Dance
Peggy stands at the door watching her figure carefully as she sits in a chair nearby, bathroom light making Angie glows beneath the sheets as she dries her hair with a towel sitting in nothing more than comfy sweats and a baggy T-shirt. It's such a simple sight..such a goddamn simple sight but it feels her with so much that it confuses her and makes her worry about what they're doing. She's not sure if she's reading the situation correctly but if she is...well she's not sure. Words told to her earlier before they came home set her mind off in a million different miles.
She's still not sure if she's completely understanding the depth of it at the moment. How is it just so easy for someone to accept?
She's faced a lot too in her life. She's faced the craziest things you've ever seen in the war, fell in love with an impossible man, loved impossible people, beat some of the toughest sons a'bitches you've ever seen in your entire life. She's nearly been drowned and she's been shot several times. How crazy is that? How crazy is it that this has to be the scariest thing she's ever faced?
Who knew a dinner could prove so troubling and eye-opening at the same time.
Who knew you could look someone in the face and get a perfect glimpse of their soul you've ever seen? Peggy sure as hell didn't.
She's still watching Angie as she stirs lightly, shoulder exposed as she moves. Peggy stops what she's doing and leans forward propping herself up with her elbows on her legs, hands meeting in-between her legs. She's got this urge now to kiss the shoulder or at least run a soft hand on it and whisper sweet nothings into her ear as long as it helps her sleep. She wonders if they did kiss earlier when they- if anything would be different at this moment.
She wonders if their bodies would be pressed against each other, a special warmth bubbling between them there letting her know it's all very real. She wonders if they'd be in each others arms and asleep just comfortable in each others presence. She wonders if her hands would be exploring newfound freedom with consent if she just confessed.
She wouldn't trade this sight for anything, however. It would be nice to experience being next to her dangerously close and watching Angie smile, but sometimes it's better to just take in the world for a moment. She learned that a long time ago. Now is just another one of those times she's actually remembered to do it. The sheets trapping Angie comfortable as she lays on her stomach looking absolutely peaceful. Peggy looks down at her hands and thinks.
How did this happen anyways? This train of thought? That she's so smitten, dare she say what she really means...smitten is close but not as intense.
*
Angie's fingers enlaced with her own, a smile on their faces as they chat about a time Howard invited them to a ball he threw and they hid away in his office drinking and laughing. It's such a sweet thought because they did nothing but enjoy each other and talk the night away instead of forcing a front on and trying to make up conversation as random people pulled them to the dance floor and tried to impress with a fancy schmancy move or line.
Now feels like that because of the amount of just fun it is to laugh about Howards face when he saw them laying on the couch laughing about nothing, Angie tucked into Peggy's side in a silky red dress as Peggy herself wore a blue dress showing off her tattoo on a shoulder. He gave them a look and groaned to them for minutes that felt like hours, complaining that her tattoo (howling commando's with a coyote's head. Howling placed above it, Comando's placed beneath.) was silly. It made them laugh harder and snort at one point before he was forced to drive them home.
It was a sweet memory because it was a rare occasion they let go and just went with the flow. It felt nice.
As soon they hit the room looked like just another ballroom ( the mansion is ridiculously big) with random tables and couples seated at them being served. The lights have turned nice and warm as people push past them to leave. Angie comes to a stop to look for the Curt's as she presumes. Peggy looks down at their hands enlaced and it feels warm..the kind of special warmth. She squeezes her hand a little tighter and as Angie waves someone down, she looks at Peggy and smiles.
They walk hand in hand to the table slowly and Peggy takes in the scene. It's so- polished? and clean but formal it boggles her mind how they pulled this off. It was almost flawless and something out of a dream for her. It smelled of citrus, she didn't understand the smell, but it was pleasant to her. The lights lit the room up in such a way that she was sure this was something Howard had wished up just to look so aesthetically pleasing he would get any woman he wanted.
Mrs. Curt sat a table in a sweatshirt, hair still down, but looked irritated and frustrated. When she saw Peggy looking at her she smiled changing her tone of body posture completely and waved. Peggy waved back. When they reached the table Peggy made sure to pull out a chair for Angie giving her a no problem when she was promptly thanked.
"It's so beautiful in here!" Angie exclaimed smiling and looking around. Peggy smiled to herself as she sat down next to her, across from Mrs. Curt.
"Really?" Angie nodded. "Yeah, I tried to make it as warm and inviting as possible." She smiled.
"You did this?" Peggy asked curiously. Curt sat forward and rose an eyebrow smiling.
"So surprising?" Peggy shook her head. Curt laughed and sat back. "Call it a designers choice. I like to change the lighting all the time. I mean how light/dark it is, the color and so on." She looked like she was reminiscing something, pausing for a moment before continuing. "I like to..dabble in various things." She looked up and smiled.
