"And of course, if either of you ever need anything," Edwin Jarvis said as he opened the door, "don't hesitate to call. You have the number."
"Of course, Mr. Jarvis," Peggy said, smiling. "Thank you again."
Jarvis gave a final nod to both Peggy and Angie, his gaze lingering on Peggy as a small smile teased his lips. Then he was gone, pulling the door shut behind him.
Peggy turned to Angie. "So…here we are."
"Here we are," Angie said. "You know, I'm still mad at you for not mentioning that you know Howard Stark."
"I do apologize for that. But I didn't think it would go over too well, him being a wanted fugitive and all. Besides, I don't much care for him in large doses."
Angie chuckled. "Well, I suppose I can't be too mad, given the place he's giving us." She looked around, taking in the parlor she was standing in. "This place is huge!"
Peggy smiled, watching Angie admiring the room. The room seemed to fade behind the waitress, as though there was nothing in the world but her. And, for that moment, Peggy was content with that idea.
"English? You okay?"
Peggy shook her head, snapping herself out of her thoughts. "Yes...yes, Angie. I'm fine."
"Okay," Angie said with a small nod. "So…I suppose our next order of business should be to claim bedrooms, huh?"
"That sounds like a very good idea," Peggy said with a small smile. "Come on then."
Angie smiled and walked over, offering Peggy her arm. "Milady," she said with a huge grin. Peggy let out a laugh as she took her friend's arm and they walked up the stairs together.
"Six bedrooms," Angie said, shaking her head. "What in the world would anyone do with six bedrooms?"
"Use them as guest rooms?" Peggy suggested as they reached the first one, opening the door. Angie looked around and let out a low whistle. "I will never get used to the size of these rooms."
Peggy chuckled and started toward the next room. It was just as big, if not bigger than the first. And so it continued, each one bigger than the one before. After they looked at the sixth room, Peggy turned to Angie. "Which one do you want?"
"Um…I think I'll take the first one. It's good enough for me."
Peggy nodded. "I'll take the second one, then."
"So we'll be next door, just like at the Griffith," Angie said with a smile.
"I suppose we will," Peggy said, as though the thought had just occurred to her. She returned Angie's smile. "I suppose we'll also have to come up with a use for these other rooms."
Angie nodded. "We can do that later." She took a step forward, cupped Peggy's face in her hands, and kissed her gently. Peggy's eyes widened in surprise, and when Angie pulled back a moment later, she was staring, at a loss for words.
Angie turned bright red. "Sorry," she said, looking anywhere but Peggy's eyes. "I…I had to be sure this wasn't a dream or something…I…we can just forget about that."
"No, seriously, English…just forget it." She turned and started to walk away at a rather brisk pace.
Peggy stood there in stunned silence for a moment before starting after her, unable to move. By the time she was able to break out of her state of shock, Angie had disappeared down the stairs. Peggy took a deep breath and walked into the bedroom she'd chosen, closing the door behind her. She sat on the grotesquely oversized bed and tried to process what had just happened.
A little while later, Peggy emerged and went downstairs, searching for her friend. She found Angie in the library, sitting in a corner hugging her knees in front of her. She couldn't even look up as Peggy approached, gently saying her name.
"Angie, please look at me," She said as she knelt in front of her friend and took her hand. Angie did, a little reluctantly and Peggy could tell she'd been crying. Peggy gave her a small smile. "About what happened earlier…I don't want to forget it."
Angie blinked in surprise. "Really?"
In response, Peggy leaned in and gently kissed her, feeling a rush when Angie kissed her back. Peggy broke it off this time, pulling back to see Angie smiling despite the tears running down her face. Peggy smiled and put a hand on the side of Angie's face. As started wiping the tears away with her thumb, the waitress put a hand on top of hers, her eyes drifting up to meet Peggy's.
"I…I had no idea…"
"Neither did I," Peggy said. She paused "Well…I suppose I had an idea, but little else."
"Is that why you wanted me to move in here with you?"
"No. What Mr. Jarvis said about wanting to make up for the disturbances at the Griffith and the diner is true. This…this is just an added bonus."
Angie let out a small laugh. "As bonuses go, it's not so bad."
"No, it isn't," Peggy said, moving to sit beside her, their hands still entwined.
"I was so worried that I'd made a class A fool of myself back there," Angie said. "I was actually considering leaving out of embarrassment."
"Well it's a good thing I found you when I did, isn't it?"
"A very good thing." Angie looked over with a smile, her eyes locking in on Peggy's. There was the briefest moment of hesitation, then she leaned up and kissed Peggy again. This time Peggy didn't pull back. Instead, she closed her eyes and returned the kiss, pulling Angie a little closer as she did.
After what seemed like a blissful eternity, they separated, smiling.
"It would seem that we have quite a bit to discuss," Peggy said. "And I don't just mean about the sleeping arrangements."
Angie rolled her eyes. "Shut up, English," she said with a grin. "You talk too much." And before Peggy could protest, Angie leaned in and kissed her again.