5990/We Have a Home for A Reason

We Have a Home for A Reason
Date of Scene:	20 April 2021
Location:	Carter-Sousa Home - Long Island
Synopsis:	Daniel manages to drag Peggy home from the office, on the way they talk about their future and family and decide that there's no time like the present
Cast of Characters:	Peggy Carter, Daniel Sousa

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Peggy Carter has posed:
While Peggy didn't plan on working until midnight tonight, again, she's pretty much given up on going back to the house in Long Island a while ago. The way it goes most week nights. And, frankly, some weekends as well. Howard's always been kind enough to leave them use of his pent house and he's hardly ever in town nowadays, so if Peggy doesn't end up crashing on the couch in her office, she'll tell him to meet her back there. It's just become habit for months now. It's comfortable, addictive, horrible habit.

Tonight, she's got her shoes off already and stockinged feet kicked up on her desk as she reads through the day's data analysis reports. This is probably junior agent work, but she's caught a few things the new analysts have missed here and there, so now she does it compulsively. She has a forgotten cup of tea resting off to the side and over half her dinner ice cold on the side of her desk.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel had been willing to indulge Peggy's focus on work for a little while at least, but tonight, tonight he needed his own bed, and unless he was very wrong he wasn't likely the only one, just the only one that recognized it. But that's how they worked, when one of them forgot to look after their wellbeing, the other stepped up and did it for them. It had led to a few arguments but no lasting damage, and tonight if it meant getting them both home for some proper rest and relaxation he was willing to go a few rounds with Peg to make it happen.

Knocking twice on Peg's office door before he enters, Daniel is dressed in his top coat, hat in one hand and his cane in the other. "Heya Peg," he greets, surveying the half-eaten dinner and tea gone cold. "Ready to head home?"

Peggy Carter has posed:
The sight of him in her office's door gets a slightly drowsy blink up from the file. It means she's lost her spot, but her eyes were tired enough that she probably needed to look up anyway. A gentle smile is given in his direction as she drags her fingertips across her dark gaze and tries to shake off a bit of that mussiness. "Darling, you're still here? I... oh hell. I thought I told you to head home, or to the penthouse...that I'd be along later? I just... I want to get through these files." There's at least two more stacked on her desk, where she normally keeps her 'to do' papers.

"I love you. Come, kiss me first. If I sleep here, we'll get breakfast in the morning, I promise." She very much still clearly thinks she's going to be spending the night here or that ie's not going to put up the fight about getting her home. Even if she's got a double set of baggage under her eyes and is doing first year grunt work.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"Yep," Daniel say`s putting his hat on one of the chairs in front of Peggy's desk before circling around to give her that kiss. It also gave him a chance to casually scan those files, a wry smile when he sees what they contain. "Huh, guess I owe you an apology, I must have missed your academy graduation last year, I promise when we get home I'll make it up to you," he tells her before he looks to meet her tired eyes. "You graduated last year right? That's about the only reason I can think of to be reading those files at this hour of the night," a beat. "Unless you just really like that pull out sofa that Howard got installed in here for you." He did one for Daniel's office too, a subtle jab at the workaholic couple no doubt.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Radio traffic reports from a few frequencies they monitor for supposed Russian intelligence. They've gotten something meaty off of them a few times a year, so it's still worth it, but he's right about the analysis level that she's doing and who should be doing it. Peggy gives a little groan to him, rolling her eyes upwards and turning her head to press a second kiss to the corner of his mouth before she lightly swats his arm with the side of the file.

