[Certainly it's eagerness, if not happiness; both then and now, Rip has a particular end in mind. Both then and now, he sees the possibilities of achieving those ends--although to be sure, the one consuming him now is much closer to his reach. Her skirt rises not unlike a curtain, and Rip finds himself rather enchanted by Peggy's choices. Certainly she would have dressed knowing he would be seeing these particular clothes. All dark blue, rich and royal, with that forties sensibility that so defines Peggy's style.
And the gun, of course. Rip expected nothing less, and part of the thrill now is leaving the piece where it's holstered even as he means to proceed.
Peggy questions him, however, her voice warm and seemingly amused--yet he thinks there might be a touch of hesitation there too. As if she doesn't expect him to go about this, either not with so much eagerness, or maybe even not at all.]
Something I've wanted to do since the last time you were here. [His confession is partnered with certainty in his gaze as he looks up to meet her. For a moment he cradles against her touch, leans into the soft press of fingers at his temple.]
Unless you object--[A pinch and a tug leaves the clasp free]--though I sincerely hope you don't. [A movement he repeats on the other side, then again behind her thighs. Means to an end, and all the while he watches her expression, darkened eyes never straying once from the study of her anticipation, her questioning, her desire and her doubt.
He doesn't need long after to hook a finger under the seam of her knickers. At that moment, his tongue briefly darts out, just enough to wet his lips.]
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And the gun, of course. Rip expected nothing less, and part of the thrill now is leaving the piece where it's holstered even as he means to proceed.
Peggy questions him, however, her voice warm and seemingly amused--yet he thinks there might be a touch of hesitation there too. As if she doesn't expect him to go about this, either not with so much eagerness, or maybe even not at all.]
Something I've wanted to do since the last time you were here. [His confession is partnered with certainty in his gaze as he looks up to meet her. For a moment he cradles against her touch, leans into the soft press of fingers at his temple.]
Unless you object--[A pinch and a tug leaves the clasp free]--though I sincerely hope you don't. [A movement he repeats on the other side, then again behind her thighs. Means to an end, and all the while he watches her expression, darkened eyes never straying once from the study of her anticipation, her questioning, her desire and her doubt.
He doesn't need long after to hook a finger under the seam of her knickers. At that moment, his tongue briefly darts out, just enough to wet his lips.]