[ it's a sin how charming she finds him when he's playing the contrarian. peggy warns against greed; rip leans in and tears her warning to shreds when he instead paints in the outer-borders of his desire. he wants to be greedy. more than that, she realizes, he wants a kiss.
-- but not just any kiss.
she'll give credit where credit is due. unlike wednesday night, he announces his intentions with more clarity. there's less mud in the mix. and peggy is effectively reassured that what's happening now isn't some sort of fated relapse into sentimentality. such reassurance brings a peace into her bones and, dancing with her temple leaned against his cheek, she turns them in an elegant, sultry kind of circle as one song ends and the next begins. she enforces no break. ]
I don't know if you've noticed, Mister Hunter, [ she talks to the shell of his ear, lifting her chin so the whisper remains directed just so, ] but I can't always be relied upon to uphold tradition.
[ take their current circumstances, for one. her palm is braced sturdy against his back; her opposite hand curls an equally steady grip around his wrist. it's nearly midnight, he says, and she's not exactly gentle when she turns his hand to check the hour on his watch. truth is, she also wants a kiss. but not here, not under so much scrutiny, and certainly not without making him work for it.
no subject
-- but not just any kiss.
she'll give credit where credit is due. unlike wednesday night, he announces his intentions with more clarity. there's less mud in the mix. and peggy is effectively reassured that what's happening now isn't some sort of fated relapse into sentimentality. such reassurance brings a peace into her bones and, dancing with her temple leaned against his cheek, she turns them in an elegant, sultry kind of circle as one song ends and the next begins. she enforces no break. ]
I don't know if you've noticed, Mister Hunter, [ she talks to the shell of his ear, lifting her chin so the whisper remains directed just so, ] but I can't always be relied upon to uphold tradition.
[ take their current circumstances, for one. her palm is braced sturdy against his back; her opposite hand curls an equally steady grip around his wrist. it's nearly midnight, he says, and she's not exactly gentle when she turns his hand to check the hour on his watch. truth is, she also wants a kiss. but not here, not under so much scrutiny, and certainly not without making him work for it.
revenge, perhaps, for wednesday night. ]