[ she wakes like clockwork. false lighting and no conventional clocks on hand but peggy carter always feels a hunch that it's sunrise when she escapes sleep. but for the last two weeks there's been a broad-shouldered spanner thrust into the works of her usual morning routine. even today, he's thrown an arm over her body and seems to have curled her securely against him. comfortable. cozy. incorrigible. ]
-- Steve. [ she whispers. steve, she says again. peggy doubts he's really asleep. rather, he knows that 'sleeping' buys him a few more minutes before she begins the daily attempt to pry him off of her. she slides her palm from his elbow to his wrist and works her fingers beneath his hand. she shimmies away from steve. the first attempt is always gentle -- coaxing -- as though she's willing to pretend he's asleep. pretend she's reluctant to wake him with her absence. ]
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Date: 2017-01-19 05:19 pm (UTC)-- Steve. [ she whispers. steve, she says again. peggy doubts he's really asleep. rather, he knows that 'sleeping' buys him a few more minutes before she begins the daily attempt to pry him off of her. she slides her palm from his elbow to his wrist and works her fingers beneath his hand. she shimmies away from steve. the first attempt is always gentle -- coaxing -- as though she's willing to pretend he's asleep. pretend she's reluctant to wake him with her absence. ]