No Claims of Innocence, Threesome
Title: No Claims of Innocence
Characters: Gabriel/Peter/Heidi (yes, it is a threesome)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sexual content
Word count: ~2,800
Setting: Shattered Salvation, July, 2011. However, NOT canon for that work. If it were, there would be a lot more fireworks and a lot less sex. I might work it in as a dream Gabriel has.
Summary: Peter invites himself over to Gabe and Heidi’s place one evening. After the kids are put to bed, PWP ensues.
It didn’t even start innocently, Gabriel thought to himself after Peter left, perplexed about how this whole thing had come about. Things were never going to be the same again.
It had started when Peter invited himself over to Gabe and Heidi’s for dinner, then hung around for the movie afterward. Emma’s residency had, as expected, turned her work schedule upside down and so Peter had found himself alone for the evening, even though he was supposed to be with his wife. Not being one to enjoy the silence of being alone with his own thoughts, he’d come over. After dinner, they sat on the couch together - Peter on one end, Heidi on the other and Gabriel in the middle. Simon and Monty were sprawled on the floor in front of them, enthralled by the television screen and the pirates movie playing thereon.
The adults were moderately engaged as well. It was a pretty good movie. Little Noah had been put down for the night shortly after dinner, so the evening was theirs. When the movie was over, Heidi got up to shuffle the boys off to bed. They went with the usual ineffective complaints and pleas, but they went.
After the kids were safely herded up the stairs, Gabriel leaned back, stretching long arms over the back of the couch, coincidentally behind Peter’s shoulders. He thought he was being suave and discreet, but a raised brow from Peter let him know the empath was onto that old trick. Gabriel gave him a look of mock innocence. Fortunately, Peter was easy to seduce. Theoretically, they’d strayed into ‘husband time’ about a half hour ago and with the den situated as it was, Gabriel was sure he’d hear the kids whether they thundered or crept down the stairs, long before they were at an angle to see anything. The room was still dark as it had been while the movie was playing. Now it had not even the illumination of the screen.
He let his arm drape more firmly across Peter’s shoulders and after a pause, Peter wriggled sideways a little, nestling against him. Gabriel took a deep breath and let it out with a noisy, appreciative sigh. Sometimes I am just so happy about things. Peter leaned back against him, tilting his head up and away while his left hand wandered onto Gabe’s knee, and then strayed further to the inside of his thigh.
“Hmm?” Gabriel hummed invitingly. He felt rather than heard Peter’s slight chuckle and a moment after that, Peter’s hand was cupping his groin, fingers gripping under his balls while the heel of his hand pushed evenly and repeatedly against his penis. “Oh!” he huffed and immediately responded by hooking and lifting his right arm from around Peter’s shoulders to where he could stroke Peter’s face. A moment later, Peter jerked his head to the side and caught two of those fingertips in his teeth. He began sucking them, pulling them skillfully into his mouth. Gabriel said something even less articulate as his IQ plummeted in the face of rapidly climbing arousal.
Distantly he was aware that someone was coming down the stairs, and the part of his brain that processed such things knew it was Heidi, not the boys. He turned that thought over several times, trying to decide what to do about it. He didn’t want to stop Peter, but making out right in front of his wife was probably not cool. Probably. Maybe. Definitely? This was the problem with trying to work out complicated moral issues while being expertly frotted through your pants and having your fingers sucked. Gabriel kept stumbling over the dilemma of what to do until well after Heidi could see, at least a little, what they were doing.
A bunch of rhythmic motions in the dark, on the couch, from a couple guys who were married to each other? Heidi was no idiot. It didn’t help that Peter had begun to stroke himself with his free hand, though as far as Gabriel knew, he was still in his pants. As if Peter was reading his mind, a second later he heard the sound of Peter’s zipper dropping. “Mmrfl,” Peter made a slurping sound of pleasure that had to be … well, noticeable.
As to that, Heidi was just standing there at the bottom of the stairs in her nightgown, staring at them, as far as Gabriel could tell. No … wait … his eyes widened. She was moving her hand in front of herself and was rubbing slowly. Oh my fucking God, Gabriel thought. Is this really happening?
