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She's in the library.
Peggy got up and disappeared around midnight, citing sleepiness, and Angie was much too engrossed in the book in front of her to try and stop her. It's around five now, and she figures she'd better finish this last chapter before going back to her room. She'll snatch a couple of hours of sleep-- no work today-- before she needs to head off to class.
Next thing she knows, she's being kissed awake. She smiles into it before realizing her arm's digging into something hard and wait this isn't her room she isn't lying down what the-
"Library." Peggy whispers, breath warm on her cheek. "You're okay."
She opens her eyes to look at Peggy, who looks like she's trying very hard not to laugh, a coffee mug in each hand. She rubs her eyes, "'time 'sit?", and looks around. The section she'd been sitting in is entirely empty save for her and Peggy.
"Eleven."
No point in hurrying now, she's missed the morning lecture, the next isn't until the afternoon. And anyway, Peggy's here with coffee. She makes a grab for the mug, and smiles up. "Have I told you how much I love you?"
"Not today, I'm afraid. A terrible foresight, really." The little- she grabs on to the front of Peggy's t-shirt to pull her down and kiss her properly, but then, of course, the cup tilts as Peggy bends, and--
"Oooh! Hot hot HOT!" She lurches up, trying to swipe away the liquid with both her hands.
"Fuck. Ah. I'm-" Peggy sets both the mugs down quickly, and grips the shirt Angie's wearing, pulling away it so it isn't touching her torso. "So, so sorry, darling."
"It's- uh. It's okay." She shakes her head and suddenly they're both giggling. She makes a show of wringing the top, and Peggy just sighs.
"Come on. Let's get you changed."
She makes eyes at her girlfriend at that, but she's plenty subdued after walking outside with a wet shirt on a breezy day.
They enter Angie's room, and she spends no time peeling it off, and walking into the shower. "It's all sticky."
"I can't tell you how terribly sorry I am, Ange."
"Forget it. It was an accident." She can hear Peggy clinking about in the kitchen before the hot shower drowns out everything. So it's no surprise when she turns the shower off within a minute, and walks into the bathroom, she shrieks loudly.
"Jesus, Angie, it's just me." Peggy has a bottle of baking soda open on the sink, and she's dabbing at the top with a tissue.
"Since when do we own baking soda?"
"I don't know, I just found it in your cupboard." Peggy's very determinedly working at the large stain on the shirt, trying to avoid Angie's eyes, and the guilt is coming off in waves off her. Like a puppy with it's ears down and tail turned down that knows she's been bad.
So Angie neatly takes the top out of her hands and sets it on the counter.
Peggy tries to reach for it, "We need to get it out as quickly-" before she trails off and realizes she's facing stepped-out-of-the-shower Angie.
A very naked Angie.
"You spilled coffee all over my top."
Peggy's eyes go wide, but she makes a show of contrition. "I'm so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?" Her voice is low, breathy.
"How about you show me, exactly how sorry you are?"
Both step forward together, then Angie's kissing Peggy, one hand on her chest.
Peggy tries to kiss her neck next, bringing up her hands to weave into her hair like she usually does, but Angie nudges her away. "Hands off."
She kisses her hungrily, licking into her mouth, and trails her hand down to Peggy's stomach to push her a step back.
Then Angie bites her lip before taking a deep breath. "On your knees, then."