Peggy rubs her palms up and down her thighs as she thinks about what Steve is saying, about how he wants normal and not-normal all at the same time and how badly she craves that, too. Standing, she begins to work the buttons loose from her skirt, eyeing Steve pointedly and gesturing with her fingers to get him to turn around. "A little privacy," she says, as if they haven't seen each other in next to nothing already.
"We could go dancing, you know. Here," she points out, fetching the nightgown from her valise. "There's a little place not too far and it wouldn't be outside of our cover stories to go dancing on a Saturday night, have the one I was promised and then denied."
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Date: 2016-11-17 03:44 am (UTC)"We could go dancing, you know. Here," she points out, fetching the nightgown from her valise. "There's a little place not too far and it wouldn't be outside of our cover stories to go dancing on a Saturday night, have the one I was promised and then denied."