Peggy jolted awake rather violently when the door closed, banging her knee on the desk. Despite the pain, she had her gun at the ready and pointed at the figure in the doorframe almost instantaneously.
“Jeez, Peg, give a girl a break!” Angie exclaimed, a hand pressed to her sternum.
“Oh, Angie…!” Peggy sighed, lowering her weapon. “You gave me quite a fright.”
“Ya know, English, if I didn’t trust your reflexes so much, I’d about have a heart attack every time I caught you by surprise,” the actress grinned, taking the gun from the other woman’s well-manicured hand. Peggy stretched, then rubbed her tired eyes, smiling up at the waitress from her seat.
“Hey, sweetie,” Angie kissed Peggy affectionately, smiling against her lips. “Miss me?”
“Anytime we’re apart, my darling,” Peggy’s usual answer warmed the younger woman’s heart and she moved to sit on her lover’s lap, setting the gun down on the desk. She wrapped her arms loosely around the dark-haired woman’s neck and Peggy leaned forward to kiss her again, then winced.
“Ooh, bloody hell,” Peggy huffed. Her knee was beginning to throb, and her brow knitted at the foolishness of the injury.
“Oh, honey!” Angie laughed, kissing her temple. “What’d I tell you about these late nights?”
“Well, you startled me!” Peggy muttered sheepishly, “I didn’t think you would be home so early, what happened to your late shift?”
Angie arched an eyebrow at the agent.
“Peg. It’s past two in the morning. I finished my late shift, even stopped by the store to pick up some cocoa and a bottle of schnapps on the way home.” Peggy’s brow furrowed in confusion. “You must’ve really knocked out, sleepy-head. I hope those aren’t important papers on that desk, you practically drool when you sleep like that.”
Her eyes were shining with amusement as Peggy gaped at her, then checked her watch.
“Crikey o’reilly,” the older woman breathed. “I was just going to finish looking over a few documents and then get ready for bed, I must have dropped off for longer than I thought.”
“Well, c’mon then, sleeping beauty,” Angie giggled, standing up to pull Peggy out of her chair into another kiss. “Let me put away the stuff from the store and then I’ll put you to bed.”
Peggy followed Angie into the kitchen and waited by the doorway, stopping mid-stretch to smile appreciatively when the younger woman bent over to retrieve her purchases from their paper sack on the floor.
“Hey, Peg, where d’you want the cocoa-” Angie turned around to find the brunette unsubtly eyeing her figure, then promptly turning a very becoming shade of pink when she realized she had been caught.
“I…” Peggy cleared her throat, face flushed as Angie raised an eyebrow at her. She set the tin of cocoa down on the adjacent table and began walking slowly toward the flustered Englishwoman. Peggy was refusing to look at Angie, her cheeks now tinged a bright scarlet, but the waitress gently tilted her chin up with a crooked index finger, forcing their eyes to meet. Angie had a smirk on her lips and a devilish glint in her blue eyes. She stepped closer, lips barely brushing the taller woman’s defined jawline and Peggy’s breath hitched for a split second before Angie kissed her; softly, but dirty enough to make her weak in the knees. A second later, Angie pulled away, breaking the kiss. It took a moment for Peggy to adjust, blinking dazed brown eyes open, her pupils dilated with want. By then Angie was already halfway to the bedroom, laughing, grinning at the effect she had on her lover.
“That’s enough for tonight, cutie. A girl’s gotta get at least a little shut-eye,” the waitress called over her shoulder to the blushing agent.
Hey, thanks if you’ve read this far!
(On fic posts, always tagging @superflymerlockian because she’s had to put up with all this and @toodrunktofindaurl because Satan inadvertently dragged me into this plus she needs Cartinelli fluff after Civil War)
If you want, I’ll be posting the rest of the fic later on today.
