"It's no fun if you're faking," Peggy insists, since in her mind, she would feed store-bought soup to Steve while she helped him with stretches, returning a soldier back to health while getting to steal away so many intimate moments because of that care. "I don't want to have this discussion here," she admits, because there are things she wants to say to him that don't belong in the public eye.
Especially not if they're being watched. Still, they're supposed to be married, so she's allowed to reach out and entangle her glove-covered fingers with his, sliding her seat just a little nearer as she stares at him without pretense or falsities, as in love with him now as she had been when he'd jumped on a grenade.
"One more drink?" she suggests. "We can let that be our timer?"
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Date: 2017-05-17 02:39 am (UTC)Especially not if they're being watched. Still, they're supposed to be married, so she's allowed to reach out and entangle her glove-covered fingers with his, sliding her seat just a little nearer as she stares at him without pretense or falsities, as in love with him now as she had been when he'd jumped on a grenade.
"One more drink?" she suggests. "We can let that be our timer?"