[Perhaps it's only a small little thing, the noise that escapes her as she sucks in that breath. But even this early on, Rip sees it as a victory, something he's teased into her--the first of only many, should he have his way this night. In that moment, so much like Peggy Rip finds himself glad for last week's failings; he's long been one to savor finite detail, a hitched breath, the feeling of fingers pulling at a cotton tee. No doubt he would've appreciated it all far less last time in their drunken rush.
Her hands begin to wander, as too do his. Rip means to learn the shape of her, not just through sight but also taste and touch both. Flatten palms trail over her curves, waist and hips and rear, slipping along whatever tight space might be found given how he keeps her against the wall.
A hold she seems to rely on, if the way she rolls her head back is any indication. Peggy teases him about the rum, and even as Rip laughs he never strays far from her. Not now, when they've both allowed themselves this dalliance.]
Although you do still have to put up with the beard. [A point proven in that very moment, as he noses her chin up just that much further, plants a kiss against her jaw, then another between teasing words.] How utterly terrible for you.
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Her hands begin to wander, as too do his. Rip means to learn the shape of her, not just through sight but also taste and touch both. Flatten palms trail over her curves, waist and hips and rear, slipping along whatever tight space might be found given how he keeps her against the wall.
A hold she seems to rely on, if the way she rolls her head back is any indication. Peggy teases him about the rum, and even as Rip laughs he never strays far from her. Not now, when they've both allowed themselves this dalliance.]
Although you do still have to put up with the beard. [A point proven in that very moment, as he noses her chin up just that much further, plants a kiss against her jaw, then another between teasing words.] How utterly terrible for you.