[Rip doesn't go so far as to assume that all is well—if he's not mistake, Peggy's face had shifted to a deeper shade of red just before she relented, something closer to the lipstick she so often wears. Yet all the same, she doesn't tell him no or push Rip aside when his movements make clear what he suggests. Quite the opposite, and Rip finds himself pleasantly surprised when she opts for something less formal. Her cheek is just warm enough for him to feel through his shirt, but Rip doesn't laugh again. Nor does he comment, except to continue on with the song. The familiar notes fall with the confidence that promises he knows them well, and that Rip also expects to please whoever might be listening.
He doesn't yet know how she waited, nor the choices Peggy Carter had made two weeks prior. Though Wonderland had attempted to pry certain words from her lips, just as they had from his, she fights tooth and nail as she always does. No, all Rip can do is to attempt to take this compulsion now inflicted on them and twist it into something better, something that's theirs despite its unwanted origins.
There's not much song left when they begin. A few repetitions of the chorus, sung by him and hummed by her. Without the record playing, it's up to them to decide just when the dance ends, and even after he feels that need to sing release him, Rip continues to sway in time to an unheard tune.
It would seem that rhythm, like truth, need not necessarily be heard to be real.]
I somehow suspect this isn't what you had in mind when you asked if I was available. [Rip speaks quietly, minutes after the song has ended. He doesn't pull away from Peggy, nor try to push her from him. Rather, it would seem that he's quite content to remain just as he is, at least so long as she allows for it.]
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He doesn't yet know how she waited, nor the choices Peggy Carter had made two weeks prior. Though Wonderland had attempted to pry certain words from her lips, just as they had from his, she fights tooth and nail as she always does. No, all Rip can do is to attempt to take this compulsion now inflicted on them and twist it into something better, something that's theirs despite its unwanted origins.
There's not much song left when they begin. A few repetitions of the chorus, sung by him and hummed by her. Without the record playing, it's up to them to decide just when the dance ends, and even after he feels that need to sing release him, Rip continues to sway in time to an unheard tune.
It would seem that rhythm, like truth, need not necessarily be heard to be real.]
I somehow suspect this isn't what you had in mind when you asked if I was available. [Rip speaks quietly, minutes after the song has ended. He doesn't pull away from Peggy, nor try to push her from him. Rather, it would seem that he's quite content to remain just as he is, at least so long as she allows for it.]