[She is his first in a damn long time, since Rip walked the hellscape left behind by Vandal Savage, and on that killing ground found the bodies of his wife and son, unmoved from where they had fallen until Rip gathered them both into his arms. After that his life had been consumed by duty: to those he loves in quest for vengeance, to those he's left unprotected as he strives to safeguard time. Even when he hadn't fully been himself, there's always another task: a movie to complete, spear fragments to gather, something always in demand of Rip Hunter's attentions.
Wonderland has changed that. Certainly there are projects, experiments, what attempts he might make to tie research together and find a way home. But separated from his proper place in both time and the multiverse, this captivity has allowed him to chase down a different desire.
And only for the second time in his life.
She's harsh, demanding, and Rip would likely have rolled his eyes when she demanded he move if he'd not been otherwise occupied. Yet she remains demanding as ever, set on having things the way she sees fit as she pushes him back, threatens the balance of them both, and really, it's quite difficult to drunkenly kiss someone when that same person is urging you straight into the coffee table. He hisses softly when his legs hit, the edge digging into his calves, but only for a second.
Peggy's damn distracting when she takes hold of his neck.
Somehow between the two of them (perhaps mostly her), they make it to the couch without either of them (most likely him) sprawled out on the floor. There's a curious hum when she leans leftward, but Rip can't really afford to stop and question. The next impact has him against the couch, and with a momentary grin pressed against her skin, now it's Rip's turn to tighten his hold as he unceremoniously drops against the cushions, dragging Peggy along when he comes crashing down.
Only after, when Rip is trying to figure out just where their tangle of limbs and bodies might best align, does he realize what she's brought along with her.]
You grabbed the whiskey? [There's a touch of incredulous humor in his voice, Rip shaking his head.] Certainly I'm not doing that bad of a job at this.
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Wonderland has changed that. Certainly there are projects, experiments, what attempts he might make to tie research together and find a way home. But separated from his proper place in both time and the multiverse, this captivity has allowed him to chase down a different desire.
And only for the second time in his life.
She's harsh, demanding, and Rip would likely have rolled his eyes when she demanded he move if he'd not been otherwise occupied. Yet she remains demanding as ever, set on having things the way she sees fit as she pushes him back, threatens the balance of them both, and really, it's quite difficult to drunkenly kiss someone when that same person is urging you straight into the coffee table. He hisses softly when his legs hit, the edge digging into his calves, but only for a second.
Peggy's damn distracting when she takes hold of his neck.
Somehow between the two of them (perhaps mostly her), they make it to the couch without either of them (most likely him) sprawled out on the floor. There's a curious hum when she leans leftward, but Rip can't really afford to stop and question. The next impact has him against the couch, and with a momentary grin pressed against her skin, now it's Rip's turn to tighten his hold as he unceremoniously drops against the cushions, dragging Peggy along when he comes crashing down.
Only after, when Rip is trying to figure out just where their tangle of limbs and bodies might best align, does he realize what she's brought along with her.]
You grabbed the whiskey? [There's a touch of incredulous humor in his voice, Rip shaking his head.] Certainly I'm not doing that bad of a job at this.
[Even if it has been quite some time.]