Peggy couldn't help herself as she questioned the meaning of that. Yes...Various things, how convincing. She thought to herself. The woman herself didn't seem like a bad person, but Peggy had been fooled before. She wasn't about to let that happen again. She had to be cautious under the radar.
"Various things?" She asked raising and eyebrow. She felt a hand hit her under the table and she smiled. "I guess things like this would count as various. It's not..well I'm not sure what it is." Peggy looked around with a questioning look to emphasize her point. The woman laughed and nodded.
"I suppose it is, yeah." She smiled. "I know a lot of things from being bored as a kid. I actually took engineering and mechanics in college."
"Is that so?" Angie asked. Mrs. Curt nodded. "...so does that mean you have a few extra cars in the back?"
"Angie! Darling-" Peggy interrupted.
"What? A girl likes to get up in an engine and get dirty!" She winked. Peggy had to do everything in her power she could not to blush at the thought of that.
She had seen Angie working on a car before. It was nearly the death of her. Every time she did see that she was sure she nearly died. It was marvelous to see but very...
"Actually I do." Mrs. Curt perked up with a smile. "You should come by sometime and check out some of them! It'd be nice to finally have someone around who understands the speak."
"Yeah I know how you feel. This girl here," Angie motioned to Peggy making her pout slightly. "Is beautiful but just doesn't understand it." She smiled taking one of Peggy's hands for effect.
"But I do love it when you ramble," She said truthfully. "It's absolutely adorable." She touched the tip of Angie's nose and grabbed took a sip of a drink that had been placed in front of them by a woman who scurried off rather hurriedly. It couldn't hurt to let a little truth seep through with these things could it? She didn't think so.
The food was alright and smooth. Ice Cream (which their host joked about it having a name she couldn't pronounce.), fancy cake- well okay if you asked Angie everything was fancy. The talk was lighthearted and nothing too deep or much to take from it. After all if you started asking about serial killings when you basically just started talking to them was a tad suspicious.
What Angie saw, however, was more telling. She wouldn't say it, but a lot of what she said hinted at bigger things. Angie also felt like there was much more to this woman than what was told in papers and such. Most..people like her husband got a kick out of gloating in ways that could easily be dismissed because of how it was said. Like "He wouldn't shut up, So I..gave him incentive" would be "He kept ratting so I had him killed/threatened his family, in Angie's experience. She knows. She saw her Pa do it.
Angie easily kept up her front but after awhile she became tired of it.
She became tired of trying to examine the scene in and out. Honestly if she had too she would prefer not to know too much about this woman. Jake had told her...more than she needed to know and it caused her to be protective. You couldn't tell from the outside but you know, she put up a wall and had to find a way around it. She had been around these kinds of people. The more they knew, the more they could hurt you.
She became tired of seeing things that reminded her of her past. The thoughts of her father, and what he could and would do. What her mother hid. What her brothers helped make in return.
She became tired of trying to force a smile. She was just tired by the end.
She became tired of trying not to look at Peggy and wish this was all real. In a way, it was too her. She was sure to Peggy that wasn't it. It was just a mission. That was exhausting.
She could see a lot of things, none of it was what she wanted to see.
Eventually, slow careful music filled the air and she had to smile to herself. It was simple and sweet, it was also a good way to relay information to Peggy she realized. A disguise for an excuse to get up from whatever small talk was taking place. With that in mind (and the urge to get Peggy dancing), she carefully stood up and took Peggy's hand.
She was stopped by Curt who wished them good luck and a smile as Angie explained she wanted to dance a little, her leg was falling asleep, and the song was slow enough they could just sway if they wanted. Peggy easily complied and lead her to where a few others where dancing and talking. She carefully wrapped her arms around Angie's waist blushing only slightly when she winked, as Angie wrapped her arms around Peggy's neck smiling.
"What is it?" Peggy asked softly.
"How rude." Angie teased. "I figure we far away enough she can't hear." She smiled. Before Peggy could ask (but still lead dance) she elaborated, "I noticed some things she said that was off English. I can...read lips okay and there's some that bothered me when she stepped away to talk to people. Not to mention...where's the hubby?"
"That is quite weird," Peggy admitted furrowing her eyebrows. "I can guarantee you he is indulging himself and in about a week we will see a body." She sounded frustrated and Angie could relate. It hadn't been more than a couple of days since they started and it was already looking squeaky clean to the point...Angie knew this was not going to be a cakewalk.
"Yeah...not ta mention I think she has like a...special forces?" Peggy looked up at her. "Some of the guys here have like a patch on their clothes. It's like a heart."
"What makes you think it's a special unit?" She asked curiously.
"When my da- trust me...people this need extra bodyguards. Usually Ex-Military. Let's talk about this at home okay?" Peggy didn't say anything but nodded. "I feel eyes on us," She admitted.
"Then let's just enjoy the dance, yeah?" Angie smiled at her and nodded.
