The Way of Things, Chapter 40
Peter was silent on the drive back into town, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he looked at the road. Something had occurred to him-or startled him-as he’d kissed her, and she wondered what it was. He glanced over at her several times, smiling, before returning his attention back to the road, and she felt a slow excitement build as they neared
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He does have a great Adam’s apple, doesn’t he? With that one particular freckle highlighting it like a beauty mark…
He didn’t move, his hands resting on her hips as she continued to lavish attention on his neck, now kissing each freckle she found lurking there.
Heh. That’s a long column of neck, too. Much territory to cover.
*hotness ensues*
…
…reaching to help remove his pants.
Shall I assume that we’re waiting for a ficlet to get a more poetic description of the undergarments in question? ;P
She took advantage of his instability, pushing him into a seated position on his bed, and he looked only slightly stunned as he landed with a soft ‘whump’ on the mattress.
It’s not as though he didn’t know she doesn’t play fair! XD
Peter always made her feel like she was the most important thing in the universe. His dates, his kisses, his lovemaking were all lavish, intent, generous. It had occurred to her that night that she wasn’t sure how often Peter had been on the receiving end of such sensations and feelings, instead of the one providing them.
Has he ever had a love in his life who returned his ardour and cherishing in equal measure? Until now? I think not.
She was determined to make him feel that he was the most important thing in the universe.
The RSPCPC heartily approves this notion!
She didn’t miss the flash of hurt and confusion which crossed his face, and she bent forward.
Poor Peter yet again. He’ll learn to trust this, trust “us” soon enough.
Peter blinked his eyes open, gasping as he looked at her, and his hands started to drift down her body towards his knickers.
What, does he really think she got him out of them just to stuff him right back in? That would be inhumane!
…Peter laying on his duvet, the red setting off his dark hair and fair skin, his nearly black eyes boring into her as she looked at him.
Ah, what an image to carry through the day!
Her eyes flickered down to his lips briefly before she replied. Holding his gaze, she answered gravely, “I want to.” She placed a kiss on his lips before moving her mouth to his ear, determined to make him understand. “I want to do this for you.”
Let the TLC commence!
She wanted to spoil him, she realized. Wanted to spoil him, not just to make up for no one bothering to do it when he had been a little boy-but because a man like Peter deserved to be spoiled, as often as possible.
Evidently she got the memo! How many nights does he have to look forward to laying bundled up in her arms? Many, many.
“My turn,” he whispered, shifting his gaze to her mouth; she licked her lips in anticipation, and he pounced.
Pouncing!Peter. Lo, we are being treated to many facets of his wonderfulness today. :)
…her hands fisting in the fabric of his duvet, and she felt him smile against her.
One imagines he’s thinking ‘It’s my turn to make you cling onto the bedsheets for dear life! Muah ha ha!’
Or something like that.
“Thank you,” he whispered against her ear, ghosting a light kiss against her earlobe before rising up to look at her.
She blinked, confused. “For what?” Her voice was raspy; she sounded like she’d been shagged rotten.
“For an incredible date. For...dessert.” He leaned down, kissed her softly, whispering against her lips, “For being you.”
It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her, and she felt her heart clench. She was in very grave danger of falling quite hard for the man above her, she realized. She had no notion of what to say in response, instead returned his kiss and channelled her feelings into it.
Honey, the readers hate to break it to you, but we think you’ve already gone off that particular cliff!
They stared at each other, wearing matching silly grins, until Rose began to feel the effects of drinking with dinner.
Ah, good, the awkward appears to be mostly over.
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He's got a great neck, period. *mind drifts*
Shall I assume that we’re waiting for a ficlet to get a more poetic description of the undergarments in question?
If you like :)
Has he ever had a love in his life who returned his ardour and cherishing in equal measure? Until now?
Nope. *sigh* Poor Peter.
How many nights does he have to look forward to laying bundled up in her arms? Many, many.
Most definitely. Lucky woman.
Lo, we are being treated to many facets of his wonderfulness today.
Well, he *is* a pretty happy guy right now...
but we think you’ve already gone off that particular cliff!
As EGT said when she beta'd: That particular ship has already sailed.
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I seem to recall specific mention of a button-playing ficlet, so I'm'a keepin' my hopes up, if that's alright with you.
That particular ship has already sailed.
Honey, your self-restraint is the HMS Titanic, and he's the great big iceberg in the North Atlantic of love.
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*dies laughing*
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