[ after a moment or two of his tracings, peggy ducks her chin and catches his thumb with her teeth -- what she offers is little more than a kiss once her featherlight bite scrapes free. the sound is soft but it seems to fill the otherwise quiet room.
she's here. but so is he. funerals and memorials be damned, they still have each other for a little longer. last night's losses make this morning a little bit sweeter. no touch, no breath, no scrap of affection can be taken for granted. ]
Perhaps we should be taking turns.
[ her fingers paint invisible lines along his back. ]
[ it's an emotional process, deal with a loss each night only to wake up for a reunion but steve wouldn't trade it for anything else. he knows what lays down the other path, the shallow, morbid sense of grief that he tries not to think about anymore. he did a much better job focusing on how vivid she is before he had to remember her funeral each and every night.
her suggestion or perhaps the fleeting touch of her fingers draw a content sigh. he can feel her heartbeat , steady as it is and for a moment he thinks the rhythm might lull back to sleep again. ]
Are you sure it's in your best interest?
[ this arrangement might mean more than the usual stolen twenty minutes in bed. ]
[ plenty, she knows. last time they'd been taken onto the marsiva, little secrets had made themselves known -- and not the sorts from inside others' heads. if she refrains from telling him so now, then it's only because she knows he'll exhaust himself trying to tear every wall apart.
and peggy -- well, she's not yet convinced those breadcrumbs aren't a trail left behind on purpose just to enervate them. so she keeps it to herself. ]
[ which is more of a compliment than a complain. trust a sharp, clever mind to find something to do even here. however, whatever it is, it could stand to wait a few more minutes, surely. he lifts himself on one elbow, eyeing her. ]
Alright, tomorrow morning, same time. it's a date.
[ he smiles, brushes a few hair strands away from her cheek. ]
[ a date. she nearly confirms -- wry and unimpressed. but she'd agreed to it; hell, she welcomes it. and although she can't say so in hard real words, she misses something found in their mornings together aboard the starstruck. they aren't perfect and she doesn't always enjoy being pulled and kept and barred from getting on with her day. but they are far far far better than being lonely.
her nose crinkles when he turns sentimental again. ]
You're hardly impartial.
[ but the compliment is nice enough. she'd never be caught lingering with anyone else with so little polish put in place. even if that polish is simply combat boots and a practical plait. ]
[ though whenever he relents so easily he also offers some sort of sassy commentary. Today isn't different. Steve could tell her he thinks her most beautiful without her armor, he could probably be bolder and add and fewer clothes and get away with murder.
Instead, he leans in, bumps his nose against hers. ]
If you're really doubting me, we could take a poll.
[ her response begins as a grumble -- moody and contrarian, in spite of how honey-sweet the morning's been thus far. peggy knows he's got his sights set on riling her.
(it's working.)
for months, now, he's been coiling his arguments around the absurd idea that they should treat their relationship like a public thing: to be announced, alluded to, acknowledged. and peggy has taken small steps to that end. but does it really matter? anyone whose opinion they care about already knows and doesn't need to be told. and if there's someone left in the dark, they soon won't be once the nightly dream-rooms get through with them. ]
We could. [ she huffs, tweaking the cuff of his ear. his head stays near; she looks him in his eyes. ] But we won't. You won't.
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Date: 2017-06-19 06:29 pm (UTC)she's here. but so is he. funerals and memorials be damned, they still have each other for a little longer. last night's losses make this morning a little bit sweeter. no touch, no breath, no scrap of affection can be taken for granted. ]
Perhaps we should be taking turns.
[ her fingers paint invisible lines along his back. ]
Tomorrow, you can come and 'wake' me up.
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Date: 2017-06-21 06:29 pm (UTC)her suggestion or perhaps the fleeting touch of her fingers draw a content sigh. he can feel her heartbeat , steady as it is and for a moment he thinks the rhythm might lull back to sleep again. ]
Are you sure it's in your best interest?
[ this arrangement might mean more than the usual stolen twenty minutes in bed. ]
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Date: 2017-06-23 11:40 am (UTC)[ plenty, she knows. last time they'd been taken onto the marsiva, little secrets had made themselves known -- and not the sorts from inside others' heads. if she refrains from telling him so now, then it's only because she knows he'll exhaust himself trying to tear every wall apart.
and peggy -- well, she's not yet convinced those breadcrumbs aren't a trail left behind on purpose just to enervate them. so she keeps it to herself. ]
Might as well spend it with you.
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Date: 2017-06-23 06:38 pm (UTC)[ which is more of a compliment than a complain. trust a sharp, clever mind to find something to do even here. however, whatever it is, it could stand to wait a few more minutes, surely. he lifts himself on one elbow, eyeing her. ]
Alright, tomorrow morning, same time. it's a date.
[ he smiles, brushes a few hair strands away from her cheek. ]
You look nice.
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Date: 2017-06-24 01:12 pm (UTC)her nose crinkles when he turns sentimental again. ]
You're hardly impartial.
[ but the compliment is nice enough. she'd never be caught lingering with anyone else with so little polish put in place. even if that polish is simply combat boots and a practical plait. ]
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Date: 2017-06-27 08:27 pm (UTC)[ though whenever he relents so easily he also offers some sort of sassy commentary. Today isn't different. Steve could tell her he thinks her most beautiful without her armor, he could probably be bolder and add and fewer clothes and get away with murder.
Instead, he leans in, bumps his nose against hers. ]
If you're really doubting me, we could take a poll.
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Date: 2017-06-27 08:50 pm (UTC)(it's working.)
for months, now, he's been coiling his arguments around the absurd idea that they should treat their relationship like a public thing: to be announced, alluded to, acknowledged. and peggy has taken small steps to that end. but does it really matter? anyone whose opinion they care about already knows and doesn't need to be told. and if there's someone left in the dark, they soon won't be once the nightly dream-rooms get through with them. ]
We could. [ she huffs, tweaking the cuff of his ear. his head stays near; she looks him in his eyes. ] But we won't. You won't.
[ don't you even dare. ]