Re: Log, Paley Park: Peggy C & Steve R
Reluctantly, Peggy released Steve's tie and the pretext of straightening it. She stepped back, but not really all that far, because to be near him again was a miracle she wasn't going to give up so easily. Peggy pressed the sides of her palms to her cheeks to dry them, a reflex movement meant to keep her powder in place, and she was moderately successful. A deep sniff and she had some of her composure back, and she gave him a glowing smile full of wordless well-being. His compliments didn't exactly fluster her, but she did blush in a way that was all tip of her head and curving lips. "Out of uniform, most of us do." More glowing smiles for his compliment, though. He could keep doing that, really. Somehow Steve made her feel more like a woman than ten wolf-whistles or twenty red hats.
"Oh!" She glanced sideways at the band, expecting every face to be staring at them as if they were quite the center of the world. They weren't, of course, but remembering they were in public made her want to pat her hair. She had no idea why, and resisted. The moment she connected his newest question with their last conversation was visible on her face. Much of the joy leaked from her eyes as she remembered that day.
A concentrated effort pushed that memory back. "Yes, we should. As long as I'm not expected to listen to them." A little half-laugh as she touched his fingers where they were torturing the poor hat. "My head is all a whirl, still."