"Come on doll," the man grinned. "I know how to give you a good time."

You weren't paying him too much attention, rather looking over his shoulder attempting to find your girlfriend in the crowd of the pub. As you saw her, you could see a scowl on her face as she saw the man's hand climb under your skirt.

"Pardon me, sir," you frowned, removing his hand. "I am already spoken for. I have reiterated that to you, maybe you need to visit a physician due to being hard of hearing."

The man's expression became bitter as he went to lunge towards you. You gripped your handbag, ducking under his arm, getting away from the bar.

"There's a good optometrist on Danbury Street, they treat those hard of hearing too," you smirked, rushing into the crowd to head over to the booth in which Peggy had settled, reapplying her red lipstick.

"Peg," you smiled, slipping in opposite her.

"You seemed cosy," she spat, slamming her mirror closed, returning it back to her handbag.

You rolled your eyes. She was a very headstrong woman however she did get jealous. It was hard being a lesbian couple in 1940 America, she always feared you'd find a man whom could make your life better without having to hide your love. You could only love her. She was perfect for you.

"What nonsense," you stated. "He was far to handsy, and assumed I was a woman for his taking. If only he could have seen you, his jaw would have dropped the floor to know I had the most beautiful woman in this establishment."

Her expression softened, as her cheeks reddened at your compliment. You loved Peggy and always had, if only she could see how much you did care for her.

You lowered your hand onto the table, fishing for hers. She had it in her lap, but you were able to scavenge it from her skirts to hold it below the wooden barrier, so no one could see the smallest moment of intimacy between you.

"I love you Peg," you smiled. "No man at a bar who deems it a right to have me is ever going to change my mind."

"I'm sorry," she apologised, looking down at the table, imagining she could see her hand within yours.

"No need to apologise," you whispered. "How about we call it a night and I will prove my love to you?"

A smirk crawled onto her lips. "Sounds like a smashing idea."

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Written by Charlotte.

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