*4:15 am*
Peggy: *moans*
Dottie: *breaks in her room*
Peggy: OH BLOODY HELL *screams*
Dottie: Hey gorgeous
Peggy: *angry* Are you out of your god damn mind?
Dottie: I-i I'm sorry
Peggy: *shouts* OUT! NOW!
Dottie: Peg I'm sorry.
Peggy: *continues shouting* I finally have some time for my self and you break in my bedroom, my locked for a reason bedroom, and say "HeY gOrGeOuS" That's not how it works!
Dottie: *thinks* bedrooms door is locked, she had some time for her self, her legs are spread open under her blanket...*shouts* YOU WERE MASTU-
Peggy: NO!
Dottie: Yes you were.
Peggy: Okay I was. It's normal for a woman my age
Dottie: Well can I help you? *smirks*
Peggy: *takes big breath* by the time I'm out tomorrow morning you'll be gone. Is that clear?
Dottie: Perfectly.
Peggy: Out!
Dottie: *leaves*
Peggy: First mr Jarvis asks me what I'm gonna be doing in a month, then Ana showing me her new dress and now Dottie. There's no time for privacy in this room. *sighs*
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FanfictionThe love life of Peggy Carter and Dottie Underwood in the 40s