As soon as the door closed, their lips met.
Well, technically it was Peggy who slammed hers against Daniel's, nearly knocking him down to the floor. The development was not something Daniel was entirely surprised by -- after that faithful conversation in his office the morning she was supposed to go back to New York they both grew more and more intimate. They have both gone "steady" for a while now, regardless of the turmoil connected with the SSR crumbling under the weight of its own corruption and the botched assassination attempt on Jack. Even though work did consume a lot of their time, they still managed to find time to spend quiet, intimate moments together.
Judging by the ferocity of the kiss Daniel found himself in, however, it seemed like Peggy had other intentions. Right when he thought of that he also felt her fingers working on the buttons of his suit jacket. He tightened the grip on his crutch, as if to ground himself in the situation, to make sure he wasn't dreaming it all up.
"Peggy," he spoke as he broke the kiss, gasping for air "what are you doing?"
She only offered him a coy smile in return as she pushed the jacket off his shoulders and locked their lips again. Even before he shrugged it off completely, she started on his shirt buttons undoing them quickly, her hands shaking.
"Peggy, maybe we should..." Daniel started, but suddenly, Peggy interrupted him.
"We should what?" she asked, her tone unusually quiet and... shy, even. Even though she didn't say it loud, he picked up on what the silence meant.
Maybe we should stop.
Her fingers toyed with the button of the shirt as Daniel spoke again.
"We should, perhaps, get to the bedroom?" he spoke and observed how Peggy's lips twitched into a full smile when he finished. They kissed again, more slowly this time, savoring the moment. After they broke apart Daniel took the lead, moving towards the room, switching the bedside lamp on to dispel the darkness enveloping the room. He spared a glance at the mirror situated to the right, noting his disheveled hair, the remains of Peggy's lipstick on his lips and his slightly ruffled shirt. He turned his head only to register Peggy striding onward, before she stopped just inches from him. She was wearing the red dress she wore the first time she came to L.A., and God did she look stunning in it. An impish smile decorated her lips as she fused hers with his again -- soft and enticing, his eyes closing. Their lips parted as their tongues took over, a groan escaping Daniel's lips as he felt Peggy's teeth on his lower lip. His crutch fell to the carpet as his hand gripped Peggy's waist, her hands more interested in exploring his shoulders. He slid his tongue over hers just as his hands traveled upwards, ghosting her curves as he finally found the zipper of her dress. He tugged at it lightly, but just as he tried to inch it down, Peggy broke the kiss.
"Daniel, wait," she spoke, moving her head down so as to not look at him.
"Peg, what...?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"There's something you need to know," she said, eyes still downcast "I've never... never...," She took a deep breath before she finally managed to let out a full sentence.
"I've never been to bed with anyone, Daniel." She said, stiffening in his arms, still not looking at him.
Daniel himself froze for a moment, analyzing what has just been said. A thousand thoughts and feelings flew through his mind, from slight disbelief to straight anger and fury as he remembered the jabs she had to face while in New York just a year ago. At the same time, he felt as if his heart was about to burst at the force of the love he felt towards her.
"Daniel?"
Her quiet whisper broke him out of his thoughts. He moved his left hand from her back to take her chin into it and tilt it up. He kissed her then, slowly, reassuringly, hoping to show her what words couldn't describe. He pulled away, satisfied to see a smile on her lips again.
"Just so we're clear," he spoke, not being able to take his eyes away from her face "do you still want to do this? We can stop if..."
Her lips crashing against his and her hands grasping his back answered that question for him. He focused his attention -- as best as he could in the circumstances -- back on the zipper of her dress. He pulled it down until the end. Then, Peggy took a step forward, pushing Daniel backwards, causing him to sit on the bed. Peggy used that opportunity to take the dress off, letting it pool on the floor as she stepped out of it, kicking off her heels in the process. Daniel sucked in a breath as he took in her figure, clad only in her brassiere, underwear, garter and stockings.