The grew silent and just swayed to the music. For Angie she gladly just enjoyed the feel of Peggy's arms around her. Though she was sure they were being watched, Curt could only be so suspicious at first, she felt herself relax. Peggy felt tense and still on guard, however. She wished she could remove the tenseness. Peggy deserved at least a moment without feeling on guard.
She laid her head in the crook of Peggy's neck, catching her off guard and tensing a little more. Angie was afraid she messed up until Peggy relaxed and let her arms wrap more firmly around her. It made her smile into skin. She couldn't help but feel like it was a win every time she got Peggy to relax even a little bit. Peggy had her reasons for sure, but there were times she couldn't believe how tense she was, or times that there was no need for her to be.
For Peggy, she enjoyed the closeness. She couldn't help but feel like it had been forever since she had been this close to someone in her life. It was silly for sure, but she liked it. She liked it even more that it was Angie she was close to at this moment.
As her hands wrapped firmer around the smaller frame she could feel a warmth between the two. It was a special type of warmth she hadn't felt in such a very long time, she missed it. It put this into perspective because the warmth made her want to hold her tighter. To wish for the impossible.
She cared about Angie, but in a way she didn't think she would. Every morning they woke up and met in the hallway, Angie was just as beautiful at that moment. She'd either look like she slept wonderfully or like she could kill someone. Peggy couldn't imagine that any other way as weird as it sounded. She smiled to herself. Every dinner they had been usually cooked by Angie's experienced hands and was full of talk about everything under the sun she had experienced during the day.
She had never experienced that with a person. A person that she loved hearing everything they had to say. Like she couldn't get enough of hearing their voice. It was easy to just wish her to never stop talking simply because of her voice. Every comment out of worry or care made it all that much better. Angie..she cared a lot about a lot. The fact Peggy was one of those things? It made her so happy to know.
There was a word to go along with how she felt. She didn't word it or say it yet. She was scared. But she acknowledged it a few months ago. Since then it's only grown.
When Angie lifted her head up to say something to Peggy because of a content sigh she released her voice stopped in her throat as their eyes met. Peggy nearly gasped at what she saw. Something...she hadn't seen often filled Angie's eyes. She finally had a word to put behind it and it caused her to heart to stop.
Angie saw the same with just as much intensity as she closed her mouth. It was a moment she didn't think they'd ever get. Sure she had wished it...but this wasn't exactly the prime way she thought they'd share it.
Fuck it, Angie thought to herself. They had wasted a lot of time. Peggy- she cared a lot about Angie. Just as much as Angie did apparently. This was scary, but she wanted it off her chest.
She was surprised though when Peggy pulled her closer. It was such a simple moment. Peggy's eyes said kiss me, Angie's said okay. She could feel her body make the movements. Her heart hammered in her chest.
However before lips could connect a loud shatter startled them apart. A man had dropped his cup (A little too tipsy) and dropped it before apologizing loudly as Jake assisted him. Angie turned to find Peggy rubbing the back of her neck and looking sheepishly away. Looking anywhere but at her...it hurt.
"Maybe we- maybe we should get back?" Angie asked walking back to the table. Peggy nodded and Angie rubbed her arm walking slowly.
"Yeah.." Peggy told no one in particular but cursed the drunken man inwardly.
*
Peggy stood up from her place in the chair throwing her towel into a small hamper and turned the light off before walking towards the bed. Once they had gotten home Angie opted for changing into pajama's and heading to bed. Exhausted about the night. Peggy gave her privacy and talked with Jake awhile before deciding to go to bed herself.
Angie was sound asleep by the time she had gotten in the room. She decided on a shower to give herself time to think. It worked for awhile. She was left with her thoughts under hot water that took out knots in her body and relaxed her comfortably. She knew very well she and Angie would have to talk about it, but she wanted to think about it all.
She'd never judge by a look or expression. Only words. that was very important to Peggy, to hear words confirming or dismissing what happened. Maybe it was a look or moment to Angie that helped their cover. Maybe it was was more to her like it was to Peggy. Honestly, she wasn't sure. She couldn't be sure. Not unless they talked about it. Great way to complicated the mission.
Peggy sighed and found herself into the bed beneath comfy sheets. How the hell was a bed so comfortable? How the hell was she using that as a way to ignore her real questions. She groaned at the thought and stretched before covering her eyes with her hands and sighing.
Movement beside her made her halt and wait. No sooner or later than a second or two later a body pressed itself against her and let out a content sigh. She moved her hands and looked to find Angie finding extra warmth against her and wrapping an arm around her. She couldn't help but blink.
Yeah, that's how this train of thought started. Angie was Angie and she loved her for it.
She in return turned on her side giving Angie more of herself and wrapped her own arms around her. Angie fixed her position and grew still again. Peggy pressed her mouth into her hair kissing the top of her head and whispering a confession she knew Angie would never hear. She let her eyes close and sighed.
Angie was Angie and she loved her for it.