"Look, it's not *that* rudimentary. I think I'm the most fluent in Russian in the organization, right now... well, minus Sokolov. But he's on assignment and someone should double check this work. I'm just making certain the new graduates didn't *miss* anything. We'd have completely missed that plutonium drop they were trying to make last month if I hadn't just decided to go through the radio reports from that week, you know?" It's always an excuse. And yes, she made a good call that got them a minor spy's dead drop, but it was hardly high level SHIELD business.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel accepts the kiss and the swat with equal good humour returning he former before he perches on the corner of her desk and shakes his head. "Uh-huh, that sounds less like a reason for you to do grunt work and more of a reason to send Sokolov to Brighton Beach to vet a few of the Russian exiles down there for recruitment," he says taking the file from Peggy's hand if she lets him and putting it down on top of the others. "And yes, you've caught some things, and if they got missed it means we need to step up our people's training rather than doing your job and two or three other agents' jobs as well," he softens the chiding with a sympathetic smile."Like it or not Peg, you're the boss and that means you need to focus your energy on the jobs only you can do or you'll run yourself ragged."

Peggy Carter has posed:
The woman is silent a few moments, not having any good argument to his words because, deep down, she knew he was right. Peggy lets out a slow breath, looking back down to the file that she was having issues focusing on anyway. Her nose screws up, lips pursing as she grasps for any debate point that will go in her favor. They just aren't there. She finally stares back up to him.

"You know, you are incredibly handsome but also maddening when you're right. But it doesn't help *this* week. Not until he's back from eastern Europe. But..." Peggy lets out a deep breath, slightly stretching in her chair. Her back pops in two different places as she even moves that little bit. "You're not going to let me win this one, are you?"

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel's smile may just have a little smugness to it when he wins a the argument unbloodied, but it's softened by the warm amusement and care that dances in his dark eyes as he meets her look again. "True," Daniel admits, "But we can still trust our agents who don't have to keep the peace between Howard and Chester, wrestle with senators for funding and all the other things you have to do to get it right until he's back and we can get on getting some more Russian speakers to pick up the slack" giving her a little nudge he adds to lighten the mood, "I'd help out but unless the KGB or Leviathan is asking for another glass of water or for someone to change their bedpan, I might be a little out of my depth," most of his Russian came from time in the hospital after he lost his leg, before that, it was all dirty words and how to ask for cigarettes and vodka.

""Nope. Afraid not," he says with a grin as he stands up. "But on the plus side you get to be taken home by your maddeningly handsome husband," not actually what she meant but he wasn't going to chance to twist her words into a joke pass him by.

He offers her his hand. "What do you say, Peg? Wanna get out of here?"

Peggy Carter has posed:
A little huff of breath escapes her nose, the levelled look in her eyes saying Peggy's in a pretty good debate with herself whether she's going to let him win this one or not. Eventually, however, her shoulders drop just a bit and she pulls her stockinged feet down off the opposite side of her desk. "Fine... fine. I know you're... right. I just... Fine. Back to the penthouse? Or do you actually want to go...home?" Peg's eyes trail over to the clock. Driving out to Long Island, if they came back their normal hours, meant they'd not get near 8 hours sleep. But it was still their house and their bed. "...we can hop over to the penthouse tonight and I promise, *promise* I'll try to be done by 8 for us to go home tomorrow. Does that sound amenable?"

Granted, things were light. Until Solokov and his team came back, they didn't actually have much on the burners. If he wanted to chance his luck, he might be able to talk her into going home and sleeping in a bit in the morning.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel knows he's getting off easy tonight, but it doesn't stop him from enjoying the moment all the same. He knew other victories would need to be much harder fought.

Glancing at the clock he feels the pull of the penthouse, but his mind was already made up. "Counter proposal," he says, getting up to go fetch Peggy's coat from the coat rack by the door. "I drive tonight, and you can nap on the way home. I might even be able to be convinced to drive back to the office in the morning too. Sound fair?"

Peggy Carter has posed:
"You...really want to go home, don't you?" Peggy asks, a bit softer than her normal, stubborn tone. While she was braced for a debate about how much smarter the penthoue would be tonight, when she sees that look in his eyes, all debate leaves her lips. She stands then, slipping her feet into her high heels that had been tucked beneath her desk and coming around to meet him with her coat.