His libido decided on his course of action with disturbing speed. Gabriel turned, hiking one leg over Peter’s and by necessity pulling his fingers out of the man’s mouth. But now he could reach Peter’s cock with his other hand, taking over from the man’s masturbation. It made it harder for Peter to stroke him, but that was fine. Gabriel leaned in and nibbled at Peter’s neck, gaining a groan and a whimper, vocalizations Gabe had intended to provoke. He could swear he could hear Heidi’s breathing.
He assumed Peter was as yet unaware of her. Maybe he has his eyes shut … he does that sometimes during sex, doesn’t he? He couldn’t remember a time for it off-hand, but it had to be, because if Peter’s eyes were open, then surely he would have noticed her by now. Gabriel played Peter like an instrument, pumping at his dick while he mouthed at his neck, biting and sucking. He wrapped his free hand around Peter’s chest and tweaked his nipples through the cloth, hard enough to get small cries from him each time along with a spasmodic jerk of his hips.
He could tell when Peter was about to come. The empath sucked in air and arched back against him, his muscles tensing as he cried out, his noise muffled by biting his own lip. He whimpered afterward, sagging and panting. Gabriel eyed his wife. He was so fucking hard, so besotted by sex that it didn’t even occur to him until later that Peter gave not a twitch when she walked over to them and grabbed Gabriel by the shirt, over the shoulder. She dragged him off into the kitchen.
Dimly illuminated by the light over the stove, he could see her skin was flushed. He could smell her sex. “I should be,” she ground out, “furious with you.”
He stared at her blankly, thinking he’d rarely seen her this turned on unless he’d already been fucking her for a while. What coherent thought he had going on fixated on the word ‘should’, which implied that she wasn’t furious with him. He summoned over a hand towel with telekinesis and wiped Peter’s spunk off on it. It didn’t seem like the best thing to have on his hand while … arguing? whatever, with his wife.
“I’m sorry,” he offered reflexively, not even sure what he was sorry about. At least, not at the moment. It just seemed like a safe thing to say.
“You want to make it up to me?” she asked, climbing on a bar chair and pulling up her gown. Another wave of the scent of the female sex assaulted him. He blinked at her stupidly. The primitive part of his brain knew exactly what was being offered, but the rational was trying to say something important.
“Uh … Peter …” Something about Peter and jealousy. And me getting hurt.
“Yeah?” Heidi asked, reaching out and pulling him to her, wrapping her legs around his thighs and making his brows climb his forehead. “You should have thought of that before you practically fucked him in my den!” She unfastened his pants and shoved them down. His erection had only barely flagged and the way she rolled her soft hand around the shaft and stroked up and down it, caressing and squeezing the head, brought him back to full stiffness almost instantly.
Breathing harder, he made a deep, guttural sound and leaned forward into her, embracing her and letting his cheek rest against hers. Now he was the one to whimper. There’s a reason why I shouldn’t be doing this, he struggled to think. But she was scooting forward on the chair and aiming him, using her legs wrapped around him to pull him in. The moment he felt her hot, slick entrance around the head of his cock, he stopped trying to think about anything at all except how incredible this was. He slid into her with an audible slap made even more noisy by her unabashed groan.
She was so wet, so hot, and so eager. Her hands looped around his neck, fisting into his hair as he thrust into her, going fast immediately and from the pitch of her vocalizations, she was right with him. He wasn’t going to last but a few more seconds-
A third hand laid itself gently but firmly on his shoulder. Gabriel froze. This time, he hadn’t noticed the approach of the third, for which he had no immediate excuse, if you didn’t count the sheer distraction he was experiencing from other quarters. Heidi was looking past him, her teeth slightly bared, an expression of threat and possessiveness on her face.
Oh shit, Gabriel thought. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Don’t kill anyone, Peter. Peter’s other hand came down lightly on Gabe’s bare ass, making him jerk a little. Heidi’s legs tightened around him and her expression changed - it became neutral for moment, eyes narrowed a little in suspicion, then she gave a tiny smile and pulled Gabriel down over her.
Peter’s fingers slipped into the crack of Gabriel’s ass and the realization of what was going on completely shorted out Gabriel’s brain. His legs trembled as Peter spat on his fingers and used them to work Gabriel open, even while he was buried balls deep inside of Heidi. She started pulling Gabriel against her, urging him to continue fucking and slowly he resumed. He whimpered, hugging her to him while he made slow thrusts, with Peter’s fingers prodding and stroking inside of him as skillfully as ever.
