New One-shot ^_^
Title: Why Do You Love Me?
Pairing: Peter/Patrick
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Summary: Peter and Patrick are lying in bed, discussing things...
Rating: PG - hah. Pure fluff, kiddies! :D
Author Notes: Okay, so I was woken up at 8:30 this morning and as I'm laying there, this idea pops into my head. So, of course, I decided to write it. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own blahblahblah, it's fiction ya-da-ya-ya-da, we all just do this repeatedly to save our asses, la-di-da... okay, done!
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[Peter]
Waking up next to the one person in the entire world that really understands me...is the best feeling in the world. And you know what's even better? He loves me, too. That's the best feeling in the world, honestly. Loving someone and being loved in return. And in this single moment, I realize that, no matter my fears and doubts, this moment will be held in my mind for ever as absolute perfection.
The problem with perfection is....it can never last longer than that moment. Once you find that perfection, it's bound to be shattered seconds later. This particular piece of perfection was broken by a simple question.
I heard my name mumbled as he turned on his side to face me. "Pete...."
"Yeah?" I asked, brushing a few strands of hair away from his eyes.
"....Why do you love me?"
Cue the sound of shattered glass here. But actually, the question shouldn't have been coming from him. It should have been to him. That was my kind of question to ask. But somehow, the tables got turned and I was facing the answer of that question. And you know what? I don't care at all. "Well, why wouldn't I?" I asked, snuggling closer to him.
"Lots of reasons."
I shook my head, "NmMm. You can't come up with one good reason why I shouldn't love you. Not for me. I love you and that's all there is to it. I love everything about you, Patrick."
"But....why do you--"
"I have an idea." I smiled and jumped up. "I'll be back." I said, running out of the room. A little bit later, I came back with a piece of paper and a pen. I'd written out a list....it was a good list. I jumped onto the bed and sat down next to him, shoving the paper at him. "There." I grinned, watching him as he read it over.
He smiled softly, "Baby....you didn't have to do this...."
"But I wanted to. And..." I took the paper from him. "we can do this!" I felt his eyes on me as I jumped up again and ran over to his desk. Once I got what I needed, I rushed over to the door and pinned the paper up. "There." I grinned, turning towards him, "Now you can see that any time I'm not here to remind you."
"Baby, come back to bed." He said, still smiling. I crawled back into bed, snuggling up to him, leaning into his hold in his arms. "I love you," He whispered, slowly carding his fingers through my hair.
"I love you, too, Patrick." I said, closing my eyes. And there's another one of those pieces of perfection. I want to live in this moment forever, for the rest of my life.
Pairing: Peter/Patrick
Word Count:
Summary: Peter and Patrick are lying in bed, discussing things...
Rating: PG - hah. Pure fluff, kiddies! :D
Author Notes: Okay, so I was woken up at 8:30 this morning and as I'm laying there, this idea pops into my head. So, of course, I decided to write it. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own blahblahblah, it's fiction ya-da-ya-ya-da, we all just do this repeatedly to save our asses, la-di-da... okay, done!
~*~*~
[Peter]
Waking up next to the one person in the entire world that really understands me...is the best feeling in the world. And you know what's even better? He loves me, too. That's the best feeling in the world, honestly. Loving someone and being loved in return. And in this single moment, I realize that, no matter my fears and doubts, this moment will be held in my mind for ever as absolute perfection.
The problem with perfection is....it can never last longer than that moment. Once you find that perfection, it's bound to be shattered seconds later. This particular piece of perfection was broken by a simple question.
I heard my name mumbled as he turned on his side to face me. "Pete...."
"Yeah?" I asked, brushing a few strands of hair away from his eyes.
"....Why do you love me?"
Cue the sound of shattered glass here. But actually, the question shouldn't have been coming from him. It should have been to him. That was my kind of question to ask. But somehow, the tables got turned and I was facing the answer of that question. And you know what? I don't care at all. "Well, why wouldn't I?" I asked, snuggling closer to him.
"Lots of reasons."
I shook my head, "NmMm. You can't come up with one good reason why I shouldn't love you. Not for me. I love you and that's all there is to it. I love everything about you, Patrick."
"But....why do you--"
"I have an idea." I smiled and jumped up. "I'll be back." I said, running out of the room. A little bit later, I came back with a piece of paper and a pen. I'd written out a list....it was a good list. I jumped onto the bed and sat down next to him, shoving the paper at him. "There." I grinned, watching him as he read it over.
He smiled softly, "Baby....you didn't have to do this...."
"But I wanted to. And..." I took the paper from him. "we can do this!" I felt his eyes on me as I jumped up again and ran over to his desk. Once I got what I needed, I rushed over to the door and pinned the paper up. "There." I grinned, turning towards him, "Now you can see that any time I'm not here to remind you."
"Baby, come back to bed." He said, still smiling. I crawled back into bed, snuggling up to him, leaning into his hold in his arms. "I love you," He whispered, slowly carding his fingers through my hair.
"I love you, too, Patrick." I said, closing my eyes. And there's another one of those pieces of perfection. I want to live in this moment forever, for the rest of my life.