"Home it is, then. I'll even try not to fall asleep on you on the ride there." She leans up to kiss him once more, her head tilting so she can look him straight in the eyes for a heartbeat or two. "And you know, you... You can just tell me you want to go *home*? I know I'm... stubborn and probably a little ridiculous about this all," She mentions as she motions back to her stack of anaylsis files. "But when you really need home, just tell me. We'll go."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel Sousa says, "I miss it," Daniel admits before fetching her coat. "The Penthouse is nice but it's not home anymore, Long Island is, and I dunno, I feel better when I sleep at home. Especially when we're both there," he says softly, meeting her eyes again.

Daniel nods at Peggy's words, helping her into her coat and returning that kiss before their eyes are once again locked.

"I know, didn't really know how much I wanted to get home until we started talking," he says before smiling a little, "And this way was more fun, but I promise, in the future, I'll come right out with it," he says grabbing his hat an opening the door for Peg to get them on their way.

Peggy Carter has posed:
A laugh escapes her throat as he admits that this was was more fun. Peg gives him a smirk across her shoulder, but is now settled into her coat and tying the belt across her waist to cinch it a bit closer against the chill of the winter air. "You just like it when I tell you that you're right." She teases him lightly as she kills the light from her office and steps into the mostly empty bullpen. Only the night desk guy left on shift.

He gives them both a little look, perhaps surprised to see them both still there or, more likely, actually willing to leave. "Good night, Directors. Should I call Howard's if anything comes up?" Peggy looks back to Daniel for a moment, but there isn't any more hesitation from her. They were going home. "No, George. Call the Long Island house. And aliens better be landing on the Hudson for it to be *that* bad. But... if it is... we'll be there." And with that, she heads for the lift. At least they had a little garage beneath this building and they didn't need to grab the car from the street -- that was one of the many upsides of the new SHIELD offices.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"There might be something to that theory," Daniel replies with a grin of his own before they sweep out of the office and into the bullpen.

"Night, George," he calls to the unlucky night desk agent giving him a wave before saying to Peggy as an aside "Well, if aliens really do land on the Hudson, we'll know who it was that jinxed us," Giving Peggy a gentle nudge with his elbow Daniel pushes the button for the lift and puts on his hat as he waits for it to arrive.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Peg gives his waist a little squeeze as he admits there's something to her theory, and a teasing little swat to his buttocks when they are alone in the lift, though her eyes roll towards the ceilig innocently with any reaction he might give. She's in a far better mood for having been pulled away from her desk, even if it took a little bit of convincing.

"Mm. The Hudson would probably eat them alive before we even got report, so I wouldn't worry too much about it. Goodness. You are sassy tonight." She chuckles, digging the car keys out of her jacket pocket and handing them in his direction. Since he did offer to drive, she's going to keep him to that promise, even if she doesn't look likely to nap on the way back. She's got more energy for leaving the office, not less.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
There's a little bark of a laugh at the swat, "Keep that up and I'm going to have to stop the lift," he remarks with a smile.

"And good point," he says about the Hudson. "If that doesn't scare them off, I wish them luck with invading Brooklyn or the Bronx."

Daniel takes the keys. "Can you blame me? I got you out of the office what almost qualifies as early by our standards, and we're going back to our own bed tonight, if you ask me that's more than enough to justify a little bit of sass, the night is looking up," he says giving Peggy a wink.

Peggy Carter has posed:
While it's not a long ride, it's long enough that Peggy feels comfortable leaning up and tugging him into a deeper kiss than a quick peck at the end of a work day. Maybe she's just getting a little bit of revenge for him so easily pulling her out of the office. Or, just perhaps, she has other ideas in mind now that they are headed home. She lets the kiss linger long enough that he's a little breathless and only pulls back as the elevator doors open into the garage.

