leant in. “I thought I was showing off my legs?”
Angie grinned and refilled her drink. “Your whole body,” she informed her. “Can’t you help a gal out?”
Peggy looked around the cafe. “Not here.”
Angie waved her hand as she stood up. “I know. Don’t want anyone else to steal my idea. Later, English."
Peggy watched Angie walk away, a spring in her step.
“Later,” Peggy murmured.