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Peggy walked up to the door of interrogation room C, shook out her arms, took a deep breath, and walked inside.
A figure with dark curls and impossibly red lips sat slouching on the steel chair, drumming a calloused hand on the metal table she was chained to.
“Oh Peggy, I thought you’d never come!” The figure drawled, much too chipper for a woman who had just been arrested. Her crème coloured silk button down shirt was falling far too elegantly for Peggy’s liking. The top few buttons were undone, exposing her clavicle, and the black suit trousers were tailor made, a perfect fit to the long legs spread either side of the chair. A shiny black heeled shoe tapped rhythmically on the cold floor.
“I do have a life outside of you, Dottie, you know that?” Peggy replied tilting her head, her eyebrows furrowed with a slight smile.
Peggy had missed this. The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline of hate. Though hate seemed not to fit at times. It was all a complicated mess of emotions she may or may not want to feel, of whispered questions during fights that always go without answers.
“What. a. shame.” Dottie lent forward resting her head on the heel of her hand, a shit-eating grin on her face.
Of course. Peggy rolled her eyes, her small smile tight.
To business then.
With red heels clacking on the stone tiles, Peggy made her way over and sat on the edge of the table closest to Dottie.
“Well, I do have a job to do.” she spoke, getting comfortable in her position.
“You ran…Why?”
“Oh peg… you know I can’t stay on the good side for long, sweetheart. I get bored so easily.” Dottie leant back again, drawing out the ‘so’ in a teasing tone, ever mischievous grin never wavering.
Peggy continued. “I want the true answer, Dottie. We found you… Every time you run, it’s the same. Again and again, you escape, you run, and then we find you.” She sighed. ”And I know you, almost better than anyone. if you didn’t want that to happen, it wouldn’t. You're no half-wit, Dottie”
Dottie giggled and brought her arm forwards, letting it grip Peggy’s knee. “You flatter me” she smirked, her hand trailing higher up her leg; the trademark velvet red nail polish catching the light as her palm and fingers curled around her lower thigh.
“Don’t stall, darling” Peggy shot back, her face now covered in a tinge of warm pink. She stared at the wall behind Dottie, clearing her throat and attempting to collect herself.
What the hell are you doing, snap out of it. You are an Agent for god sake.
She was desperately willing her brain and body to synchronise, but she unfortunately discovered the scale of the incoordination by finding that she was closer than anticipated, now just leaning against the table straight in front of the intoxicating assassin, her body having moved with no rhyme or reason. Just towards the incredible force field that was dottie underwood.
“C’mon peg, you know the answer to that… I may not want to be on the good side for long, but I can’t just leave… and I think you know who’s fault that is.” Dottie explained, her smile marginally tightening, but still no doubt there.
Peggy was flushing darker now, avoiding eye contact at all costs, any previous power she had held in the interrogation gone. The cold grey floor transformed into a masterpiece. Anything to distract herself from the magnetic pull; that almost unavoidable tension, an unstoppable force distracting her…
In a quick movement, a strong scarred hand gripped her face, pulling her closer and giving no choice but eye contact.
“Look at me” Dottie whispered, closer than ever, the tight hold never breaking.
Dotties face was stone cold, yet her eyes were filled with more emotion than the universe previously thought possible. a scientific discovery. As soon as brown met blue, the trademark venomous, intoxicating grin came back full force.
“Perfect” she breathed, moving closer still, lips now ghosting over the shell of Peggy’s ear. She shivered, palms sweating.
Eyes met again, and an already breathless Peggy became completely deprived of oxygen. many shades of blue were swirling in her brain, hypnotising her with no end in sight.
“You see, I can’t leave this. Leave you. You're the only one who makes my blood rush, my heart race. I can't live without it. I can't breathe without it. That feeling.” Dottie continued, her powerful murmurs delightful to Peggy’s ears. “Where would I find that elsewhere, hmm?” Her grip on Peggy’s face loosening, and her hand moving to cup the agent's jaw.
As a flushed Peggy considered her words, the realisation that she was in the same boat shot her in the chest, making her eyes go wide.
What would life be like without Dottie?
Dull
Boring.
Not worth living, became her final conclusion.
Peggy realised she could see every mark, every scar on Dottie's face. An adventure map, carved into the skin. Peggy was in awe of every dip and dive, the tiniest of freckles. Her face told a story like no other, and while the memories shown by deep eyebags may not have been pleasant, they were for sure the most interesting book Peggy had ever read. Dottie was just so unbelievably beautiful.
Peggy looked back up to the shining eyes, and the look of absolute disbelief almost startled her.
Dottie looked like she was almost in shock.
She just couldn’t believe someone could look at her that way.
Her.
Her.
The monster.
A thick fog of tension clouded around them, choking them with no care whatsoever, draining the blood from their brains and misting over memories. Any lingering thoughts were constricted and suffocated. Their minds were so empty, yet so incomprehensibly full that the loudest noise on earth could crash right through the room, and they would still be there in the same concrete box, sitting across from each other, lost in their gaze of deep, dark, daring affection.
Peggy’s eyes began to droop to dotties red lips, up again, and then slowly lowering back down. she leaned in, ever so slightly.
Dottie followed, eyes falling downwards, and face moving closer, her chest rising and falling.
A centimetre of distance still between them.
Peggy could feel the small erratic puffs of breath coming from Dottie.
Dottie made the final jerk forward, and then their lips connected lightly, hesitantly.
At once Peggy's senses were overwhelmed. Dottie's lips were the softest pillows she could have imagined, softer than her brain could conjure when she let her mind run late at night.
They pulled apart slowly, but only a millimetres worth, looking into each other's eyes again.
The relief in Dottie's face surprised her, and she immediately crashed their lips together again, not bearing to be apart any longer.
Dottie's hand came to rest at the nape of Peggy’s neck, one of Peggy’s hands tangled in soft curls, the other on dotties waist, lips moving together quickly, desperately
Neither could get enough.
It was
addicting.