"Then I suppose I'll share in the celebration. Even if we *should* get back into the city on time in the morning." Though they both had more vacation saved than they'd ever use, not to mention the fact that short of one of them being injured on the job, Peg can't remember the last time they used a sick day. She finally lets him go enough that she can step around to the passenger side of the big Nash they'd started driving. It was far too much room for them but it was a more comfortable drive on Daniel's leg and Peggy liked the style, truth be told. It also let her languidly stretch out and lean against him on the big bench seat in the front for these long drives home.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
The kiss is returned with equal fervor, his arms wrapping around Peggy as he does. By the time it breaks and and the doors to the garage ding open Daniel has to catch his breath, a big grin on his lips. He chuckles as he straightens his tie remarking, "Guess my sassy mood is catching," before following her out to the car, opening his door and sliding over to open hers as well .He may have referred to the thing as a 'tank' a few times while they were buying it but now with their long drives to and from work, he'd grown to appreciate the vehicle's size mostly for how it let Peggy lounge against him like that. It made for a pleasant drive home.

"See, if we were going to the penthouse you'd just be getting comfortable when we got there," he teases as he starts the car and begins their journey through the city to sheltered suburbs of Long Island.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Her response had been considering how many people tried to kill them, having a tank around wasn't all that poor a choice. Granted, no one had tried to shoot the thing up yet, but it's heavy sides and large size probably could take it a bit better than their last vehicle. Besides, Peggy liked it. She pops her shoes off and curls her legs up on the seat, off to the side, so she's leaning against his shoulder. She doesn't press too heavily until they're actually across the bridge and on the express way, so he can still shift comfortably, but it was a relaxing routine they'd pretty well established.

"It...it is nice to go back home. I keep thinking we should sell the place, get somewhere closer, considering work seems to be... winning all parts of our lives." Peggy confesses quietly, about halfway through their drive. She's fallen mostly silent but not asleep, her breath never fully relaxing into that sort of pattern. Not yet, at least.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
There was a degree of comfort in the sturdiness of the vehicle, and it certainly beat the hell of most other cars for style. He might be a touch old fashioned in someways but he could definitely get behind the styles of the times.

He smiles as Peg kicks her feet up and leans against him, his eyes glancing away from traffic for a second before returning to the road. "No chance," Daniel says of selling the house. "We've got the use of the penthouse on the really late nights, but down the line, we might want that extra space we've got in Long Island." He glances over to her once more, "If we want to risk kids again." They hadn't really talked about it since they lost their first baby, for his part it had been too hard at first, the wound of their loss was far too fresh, then it just sort of became habit. Now though, the subject just slipped out; though he'd be lying if he said it hadn't been on his mind.

Peggy Carter has posed:
The comment about kids drives her absolutely silent for a moment. They were often on the same wavelength, even when they didn't speak it aloud. She'd had the thoughts too and hadn't dared bring them up, not when he took it so hard the first time. Peggy swallows back quietly, taking in a slow, thoughful breath through her nose before she sinks her head a bit more into the crook of his neck.

"I... I had figured you... we... Didn't really feel like we had the right life for it. Learned our... lesson the first time, rather..." Peggy's voice is quiet, not her usual confidence behind those words. Perhaps they aren't what she actually thinks, but more what she feared that he did.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
That silence seems to stretch forever and Daniel is about ready to take back the words to save their evening before Peggy speaks and he quiets down to listen. "I thought that for a bit," he says. "But we wouldn't really be learning a lesson, we'd just be running away," he says, his voice quiet but resolved. "But I still want children, and if you don't, that's okay, I understand... what happened was rough and there's some sense to our lives being a poor fit for children but I dunno, despite all that I still want to give it a shot."

He takes a hand off the wheel to squeeze her own. "We'll just be more careful this time."