The idea of an impending death had taken Gabriel’s edge off a lot and it took a while for him to get going again. He still jumped when Peter leaned forward and nipped him on the shoulder. Gabriel’s head whipped back to look at him. He felt so completely vulnerable here, not sure what he needed to be doing. This was a knife-edge of tension. Peter kissed him on the cheek and walked off. Gabriel tried to follow him with his eyes, but Heidi grabbed his head and pressed her mouth over his, French kissing him deeply like some sort of revenge for Peter giving him a peck on the cheek.
Peter was back a moment later, setting down a bottle of oil matter-of-factly and taking up his position behind Gabriel. Peter lubed him up thoroughly as Gabriel continued to make small jogging motions against Heidi. Oh my God, Peter’s going to fuck me while … Heidi? Oh my God.
He felt Peter’s cock-head hot and slick against him, pressing inside a little too fast for Gabe to adjust. He was plenty slick, but it still hurt. He gasped and Heidi kissed him deeply again, clenching briefly around his cock. Gabriel grunted and panted, surrendering himself to being used by both of them. Peter worked his way in deep, his hands rearranging Heidi’s legs so her feet were hooked around Peter’s back. A surge of irrational territoriality ran through Gabriel at that. Peter was not supposed to touch Heidi. But … well … Gabriel was a little too busy to do anything about it. Instead he returned his wife’s passionate kiss and thrust against her harder. She was his and she was in his arms and that was all that mattered.
Well, there was the matter of Peter’s cock in his backside, filling him up and turning fantastic sex into sheer ecstasy. That sort of mattered, too. Gabriel started thrusting harder and faster again, letting Peter figure out how to adjust to the pattern, which he did eventually by leaning over him, cupping Gabriel’s body with his own and echoing Gabe’s motions. As soon as Peter had that worked out, Heidi slipped one hand from Gabriel’s neck and reached past him to Peter. He felt Peter jerk at the contact, but Peter didn’t pull away.
Gabriel growled with a deep shiver that shook him from head to foot. He took hold of Heidi’s hips and slammed into her, feeling her spasm and come with his renewed energy. He bit her on the neck, barely keeping himself from bruising her as she cried out and clung to him, gasping in his ear and shuddering from the force of her orgasm. Gabriel felt his eyes roll up in his head as a few moments later, he joined her in climax, still feeling Peter’s hard member pumping in and out of himself, stimulating him constantly. His orgasm seemed to go on for second after second because Peter wouldn’t stop fucking him, wouldn’t stop plowing him open and banging both Heidi and Gabriel against the back the chair, against the bar, pressing them into one another. He felt it when Peter finally went with a last hard surge against him. Heidi moaned softly in Gabe’s arms, feeling it too.
Peter slumped back, not pulling out right away, but stopping his relentless assault. For what seemed like at least a minute, all three were still and silent, gathering themselves and recovering. Gabriel felt … something … dripping down his leg to be lost in the folds of the pants still bunched around his ankles. Peter pulled out slowly and Gabriel grunted, still panting. What the hell happens now?
But Peter had an answer for that. He gave Gabriel a pat on the rear and said, “I’m going to teleport back to the apartment and get cleaned up a little. Give me a call when you want me to come back and get you.”
Gabriel disengaged finally from his wife, looking back at Peter and gaping at how … normal Peter was making this out to be. He didn’t know what else to do or say. Peter smirked and pulled up his own pants, then vanished. Gabriel looked back at Heidi, who looked thoroughly tousled and fucked, but very, very satisfied. After all, she was here with him and Peter had been the one to leave. No, it didn’t start innocently at all. Wait, did those two set me up? That seemed too ludicrous to be true.
She shrugged and said, “That was really good sex.” Gabriel didn’t say anything. He was still trying to kick start his brain. She went on, “You really get turned on by the idea of other men having me, don’t you?”
Turned on? Angry, more like! Wait … he tried to sort out his feelings on that and began to realize that yes, there might be something he could channel there and at least get a healthier reaction than wanting to murder people. If anything, Peter’s little slip last week was a glaring example of how not to react. And really, Peter was fucking me there, not her, so what do I have to be upset about? Am I upset? I don’t think so. Actually, I feel really awesome. His body was still happily buzzing on endorphins. He felt high. He began to smile and helped Heidi up off the chair.
“Want to go shower together? I seem to be a bit oily and, uh, stuff.”
“Sure thing, tiger.” She swatted him on the ass where Peter had patted him.
