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The mission was a success! There were a few close calls, they’d nearly even walked straight into a Hochstetter-Klink duet but managed to dodge the pair at the last second - entirely by luck. Now they were in the free and clear, the papers stolen from the safe tucked securely in Hogan’s breast pocket and not a single Nazi back at the party the wiser. Feeling giddy, Hogan didn’t think as he reached an arm out to wrap around his date and drew them into a celebratory kiss. Hands held him away by the shoulder, “Er - Guv’nor… you do know I’m not actually a... ah dame - right?”
Hogan flushed because he had kind of forgotten. “Of course not Peter,” he blustered, the name feeling awkward in his mouth but less awkward than calling him by his surname or rank would have in that moment.
“Well that’s alright then,” Newkirk replied and leaned in to give his commanding officer a small sweet kiss. Hogan froze, finding he could do little more than blink in surprise. Newkirk chuckled at the expression, twisting away in a flurry of skirts. “Coming sir?” he called playfully over his shoulder, eyes twinkling mischievously, leading the way home.