"Darling, could you please pin up my hair for me?" Peggy asked, her hair flowing down on across her back while she dressed in her favorite red, white, and blue suit.
"Of course." Angie grins. She isn't anywhere near dressed on the other hand, still wearing only her light silk sleeping nightgown from the night before.
Images from the night before flooded Peggy's mind's eye, of how she had slipped the thin straps off of Angie's shoulders, the way that the light material had fallen to the floor around Angie's feet, and of the way that Angie had looked at her with those eyes, like the sun shown out of her every orifice. Peggy loved that look, she didn't think herself deserving of it, but she loved the thought that one day she might be.
Angie's hands are gentle and strong in her hair as she braids it back so that it will stay, no matter if she plays the assistant that day or ends up needing to bash in some bad guy heads.