Oh yeah, this might work after all.
Characters: Gabriel/Peter/Heidi (yes, it is a threesome)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sexual content
Word count: ~2,800
Setting: Shattered Salvation, July, 2011. However, NOT canon for that work. If it were, there would be a lot more fireworks and a lot less sex. I might work it in as a dream Gabriel has.
Summary: Peter invites himself over to Gabe and Heidi’s place one evening. After the kids are put to bed, PWP ensues.
It didn’t even start innocently, Gabriel thought to himself after Peter left, perplexed about how this whole thing had come about. Things were never going to be the same again.
It had started when Peter invited himself over to Gabe and Heidi’s for dinner, then hung around for the movie afterward. Emma’s residency had, as expected, turned her work schedule upside down and so Peter had found himself alone for the evening, even though he was supposed to be with his wife. Not being one to enjoy the silence of being alone with his own thoughts, he’d come over. After dinner, they sat on the couch together - Peter on one end, Heidi on the other and Gabriel in the middle. Simon and Monty were sprawled on the floor in front of them, enthralled by the television screen and the pirates movie playing thereon.
The adults were moderately engaged as well. It was a pretty good movie. Little Noah had been put down for the night shortly after dinner, so the evening was theirs. When the movie was over, Heidi got up to shuffle the boys off to bed. They went with the usual ineffective complaints and pleas, but they went.
After the kids were safely herded up the stairs, Gabriel leaned back, stretching long arms over the back of the couch, coincidentally behind Peter’s shoulders. He thought he was being suave and discreet, but a raised brow from Peter let him know the empath was onto that old trick. Gabriel gave him a look of mock innocence. Fortunately, Peter was easy to seduce. Theoretically, they’d strayed into ‘husband time’ about a half hour ago and with the den situated as it was, Gabriel was sure he’d hear the kids whether they thundered or crept down the stairs, long before they were at an angle to see anything. The room was still dark as it had been while the movie was playing. Now it had not even the illumination of the screen.
He let his arm drape more firmly across Peter’s shoulders and after a pause, Peter wriggled sideways a little, nestling against him. Gabriel took a deep breath and let it out with a noisy, appreciative sigh. Sometimes I am just so happy about things. Peter leaned back against him, tilting his head up and away while his left hand wandered onto Gabe’s knee, and then strayed further to the inside of his thigh.
“Hmm?” Gabriel hummed invitingly. He felt rather than heard Peter’s slight chuckle and a moment after that, Peter’s hand was cupping his groin, fingers gripping under his balls while the heel of his hand pushed evenly and repeatedly against his penis. “Oh!” he huffed and immediately responded by hooking and lifting his right arm from around Peter’s shoulders to where he could stroke Peter’s face. A moment later, Peter jerked his head to the side and caught two of those fingertips in his teeth. He began sucking them, pulling them skillfully into his mouth. Gabriel said something even less articulate as his IQ plummeted in the face of rapidly climbing arousal.
Distantly he was aware that someone was coming down the stairs, and the part of his brain that processed such things knew it was Heidi, not the boys. He turned that thought over several times, trying to decide what to do about it. He didn’t want to stop Peter, but making out right in front of his wife was probably not cool. Probably. Maybe. Definitely? This was the problem with trying to work out complicated moral issues while being expertly frotted through your pants and having your fingers sucked. Gabriel kept stumbling over the dilemma of what to do until well after Heidi could see, at least a little, what they were doing.
A bunch of rhythmic motions in the dark, on the couch, from a couple guys who were married to each other? Heidi was no idiot. It didn’t help that Peter had begun to stroke himself with his free hand, though as far as Gabriel knew, he was still in his pants. As if Peter was reading his mind, a second later he heard the sound of Peter’s zipper dropping. “Mmrfl,” Peter made a slurping sound of pleasure that had to be … well, noticeable.
As to that, Heidi was just standing there at the bottom of the stairs in her nightgown, staring at them, as far as Gabriel could tell. No … wait … his eyes widened. She was moving her hand in front of herself and was rubbing slowly. Oh my fucking God, Gabriel thought. Is this really happening?
His libido decided on his course of action with disturbing speed. Gabriel turned, hiking one leg over Peter’s and by necessity pulling his fingers out of the man’s mouth. But now he could reach Peter’s cock with his other hand, taking over from the man’s masturbation. It made it harder for Peter to stroke him, but that was fine. Gabriel leaned in and nibbled at Peter’s neck, gaining a groan and a whimper, vocalizations Gabe had intended to provoke. He could swear he could hear Heidi’s breathing.