Peggy Carter has posed:
Peg is quiet again for long enough that it's probably quite uncomfortable. Knowing she's probably driving him a little insane, her fingertips tighten around his grasp a bit more and she gives his hand a warm, reassuring squeeze. "I... love you. Whatever we decide, I... I do love you. I love you so damn much." That is something she knows. A solid, unwavering truth of their lives. She turns her head to bury a gentle kiss against his neck and just take a few deep, slow breaths of his scent.

"I did... do... want children with you. I don't know if our lives are... fair enough to do it. But I... do." She finally whispers, that fear still behind her voice. Peggy is scared of almost nothing, but this isn't a fear she can shake. She's spent too much time mostly ignoring it, both of them diving into work.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
That silence does drag and as it does his grip tightens by increments as it does until she squeezes his hand back and he knows things will be okay. "I love you too Peg, and however this goes, children or no children that's not going to change," he says with certitude. Their love for each other was the one given in a life filled with danger and uncertainty and it's what he clung to in these moments.

"Peg," he squeezes her hand gently pulling it to his lips for a kiss. "I have the same worries, but I realized something, we said the same thing about the the two of us being together, that our lives weren't compatible with that, but we made it work," he says, a finger moving over her wedding band. "I have to believe we can make this work too."

Peggy Carter has posed:
"But... we didn't. Even if I'd leave the field entirely, and god, Daniel, I... I don't know if I could ever leave the field entirely, I think I'd go crazy... There are people who want us dead. For god sakes, we have a jar full of attempted assassination shells on the bloody mantel! I..." Peggy swallows tightly, pressing her eyes shut against a sudden sting that she didn't expect to come quite so quickly, even talking about this. It's been years, and the guilt is still there.

"I'm sorry. We shouldn't be talking about this in the car, or in the middle of the night..." Maybe that's an easy way to dodge, considering the subject could just be dropped and forgotten for another two years. But maybe she also just wants to see his eyes when they are daring to consider the issue.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"You're not wrong Peggy," Daniel admits before letting out a breath. He wipes at his own eyes, "I wouldn't wish what happened before on our worst enemies, and there are a lot of people that want us dead, but what are we going to do? Just not even try? That's not us Peggy."

There's a nod about the hour and the place, and he rolls the window down for a bit of air, "You're right, we should probably do this at home, but whatever time it is when we get home I'll be ready to talk about it tonight if you are."

Peggy Carter has posed:
"...we're never sleeping tonight, are we?" Peggy asks with a mix of both dread and teasing in her voice. No matter how the conversation goes, it's going to be a long one and it's already getting onto one am. Maybe they would use one of those sick days after all. "...but yes. Let's... talk about it." She finally agrees. It's like a weight she's been holding for almost five years lifts, just being willing to say that. She breathes a bit easier and gives his hand one more squeeze before letting it go so he can shift gears without interference. All the better to get them home smoothly.

When they're finally pulling in after another 20 or so minutes, she's drowsy again, most of the adrenaline from the conversation having cut out a good bit ago. She lets out a slow breath and forces herself to rouse off the seat, slipping her feet back into her shoes. There's still an awkward silence from her, like she didn't really know how to start this. Getting inside. Coat off. Shoes off. A kettle on the stove. The normal motions. That's how she starts.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel returns that squeeze and before she lets go he raises it and kisses her knuckles gently before focusing his attention on the road home remarking, "Probably not. Tell you what if we hit 3am we'll call George and get him to let people know we're not coming in, deal?" he asks.

Once they are home, Daniel follows Peggy inside, shedding his hat, overcoat and shoes before he joins her in the kitchen. Once he's there, he's gripped by the silence too getting out the tea pot and some cups as much to be doing something as a desire for tea.

"So, I guess if we're gonna talk we should talk, huh?"

Peggy Carter has posed:
Once there's nothing left to do but wait for the kettle to sing, Peggy looks back over to him, studying the outline of his handsome figure in the dim light of their kitchen. She only bothered to turn on the overhead sink light. Despite not coming home all that often, this had been their home for five years now. She knows every inch of it in light or darkness. A quiet, slightly sad smile flickers across her tired features, still in her make up from the day but most of the curls fallen from her hair. He is one of the only people who get to see her like this, raw around the edges. It makes the uncertainty in her features a little more sharp.

