Re: Log, Paley Park: Peggy C & Steve R
She caught her breath, shaking her head and smiling a little shakily. "It was like this, when everyone came home again. We couldn't get enough of being alive. I always felt a little apart, but now I know what they were feeling. Madness, it was. Ticker tape everywhere."
Peggy slid her hand in his, warm from the heat of his chest and smaller, but as tough as his own in places where the bones pressed against her skin. Oil of Olay only went so far, and Peggy had mannish hands, so she tried not to look down at them except to paint on color and pretend she didn't mind that particular failing. She squeezed his hand and laughed softly as he smeared her lipstick over the length of his face. How she loved them, but it was good not to be with the rest of the unit. They would tease him, and her, and she just wanted it to be the two of them, just as it was. Her eyes were dark and steady on his blue ones. The same eyes, he had. The serum did nothing to them, or his warm heart. How she loved him, all the way through her, and always would. "Yes, you do."
She reached up her free hand to touch his face and repair some of the damage her lipstick had made, not thinking to fix her own, which was missing some of its hard straight lines around the cupid's bow. Her hair was in some disarray and the smudge on her mouth made her look tousled. Her eyes sparkled with unconcealed mischief and plenty of things to look forward to, and she pulled him toward the stage, to catch that dance so long in coming.