He assumed Peter was as yet unaware of her. Maybe he has his eyes shut … he does that sometimes during sex, doesn’t he? He couldn’t remember a time for it off-hand, but it had to be, because if Peter’s eyes were open, then surely he would have noticed her by now. Gabriel played Peter like an instrument, pumping at his dick while he mouthed at his neck, biting and sucking. He wrapped his free hand around Peter’s chest and tweaked his nipples through the cloth, hard enough to get small cries from him each time along with a spasmodic jerk of his hips.
He could tell when Peter was about to come. The empath sucked in air and arched back against him, his muscles tensing as he cried out, his noise muffled by biting his own lip. He whimpered afterward, sagging and panting. Gabriel eyed his wife. He was so fucking hard, so besotted by sex that it didn’t even occur to him until later that Peter gave not a twitch when she walked over to them and grabbed Gabriel by the shirt, over the shoulder. She dragged him off into the kitchen.
Dimly illuminated by the light over the stove, he could see her skin was flushed. He could smell her sex. “I should be,” she ground out, “furious with you.”
He stared at her blankly, thinking he’d rarely seen her this turned on unless he’d already been fucking her for a while. What coherent thought he had going on fixated on the word ‘should’, which implied that she wasn’t furious with him. He summoned over a hand towel with telekinesis and wiped Peter’s spunk off on it. It didn’t seem like the best thing to have on his hand while … arguing? whatever, with his wife.
“I’m sorry,” he offered reflexively, not even sure what he was sorry about. At least, not at the moment. It just seemed like a safe thing to say.
“You want to make it up to me?” she asked, climbing on a bar chair and pulling up her gown. Another wave of the scent of the female sex assaulted him. He blinked at her stupidly. The primitive part of his brain knew exactly what was being offered, but the rational was trying to say something important.
“Uh … Peter …” Something about Peter and jealousy. And me getting hurt.
“Yeah?” Heidi asked, reaching out and pulling him to her, wrapping her legs around his thighs and making his brows climb his forehead. “You should have thought of that before you practically fucked him in my den!” She unfastened his pants and shoved them down. His erection had only barely flagged and the way she rolled her soft hand around the shaft and stroked up and down it, caressing and squeezing the head, brought him back to full stiffness almost instantly.
Breathing harder, he made a deep, guttural sound and leaned forward into her, embracing her and letting his cheek rest against hers. Now he was the one to whimper. There’s a reason why I shouldn’t be doing this, he struggled to think. But she was scooting forward on the chair and aiming him, using her legs wrapped around him to pull him in. The moment he felt her hot, slick entrance around the head of his cock, he stopped trying to think about anything at all except how incredible this was. He slid into her with an audible slap made even more noisy by her unabashed groan.
She was so wet, so hot, and so eager. Her hands looped around his neck, fisting into his hair as he thrust into her, going fast immediately and from the pitch of her vocalizations, she was right with him. He wasn’t going to last but a few more seconds-
A third hand laid itself gently but firmly on his shoulder. Gabriel froze. This time, he hadn’t noticed the approach of the third, for which he had no immediate excuse, if you didn’t count the sheer distraction he was experiencing from other quarters. Heidi was looking past him, her teeth slightly bared, an expression of threat and possessiveness on her face.
Oh shit, Gabriel thought. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Don’t kill anyone, Peter. Peter’s other hand came down lightly on Gabe’s bare ass, making him jerk a little. Heidi’s legs tightened around him and her expression changed - it became neutral for moment, eyes narrowed a little in suspicion, then she gave a tiny smile and pulled Gabriel down over her.
Peter’s fingers slipped into the crack of Gabriel’s ass and the realization of what was going on completely shorted out Gabriel’s brain. His legs trembled as Peter spat on his fingers and used them to work Gabriel open, even while he was buried balls deep inside of Heidi. She started pulling Gabriel against her, urging him to continue fucking and slowly he resumed. He whimpered, hugging her to him while he made slow thrusts, with Peter’s fingers prodding and stroking inside of him as skillfully as ever.
