Night 1 of Wract
....I couldn't sleep. I never CAN sleep really, because I am a masochistic little thing. SIGH.
I tossed and turned and then finally pulled out Raffin to write, cause I needed to write Huddy Smut anyway for Reach, and I was now in solitude. So I get into the flow and I start typing out what I think is the slowest, deepest sex I've ever written for Huddy.
....and then Peter wakes up.
"I think he should use both hands,"
AAAAAAHHH!! (*note: I really did scream. Like a girl. -_-) "WTF is wrong with you?! I am trying to write in private here!"
"Well you should've thought of that before you started writing IN BED. while I'm next to you,"
"...point."
Then he offered to help and I was adamantly refusing and then he just grabbed Raffin from me and read through, and as I try to get him back WITH VIOLENCE, he knows my tickle spot. What can I do?
(*note: Okay, I cannae explain this right without putting it in story form, so here it is, in story form)
I grunted as I tried to get around the barrier that was Peter's languid yet firm hand that was pressing firmly on my collarbone, keeping me at bay as his dark eyes skimmed across Chapter 16 of Reach - the smut chapter I had yet to finish. I could've brutally walloped the boy senseless but...he knew my tickle spot. No one had ever figured it out except Caeden and Ben. And that was because I TOLD Ben and Caeden was .....well, he was Caeden.
"Would you just - give me the thing!" I grunted as I dug my nails into his ribs. I smirked when Peter winced but he did not give in. I growled. "Peter,"
Peter glanced at me briefly before going back to the laptop in front of him. "I think you're quite good - sans the fact that there really is no man 12 inches long," he stated wryly and handed me Raffin once again.
I snatched Raffin back and stroked my precious notebook. Had Raffin been a puppy, he would've whimpered at being manhandled. Poor baby. "Thank you for that," I shot back tartly and I resume typing. But as I typed, I couldn't help but become curious as to what was Peter's opinion on the male anatomy. "Well," I said slowly. "I know that House is definitely larger than the average man - because he is beyond average,"
Peter looked at me and smiled. "Clever," he commented before sliding his glasses on (those cute half-frames that I wear, but he looks cuter) and moving to sit next to me. "Well for one, I think House would need his Vicodin before he has sex with anyone - more so if it's Cuddy, because we ALL know she's an insatiable woman," and he flashed me this devious grin that reminded me of David for some reason.
I eyed him suspiciously. "House had more than enough Vicodin before dinner - 'sides, adrenaline and endorphins help pain. And this is fanfiction, thankie very muckles, so he can have 15 inches if I wanted and not have to pop a single pill to hump Cuddy because of her 'magic love'," I retorted with a roll of my eyes and went back to typing.
Peter let out a small chuckle. "Fine," he sat up straighter and loomed over my shoulder slightly as I typed. It annoyed me, partially because I hate loomers and because I had less than 3 hours of sleep the night prior and this wasn't helping.
"WOULD YOU PLEASE GTFO MY SHOULDER?!"
Peter shrugged and sat back, and it annoyed me even more. I was exasperated. "URRRGH! Alright fine! You want to hover, then hover! But don't blame me when you wake up tomorrow with no scrotum!" I warn before typing away.
At some point I began to tire, but I don't remember. All I remember was reading a line about House sliding Cuddy's shorts on for her and then Peter took Raffin from me, saved my file and shut him down. Then he pulled me over and I ...think I mumbled something about that contact rule and he just nodded and I fell asleep.
Then I woke up the next morning, and panicked because I couldn't remember whether or not I had saved my Chapter 16 - so I checked. I couldn't help but smile. Peter had saved it under 'Peter and I - our first time'. The jackass.
I threw my arms around him and hugged him tight. "Thank you,"
He smiled. "There was no need for fast and violent sex - this was them. And this was what they were," he quoted.
I punched him hard on the shoulder.
~LeSophistichic