"We... we should. And I want to... God, Daniel, I don't want to be scared of this. You're right -- mistakes, and failures, they haven't stopped us before. But... do we get the right to make that decision for *another life*. It's not just...us... We're talking about."

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Moving to join her by the stove, cane set aside for moving around the kitchen with it's many places to hold onto if he finds the need, he wraps his arms around her waist from behind burying his face against her neck and shoulder breathing in her scent then breathing out, his breath warm against her neck. "I think that's what parenthood is Peg, making decisions for another life until it's ready to make them on their own. Just like at work, our job here is to make the right ones. We screwed up with that once, but I know us both well enough to know we won't make the same mistake twice. Not when someone else's life is on the line." Their own lives that was a different story, but they were always at their best when looking out for others.

Peggy Carter has posed:
The feeling of his arms wrapped around her draws a bit more relaxation out of her shoulders. Peggy sinks back against him, letting them both lean against the kitchen counter so he's steady but she's still giving him some of her weight. She wraps her arm over his, head turning to bury her nose against his temple. She doesn't respond quite yet, she just breathes in deep against him, considering the too-wise words he's offered, even if they quietly terrify her.

"...I know. I... I'd have to leave the field. Just while... you know. I'd hate it, but... it's what I should have done the first time." She admits softly, that being one of the hardest parts to acccept and probably the reason she still blames herself to this day.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Unlike the car here with Peggy in his arms he is ready to embrace the silence and let Peggy take the time she needed to reply without him fretting over what that reply would be.

"I know that part is a big ask, I'd hate it too in your shoes, so that's why I figure you should decide when we try and if we get to that point again, I'll do everything I can to make the time out of field easier for you," he knows there's not a lot he can offer for the latter, it was in both their natures to want to be hands on with SHIELD's operations, but he was at least willing to try and make Peggy's time on the bench easier for her.

Peggy Carter has posed:
An almost laugh escapes her breath, eyes closing as she leans against him a bit deeper. "It's... not a big ask. Not for every other woman in the whole damn world who has dared do this. I'm just... stubborn, and I've never let anything bench me before. But this is different. And it's not even a year. There's no way I'll be a stay-at-home anything, but a year is... It's not a big ask. I'm being selfish and scared." Peggy admits quietly, tightening her arms against him for a moment. At least she was able to finally admit it out loud, both parts of her feelings.

Then the tea kettle is going off, starting to whistle quietly in the few seconds before it becomes shrill. She gives a little groan but forces herself to escape his arms just enough she can pull it off the burner before its screaming.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
"Yeah, but not every woman in the world is Peggy Carter, I know what it means to you to be out there doing the work," Daniel reasons even as he holds Peggy tight when she makes her admission."I'll be right there with you every step of the way to help with the scared, Peg. As for selfish, I don't see it not when the thing you want to run off and do is protecting people even if the adventure of the work is part of the allure. I don't know how to get around you missing that but I'm sure as hell going to try the best I can," he says. "You're not the only one feeling selfish, sure we both want this but you're the one who has to make all the sacrifices."

Peggy Carter has posed:
A slightly deeper smirk overtakes her lips as he says she's making all the sacrifices. "Just for the first little while. Then it's both of us in the house with the baby, missing sleep, trading off feeding. You'll have just as active a hand in this child's life as I do, and it's not going to be easy. I know that. If... if you're up for that, hell, it's more than most fathers do. And it means I can get back to work after. Nine months to wait for that? It... it'll be worth it. It's not even a year. I can manage out of the field for less than a year." Peggy doesn't sound entirely certain of that last part, more so like she is trying to convince herself, but the more she says it, the more her mind is getting used to the idea.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel chuckles warmly"You mean don't get to sit around and watch the game while you take care of little Michael and Melinda?" he teases, before kissing Peggy on the cheek his five o'clock shadow brushing against her skin. "I said you wouldn't have to handle things alone and I meant it, I'm your partner Peg, in this just like everything else, I'm not going to let you down. "Less than a year," he repeats. "And I promise I won't even bug you if you decide to bury yourself up to the neck in first year analyst work for those nine months," he raises a couple of fingers. "Scout's honour."