The idea of an impending death had taken Gabriel’s edge off a lot and it took a while for him to get going again. He still jumped when Peter leaned forward and nipped him on the shoulder. Gabriel’s head whipped back to look at him. He felt so completely vulnerable here, not sure what he needed to be doing. This was a knife-edge of tension. Peter kissed him on the cheek and walked off. Gabriel tried to follow him with his eyes, but Heidi grabbed his head and pressed her mouth over his, French kissing him deeply like some sort of revenge for Peter giving him a peck on the cheek.
Peter was back a moment later, setting down a bottle of oil matter-of-factly and taking up his position behind Gabriel. Peter lubed him up thoroughly as Gabriel continued to make small jogging motions against Heidi. Oh my God, Peter’s going to fuck me while … Heidi? Oh my God.
He felt Peter’s cock-head hot and slick against him, pressing inside a little too fast for Gabe to adjust. He was plenty slick, but it still hurt. He gasped and Heidi kissed him deeply again, clenching briefly around his cock. Gabriel grunted and panted, surrendering himself to being used by both of them. Peter worked his way in deep, his hands rearranging Heidi’s legs so her feet were hooked around Peter’s back. A surge of irrational territoriality ran through Gabriel at that. Peter was not supposed to touch Heidi. But … well … Gabriel was a little too busy to do anything about it. Instead he returned his wife’s passionate kiss and thrust against her harder. She was his and she was in his arms and that was all that mattered.
Well, there was the matter of Peter’s cock in his backside, filling him up and turning fantastic sex into sheer ecstasy. That sort of mattered, too. Gabriel started thrusting harder and faster again, letting Peter figure out how to adjust to the pattern, which he did eventually by leaning over him, cupping Gabriel’s body with his own and echoing Gabe’s motions. As soon as Peter had that worked out, Heidi slipped one hand from Gabriel’s neck and reached past him to Peter. He felt Peter jerk at the contact, but Peter didn’t pull away.
Gabriel growled with a deep shiver that shook him from head to foot. He took hold of Heidi’s hips and slammed into her, feeling her spasm and come with his renewed energy. He bit her on the neck, barely keeping himself from bruising her as she cried out and clung to him, gasping in his ear and shuddering from the force of her orgasm. Gabriel felt his eyes roll up in his head as a few moments later, he joined her in climax, still feeling Peter’s hard member pumping in and out of himself, stimulating him constantly. His orgasm seemed to go on for second after second because Peter wouldn’t stop fucking him, wouldn’t stop plowing him open and banging both Heidi and Gabriel against the back the chair, against the bar, pressing them into one another. He felt it when Peter finally went with a last hard surge against him. Heidi moaned softly in Gabe’s arms, feeling it too.
Peter slumped back, not pulling out right away, but stopping his relentless assault. For what seemed like at least a minute, all three were still and silent, gathering themselves and recovering. Gabriel felt … something … dripping down his leg to be lost in the folds of the pants still bunched around his ankles. Peter pulled out slowly and Gabriel grunted, still panting. What the hell happens now?
But Peter had an answer for that. He gave Gabriel a pat on the rear and said, “I’m going to teleport back to the apartment and get cleaned up a little. Give me a call when you want me to come back and get you.”
Gabriel disengaged finally from his wife, looking back at Peter and gaping at how … normal Peter was making this out to be. He didn’t know what else to do or say. Peter smirked and pulled up his own pants, then vanished. Gabriel looked back at Heidi, who looked thoroughly tousled and fucked, but very, very satisfied. After all, she was here with him and Peter had been the one to leave. No, it didn’t start innocently at all. Wait, did those two set me up? That seemed too ludicrous to be true.
She shrugged and said, “That was really good sex.” Gabriel didn’t say anything. He was still trying to kick start his brain. She went on, “You really get turned on by the idea of other men having me, don’t you?”
Turned on? Angry, more like! Wait … he tried to sort out his feelings on that and began to realize that yes, there might be something he could channel there and at least get a healthier reaction than wanting to murder people. If anything, Peter’s little slip last week was a glaring example of how not to react. And really, Peter was fucking me there, not her, so what do I have to be upset about? Am I upset? I don’t think so. Actually, I feel really awesome. His body was still happily buzzing on endorphins. He felt high. He began to smile and helped Heidi up off the chair.
“Want to go shower together? I seem to be a bit oily and, uh, stuff.”
“Sure thing, tiger.” She swatted him on the ass where Peter had patted him.
Oh yeah, this might work after all.