Re: Log, Paley Park: Peggy C & Steve R
It would have been nice to say that the whirl of memories came up through the kiss in a sparkle of warmth, that there was the presence of mind to remember the first time she'd really looked at him, or the energy to forget the day she'd lost him. It would have been nice to draw up all the pretty lines that took them from back then to right now, and there were plenty of poets that had a lot to say about the way two people could touch each other.
Sadly, Peggy's mind was absolutely, completely, deliciously blank. All worries vanished, all higher brain functions stopped. He would do something and she would react, and she would do something and he would react, but she definitely wasn't doing any thinking about it, either before or after. She fit right inside the curve of his arm, the curves of her pressing into the lines of him, and she was getting little crackles of delight at the points of pressure against his chest and his hip and his hands at her back. She did something with her tongue that she hadn't ever done before, something to do with wanting to keep him hungry against her mouth, and if it were possible to catch fire from blushing, she would have done it--later. If pressed, she would blame the fingertips that were sliding through her scalp, because something about that just drove her wild.
Her arm around the back of his neck tightened, and she sealed herself up against the front of his coat, up on her toes and straining with neck, lips, and everything desperate that said the odds had been against this moment.
She had to break it to catch her breath, and also when she realized her left hand was more occupied with what was inside his coat lapel than clutching at it. She was pretty sure she'd said his name at least twice. Oh my God. Were the men watching? Wait... they were supposed to be dancing. This wasn't real. It was real. Could she make it more real with less clothes? Peggy!
Even more flustered than before, she tried to separate herself from his body just a little bit. Also tried to pretend not to pant. "Steve." She had no idea what was happening. Except that was a kiss. Just a kiss. Had to be an hour long, at least. Oh my God.