A Move to Remember

[inner_human]

Date: Saturday, April 28, 2001
Time: Night
Location: Number 8 Ambrose Terrace, York
Characters Involved: Peregrin Derrick, Pansy Parkinson, invitation only
Rating: PG-13 (for the most part)

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[freakedwithjet]

The expression on his face! Pansy couldn’t help but laugh

[inner_human]

"I suppose you'd like me to send him a thank-you card?" His grin broadened with every second that he watched her. See, this was the kind of reaction he had expected (not that he was expecting anything of course). The quiet, coy Pansy that smiled like a child but was still stubborn and laughed at him, but in a way that he didn't mind. Not the little screeching banshee of terror she'd been five minutes ago. This Pansy he wanted to wrap in his arms and kiss, and with the warmth of her fingers spreading through him and the scent of her in his nostrils, it was very tempting. But he kept still (for once). He nearly laughed at her comment, and he regarded her with an expression that was both childishly pompous and awkward. "I'm sorry I don't have a cooler, more striking name that you can flaunt to your adoring public

[freakedwithjet]

Pansy grinned. “Only if I can be there to see his face when he opens it.”

Talking about her father was still difficult. Here they were discussing getting married, but if they did so, there’d be no family in the pews. What a strange idea that was for someone like Pansy; her family name tattooed into her skin but no family to speak of.

TattooedHer free hand rolled up the sleeve on her left arm and she looked at the blue-black ink there. Crap. Well, perhaps it would be ok - just because she was marrying a Derrick, didn’t mean she should forget that she’d once been a Parkinson. But did she still count as a Parkinson if none of the Parkinsons would acknowledge her? Could she really be a family on her own

[inner_human]

"You're such a sadist. And he worries about what I'll do to you?" Despite his insistence that marriage was no big deal, he sort of wondered how Adolphus would react to his daughter marrying a werewolf

[freakedwithjet]

“Yes but he’s my father. To him I’ll always be about five years old, I think.” She half-smiled. “Maybe you’ll understand him better when we have kids... if we have kids

[inner_human]

If we have kids. Even with the "if," it was enough to still Perry's hand, and momentarily his thoughts. He couldn't even entertain the thought... mostly because he'd put it out of his mind so long ago. They'd had that fight so many times, in one form or another. He wasn't sure how to tell her that this was another complicated thing she wouldn't understand.

They'd talk about it later, perhaps. Right now he placed his hand on the mattress behind her and leaned closer, grinning. "Well sure, blow off my endearing attempt to make you feel better."

So was that why they were able to go from so violently opposed to quiet and close and perfectly at peace, just like this? This was the sort of interaction he'd never stuck around for as a teenager. He'd never cared to get past those surface levels; girls were good for sex and a few laughs. He didn't care to understand their quirks and emotions and inner psyche-he didn't even care to argue with them (and it sounded strange that a person should care to argue with anyone). The first sign

[freakedwithjet]

As Perry leaned in, Pansy smiled the small, warm smile only Perry got to see and automatically the hand he had freed moved up to his hair. She combed through it gently, her eyes on the sheen as it dipped and wavered around her fingers. God, but she loved his hair

[inner_human]

Perry was grinning again as Pansy's fingers moved through his hair, inevitably drawing him closer, as if that was even possible. Their voices were nothing in the emptiness of their bedroom, but Pansy's words echoed in his ears. The grin slowly faded as he leaned back, just enough to regain focus and look into her eyes. But his next words stuck in his throat, because after their ugly and passionate argument, he realized Pansy was right and this was a very big deal. This was the ultimate commitment. This was saying they'd no longer be Perry and Pansy, but Mr. and Mrs. Derrick. They would live together, he would be responsible for her, and if they had children he'd be responsible for them, and hell he'd even be responsible for the cat. She would come before anyone else, even the pack, and no other man would feel her hands in his hair or see her private smiles or know her vulnerabilities. They would buy furniture, clothes and groceries together, hold hands and kiss whenever they felt like it, take trips and pay bills and complain

[freakedwithjet]

In the end, she had to look away. Not because she was trying to hide from him exactly but because there was still, somewhere deep in the darkened niches of her mind, the idea that she was just too good at hiding things. That if he looked hard enough and long enough, there were things in there, buried, hidden ignored things - things he might not like. Things he would not like

[inner_human]

Suddenly he was wishing he could take it back, and he could go back to that moment before he'd asked. Hell, he would've gone back to before the conversation started if he could. Then he wouldn't have to deal with the questions whirling through his head of why she wouldn't look at him, what he had done to cause that look of anxiety and doubt. He didn't need to look too deeply into her, because as she hid her face against his neck he could sense those things that weren't being said. They were in the rise of her chest and every breath, and he wrapped an arm around her because he didn't know what else to do. Had they come all this way only discover that Pansy had her fears, after all? So maybe this was a mistake. Perry had never wanted to get married in the first place. He didn't picture himself the type to be tied down. And most certainly, after being bitten, it seemed like an impossibility. Remus's upbeat proclamations of wanting to see the pack adjusted in society, living on their own or starting families and generally moving on