"Seven?" He asks, raising his eyebrows the tiniest bit at the compliment. He knows that some people find him handsome, but hearing it come from Peggy is something else entirely. He tries not to look too pleased at it, even if he can feel warmth spreading from his chest upward.
He's really not sure if he's ready for this. He should wait until he can at least get in a few dancing lessons, but that last conversation keeps playing over and over in his head. He feels like they can't really move forward until they play it out exactly the way they'd said.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to be dancing with just anyone. I'll be holding out for the right partner."
She checks her watch, debating whether that's going to give her enough time and luckily, it does seem that she'll be able to prepare herself. She's not entirely vain, but for a night with Steve that's been haunting her dreams, she wants to be absolutely perfect, which means finding a dress and potentially recruiting Angie to help with her hair.
"I still can't believe you're sitting here, alive," she murmurs, staring at him and reaching out to cup his cheek, sliding the pad of her thumb along the curve of his jaw. "Promise you're not going to down any planes between now and seven?"
It may seem a silly question, but she would like to hear it out loud, just for her sanity.
"Me either," he admits, leaning into her touch the tiniest bit. It's difficult not to look down at those red lips and lean in for another life affirming kiss.
"I promise," he says, his mouth curving up into a smile, his eyes warming the tiniest bit. "Nothing is going to keep me from being there."
He slides his hand over hers. "I should probably let you get back to work." And yet, it's difficult to move. He could sit here with her forever if the world allowed him to. He swallows. "I'll see you tonight."
She doesn't want to leave this car, but if she doesn't, they're not going anywhere. While that prospect has a great deal of promise, it's something that they can do later, when they haven't just reunited. Pinning Steve to Howard's back seat and showing off the mirror she knows is there isn't exactly ladylike behaviour.
Besides, she truly does want that dance.
Reluctantly, Peggy begins to slide towards the door, but not before she wraps a hand around his neck and drags herself in for another desperate, hungry kiss. "Don't you dare give me another rain cheque," she murmurs, eyes closed as she speaks in between peppered kisses. "I can't forgive that twice."
"Wouldn't dream of it," he sighs between kisses, his face warming steadily. As far as he's concerned they could go dancing right this moment, or spend the rest of their lives in the backseat of this car. It doesn't really matter as long as Peggy was there with him.
But she has a job to do. And he wouldn't put that or her reputation on the line, no matter how much he wants her all to himself. He leans in for one more kiss, a promise.
Peggy finally pulls herself out of Howard's car, though she's so very reluctant to go anywhere that isn't right there in his arms. Her heart is aching, but not with grief for the first time in so very long. Instead, her heart aches with the joy of knowing that Steve is here and he's alive.
"Tell Howard to find you something nice to wear," is said more to Howard than to Steve, glancing over her shoulder to the man in question with the sharp eye of a woman who will not be told no.
She has to find a dress that's suitable, but luckily, she's got the gold one from her mission and this is a far better use for it than kissing bad men with poison lipstick. "Seven sharp," she echoes. "I'll see you soon, my darling."
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He's really not sure if he's ready for this. He should wait until he can at least get in a few dancing lessons, but that last conversation keeps playing over and over in his head. He feels like they can't really move forward until they play it out exactly the way they'd said.
"Don't worry. I'm not going to be dancing with just anyone. I'll be holding out for the right partner."
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"I still can't believe you're sitting here, alive," she murmurs, staring at him and reaching out to cup his cheek, sliding the pad of her thumb along the curve of his jaw. "Promise you're not going to down any planes between now and seven?"
It may seem a silly question, but she would like to hear it out loud, just for her sanity.
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"I promise," he says, his mouth curving up into a smile, his eyes warming the tiniest bit. "Nothing is going to keep me from being there."
He slides his hand over hers. "I should probably let you get back to work." And yet, it's difficult to move. He could sit here with her forever if the world allowed him to. He swallows. "I'll see you tonight."
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Besides, she truly does want that dance.
Reluctantly, Peggy begins to slide towards the door, but not before she wraps a hand around his neck and drags herself in for another desperate, hungry kiss. "Don't you dare give me another rain cheque," she murmurs, eyes closed as she speaks in between peppered kisses. "I can't forgive that twice."
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But she has a job to do. And he wouldn't put that or her reputation on the line, no matter how much he wants her all to himself. He leans in for one more kiss, a promise.
"I'll be there."
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"Tell Howard to find you something nice to wear," is said more to Howard than to Steve, glancing over her shoulder to the man in question with the sharp eye of a woman who will not be told no.
She has to find a dress that's suitable, but luckily, she's got the gold one from her mission and this is a far better use for it than kissing bad men with poison lipstick. "Seven sharp," she echoes. "I'll see you soon, my darling."