Peggy birthday prompt? Sign. Me. Up Peggy is undercover in a French town, it's just been taken by the allies. Steve and the commandos are walking through but Peggy has to pretend she doesn't recognise them. Steve can either be in on it or not. Hit me with angst. Or making out in secret.
It would be the talk of the town the next morning: how allthe soldiers had insisted on dancing with Marguerite Turenne—and how she hadspurned the best-looking of them all, a dark-haired boy with soulful blue eyesand the prettiest downturned mouth.
He’d ambled over, from the corner where the Americans weresat with their drinks, to practice his broken French on les jolies filles. When he’d winked at Marguerite, she’d askedwhether he had something in his eye.Instead, she danced three times with his large, ungainly captain, who seemed tohave been born without the ability to hear music, and who held her as thoughshe were a sack of flour.
Still, by the third dance, they were pressed together tightly, and he haddropped his head to be able to whisper into her ear. Whatever he said, it musthave pleased her, because she rushed back to her friends with a sparkle in hereye.“I’m going home to bed,” she told the other girls.“Alone?” inquired Jeanne, the sauciest of the bunch. She was one to talk: she’dflip her skirts up for anything in uniform, and had been making eyes at thesad-eyed boy all evening.“Of course, alone!” Marguerite protested, blushing hotly. She giggled, andbegged them not to say anything to her uncle.“You’re going to find yourself in trouble,” warned Caroline. It was commonknowledge that Marguerite was a little too free with her affections; after all,wasn’t that why her parents had sent her to live in the country?“I don’t mind a little trouble,” was Marguerite’s pert reply. And then sheflounced out of the bar, with the clumsy captain hot on her heels.
*It had taken some doing, but Peggy had managed to get Steve out of the barwithout jeopardizing her cover—even if she’d come perilously close to losingsight of her goal during the brief interval she’d been in his arms. She didn’tknow how it was that he always managed to smell so lovely, even after days orweeks in the field. It was distracting, to put it mildly.She guided him through the darkened streets, making sure to clutch at his armand gaze up at him admiringly. One never knew who was watching.For his part, Steve was giving a convincing performance—though that may havehad something to do with the old proverb about absence, and its effect on thecardiovascular system.The cottage was dark; Girard had apparently decided to give Peggy a bit ofprivacy for her meeting. She’d thought he might want to meet Steve in person,but in general the French weren’t particularly impressed by CaptainAmerica.Peggy lit a single candle, placing it on the little table next to her bed. “We’dbetter not have the lamps,” she remarked, “given that this is supposed to be anassignation.”“I don’t know if I’ve ever heard that word used outside of a book,” said Steve,good-naturedly. “I wasn’t even sure how to pronounce it, until just now.”Peggy couldn’t stop smiling, even though no one was watching them. “It’s goodto see you, by the way.”“You too. I…” He trailed off, then rallied with, “I can’t wait to hear what you’vebeen up to.”Peggy gave him a précis of everything she’d managed to accomplish so far. Itwas an impressive list, if she did say so herself.Steve seemed suitably impressed, observing, “I’ve got a whole team behind meand I didn’t get that much done. You’re making me look bad.”“Impossible,” she said, with more personal feeling than she’d intended. Sherecovered with, “Barnes was bragging that you’ve knocked out all but two HYDRAoutposts.” He’d managed to relay that much under the guise of chatting her up.“But you still wouldn’t dance with him.”“Even espionage has its limits,” she said austerely.“I missed you,” he confessed.
“Steve…”
“Sorry. Not very professional.”Perhaps it was the candlelight, or the dancing, or the wine she’d tried to givethe impression of drinking too freely, or simply the closeness of him after solong; whatever the reason, at that moment, there wasn’t a single professionalthought in Peggy’s mind.Steve seemed to be suffering from a similar complaint. They both moved towardsthe centre of the room as if magnetized, inexorable. And then somehow, she was in his arms, and they were kissing each other madly,as though it had been years apart instead of only months. When she pushed himin the direction of the bed, he went willingly, tumbling them both down ontothe faded patchwork quilt.
But when she plucked at his belt buckle, he hesitated.
“I didn’t bring,” he panted, “I didn’t think—”“It’s fine,” she told him, tugging him over her. “It’s all right. Just thisonce.”*Afterwards, lying together on the little bed, the irony occurred to her; they’ddone exactly what everyone suspected them of leaving the bar to do. At leastnow, she thought, he wouldn’t have to put as much effort into the lie.
The same thought must have occurred to Steve, who murmured,“You sure do commit to a cover.”
She smacked his bare chest.
“What time is it?” He asked it reluctantly, as though heknew he wasn’t going to like the answer.
Peggy peered at her wristwatch. “Nearly half-eleven.”
Steve was quiet.
She pulled him closer, pressed her face against his chest. She was tired of holding it in; tired ofpretending that she didn’t need him, that she didn’t miss him, that the thought of her name on his lips hadn’t kept her warm on long, lonely nights in this village where no one knew her.
“They can spare you for five more minutes, surely?”
RAMP UP THE SHIP PLS SHOW. also the husband isn't shitty enough for my liking yet.
IDK, I kind of like that Amy’s husband Adam is a bit selfish, but otherwise a benign and kind of goofy guy. I don’t think he has to be some kind of villain for their marriage to break up. They got married as teenagers because she was pregnant, and for them it’s obvious that wasn’t really enough to build a relationship on. And Adam doesn’t have to treat Amy badly just so Jonah looks like a good alternative in comparison.
BrainDead! Watch it, Vhari. Do it, do it, you’d love it. It’s utter madness. Basically, the main character Laurel (Mary Elizabeth Winstead!) is working for her brother who’s a Democrat in the US Senate so she can raise money and get back to making her documentaries that no one wants to watch. But while she’s in Washington, crazy American political extremism is getting crazier by the day, and turns out it’s because Space Bugs™ that arrived on an asteroid are taking over by crawling inside of people’s head and controlling their brains. Or, occasionally, making them explode.
In this instance, the Space Bugs have gotten inside Laurel’s head, and she and her friends Rochelle and Gustav, who are also in on the Space Bug Conspiracy, are trying to get them out before they can destroy her brain by doing things they hate: to whit, getting piss drunk, playing loud music, bit of weird karaoke, and engaging in some sexytimes with one’s antagonist/belligerent sexual tension partner.
Also they sing the “previously ons” every episode.
I don’t think many people watch it, so it’s definitely going to get cancelled, which sucks, since it’s just a short 13-episode show, and clever and hilarious and weird as fuck but also scarily plausible. So I’m dragging as many people down with me before that happens.
thisweegirl replied to your post “im making a promise to myself that i will not die till i visit...”
I moved away for a year and regretted it instantly. Edinburgh is phenomenal.
i have never been there but i suppose some people have paris, i have edinburgh, ive always been inexplicably drawn to the place for no logical reason whatsoever
Not an entire new episode, just a five-minute teaser of Alex’s sleep notes from her sabbatical, where you spend the whole time listening thinking, oh sweetheart. Please make some better choices.
