Sleeping Arrangments
Peggy stared at the blanket and pillow laid out on the couch. “Bloody hell, Steve.”
Steve looked from the sofa to her, resembling nothing so much as a confused puppy. “What?”
Angie came in just then, hair in curlers. She started to speak, took in the situation, gaze flicking between Peggy and Steve, then back to Peggy. “Is this what it looks like, English?”
“Quite,” Peggy replied, a sour, disbelieving, exasperated expression on her face.
The laughter Angie burst into was loud enough to make Captain America jump. This, of course, only made her laugh harder. “Seriously?” she forced out between giggles. “You wanna sleep on the couch, Steve? That thing’s so small that your legs will touch the floor.”
“It’s not so much that I want to,” said Steve, slow and careful, like he’d accidentally stumbled into enemy territory without shield or direarm. “I just…”
“Wanna preserve our honor?” Angie was still laughing through her words, doubled over. “Honey, Peg took whatever honor I had left a long time ago.”
Peggy made a disgruntled noise in the back of her throat. “No need to be so sentimental about our courtship, love.”
Angie just braced a hand against Peg’s shoulder, using the Brit to hold herself up.
“Darling,” Peg drawled, keeping one eye on Angie, who’d probably hurt herself if she kept up this level of hysterical laughter, “I believe you’re overlooking one of the bigger perks of this living arrangement.”
Steve frowned, then his eyes went wide. “Oh. Us. All of us. In the same…I didn’t think…we didn’t discuss…”
“I didn’t think we had to.” Sometimes his virtuous nature was indescribably frustrating. “I’ve waited quite a long time to sleep next to you, Steve. I won’t wait any longer.”
“And I bunk where English bunks,” said Angie, wiping tears from her eyes as she tried regaining control. “I need my Peggy pillow.” The look she got from Peg set her off again, and she clutched at her side, leaning more heavily into her lover.
Sighing, Peggy wrapped an arm around Angie. “I suggest we retire while Angie is still able to move under her own power.” She extended her free arm, which Steve took. He still looked a bit confused, but happy as well. Peggy walked out of the parlor, two people she loved on either side of her. “Six bedrooms in this place, and you were going to sleep on the couch. Honestly, Steve…”