Peggy Carter has posed:
He gets a firm *look* at the comment about watching the game, but she can't entirely hide her smile. Peg knows he's not serious, it still earned him a bit of a glare. Then she forces herself to turn away and pour that hot water over two little strainers of the light tea that Lily brought them -- the stuff that is better for actually helping to sleep, not waking up in the morning. They could probably both do with a bit of calm. Once that's brewing, she turns to fully face him again.

"I know you are. You are the best partner and husband I... I could have ever dreamt about." And this is the woman who was known as Captain America's sweetheart saying this. It's been a long time since she thought of anyone but Daniel and still, every day, is clearly, madly in love with him, "And you better let me have my analysis. I'll need something to do so I don't go completely unhinged just sitting on my ass for a year." She smirks. "...we're really talking about doing this again, aren't we?"

Daniel Sousa has posed:
The look only makes Daniel chuckle and hold up his hands in surrender, "Easy Peg, only joking," he says with a smile before she turns back to get the tea and he moves the cups over closer to the stove.

Daniel stops cups in either hand when she tells him how much he means to her. "I love you too Peg," he tells her, a little bit of emotion choking his words, before he clears his throat and sets down the cups to go wrap his arms around her again this time so they're face to face. "And I wouldn't want anyone else but you either," he tells her. "Watching my back, or in my life."

That smirk is returned however as he says, "Well at least this time the talking is coming first, but yeah we are. Still okay?" he asks her, at least partially joking, even as his eyes find her own.

Peggy Carter has posed:
Another soft laugh escapes her throat when she remembers that, while there had been some talks, he's right. They never really formally planned the fist time around. Peg's tired smile comes quietly, studying his face as she looks for any catch to the conversation. A reason to back out. But it's not there. Nothing but his warm, dark eyes and that look of consistent, gentle support. It was every reason for them *to* do this, not for her to run from it. She swallows back tightly, trying to find proper words as she gives a slow nod.

"... yes. Still. We... we're okay. We'll... start. Try. See what happens. It's what we both wanted for... so long. It's why we bought this house. We... should try. Really, actually try, this time." She finally agrees, a bit more glassiness behind her eyes as she's finally found the courage to say it and the whole world feels a little more overwhelming now. In a good way.

Daniel Sousa has posed:
Daniel nods, his eyes coming back to Peggy's right afterwards. "Then we'll try," he promises leaning in to kiss her gently on the lips. "We'll just take things as they come and get each other's backs along the way. Just like we always do," he tells her when their lips part, his voice thick with emotion. "Anyhow, it's late, we should probably think about bed even if we are taking the day off tomorrow," he suggests with a bit of a smile. "For sleep, or if we want to get started right away."

Peggy Carter has posed:
While there is tea still brewing on the counter, it's likely to be forgotten with the look Peggy gives him. She's still a little misty eyed, but as he likely teasingly suggests they get started right away, there's a hunger behind her gaze as well. "If we are going to take tomorrow off, we sure as *hell* are going to make it worth it." Peggy states almost too matter of factly, like it was the most logical solution in the world.

And then she's on him. He'll probably be thankful for the counter behind him because the kiss she gives him is akin to that first one back in LA that broke his chair. It's been a while since they had a proper night alone and she's missed it. She is, apparently, going to well take advantage of their plan to play hooky. He'll just have to come up for air at some point to remind her to call the night desk. For now, she's helping him stumble back to their bedroom, no plans on sleeping in the cards.