Cheese puffs and bondage. Er, bonding.
Writen for the snuggle meme. For half_whole_pw. I did it! And my apologies if this is SO not Peter. But it is very Theresa.
The housewarming party for House JPDJ (or whatever Theresa was calling it today) was in full swing. It was a good thing it was a fairly big place, because there were a lot of people. A lot of people eating, drinking, and generally being merry.
And yes, there was alcohol, but nothing stronger than beer or wine, so Theresa wasn’t feeling anything more than a little buzz. If that. God, beer was like water with a little kick and a bad aftertaste. But since her goal for the party was not to get drunk and make a scene, beer was fine. And she was enjoying the company around her as the hosts of the party played social butterfly.
She spotted one guy on the couch that she’d never met before, but she recognized him immediately. It was the dimples. This had to be Peter the Choir Boy. Peter the Adorable Choir Boy with Dimples. She plopped herself down next to him, and he looked over at her, a little confused but not impolite.
“Hi. I’m Terry.”
She saw the recognition in his face. They both knew of each other, even if they hadn’t been properly introduced. “Oh! Hi. Peter,” he said, putting a hand on his chest to indicate himself.
They exchanged a sort of semi-awkward handshake.
She smiled at him. “Jean-Paul was right, you really do have adorable dimples.”
Okay, maybe she was a little bit more than buzzed. To his credit, Peter just smiled back in an embarrassed sort of way, chuckling and looking down at his own drink. “Thank you. Your hair is pretty,” he said in that I-just-got-a-compliment-so-maybe-I-should-give-one-back voice. But it did sound sincere even still.
Turned out Peter was very cool, and Jean-Paul was right, they totally clicked. They spent the whole night talking, sitting on the couch, eating munchie food, and drinking just a bit more. Everyone else was doing it. They wound up against the armrest on one side, because it was rude to take up the whole couch, Terry’s legs over Peter’s lap, his arm around her back, and she was tossing chips into his open mouth. Or attempting to. Either she couldn’t throw or he couldn’t catch. But it did make for a lot of giggling.
“You’re hopeless at this,” she told him after a chip finally managed to get into his mouth, and he’d been so startled he’d knocked it back out with his tongue.
“The chips are too big, we need something smaller.”
“M&Ms?”
“Too small. I’ll choke.”
“Pretzels?”
Peter shook his head. He reached over her legs towards the table and grabbed a bowl of cheese ball puffs. Like cheese doodles but in round form. He examined them carefully, like a lot was riding on this if they could actually accomplish it.
“Perfect,” he decided. And they were back on.
Twenty tries later, and seven puffs on the floor (John was going to kill them), and Peter managed to catch a puff in his mouth. He threw his hands up in victory, releasing his hold on Terry’s back and causing her to fall backwards and nearly topple over the side of the couch. To her credit, she didn’t shriek, which would have brought the party to a screeching halt.
“Oh I’m so sorry!” Peter yelped, reaching out for her. “Are you okay?”
Terry burst out into a giggle fit, pulling herself back up with his help. Peter wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her steady.
She waggled a finger at him. “If I am ever dangling over the precipice of some dangerous cliff face or other life-threatening location, I am SO not trusting you.”
He laughed. “I won’t let you go again.” She wiggled and he pulled her tighter, just to prove his point.
“Fine,” she said, satisfied she wasn’t going to fall and land on her head, and picked up the bowl of cheese puffs.
“We’re really bad at this,” he pointed out, just as she misaimed and whacked him between the eyes, leaving a little orange mark.
“Well, yes. But we’re awesome in general, so I think that makes up for it.”
Peter grinned, but couldn’t reach for his drink because he was still holding her in place. “To awesome!” he said, like a toast.
Terry held up a cheese puff. “To awesome.”
And she tossed another at him, bounced it off his nose, and caught it in her mouth.
The housewarming party for House JPDJ (or whatever Theresa was calling it today) was in full swing. It was a good thing it was a fairly big place, because there were a lot of people. A lot of people eating, drinking, and generally being merry.
And yes, there was alcohol, but nothing stronger than beer or wine, so Theresa wasn’t feeling anything more than a little buzz. If that. God, beer was like water with a little kick and a bad aftertaste. But since her goal for the party was not to get drunk and make a scene, beer was fine. And she was enjoying the company around her as the hosts of the party played social butterfly.
She spotted one guy on the couch that she’d never met before, but she recognized him immediately. It was the dimples. This had to be Peter the Choir Boy. Peter the Adorable Choir Boy with Dimples. She plopped herself down next to him, and he looked over at her, a little confused but not impolite.
“Hi. I’m Terry.”
She saw the recognition in his face. They both knew of each other, even if they hadn’t been properly introduced. “Oh! Hi. Peter,” he said, putting a hand on his chest to indicate himself.
They exchanged a sort of semi-awkward handshake.
She smiled at him. “Jean-Paul was right, you really do have adorable dimples.”
Okay, maybe she was a little bit more than buzzed. To his credit, Peter just smiled back in an embarrassed sort of way, chuckling and looking down at his own drink. “Thank you. Your hair is pretty,” he said in that I-just-got-a-compliment-so-maybe-I-should-give-one-back voice. But it did sound sincere even still.
Turned out Peter was very cool, and Jean-Paul was right, they totally clicked. They spent the whole night talking, sitting on the couch, eating munchie food, and drinking just a bit more. Everyone else was doing it. They wound up against the armrest on one side, because it was rude to take up the whole couch, Terry’s legs over Peter’s lap, his arm around her back, and she was tossing chips into his open mouth. Or attempting to. Either she couldn’t throw or he couldn’t catch. But it did make for a lot of giggling.
“You’re hopeless at this,” she told him after a chip finally managed to get into his mouth, and he’d been so startled he’d knocked it back out with his tongue.
“The chips are too big, we need something smaller.”
“M&Ms?”
“Too small. I’ll choke.”
“Pretzels?”
Peter shook his head. He reached over her legs towards the table and grabbed a bowl of cheese ball puffs. Like cheese doodles but in round form. He examined them carefully, like a lot was riding on this if they could actually accomplish it.
“Perfect,” he decided. And they were back on.
Twenty tries later, and seven puffs on the floor (John was going to kill them), and Peter managed to catch a puff in his mouth. He threw his hands up in victory, releasing his hold on Terry’s back and causing her to fall backwards and nearly topple over the side of the couch. To her credit, she didn’t shriek, which would have brought the party to a screeching halt.
“Oh I’m so sorry!” Peter yelped, reaching out for her. “Are you okay?”
Terry burst out into a giggle fit, pulling herself back up with his help. Peter wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her steady.
She waggled a finger at him. “If I am ever dangling over the precipice of some dangerous cliff face or other life-threatening location, I am SO not trusting you.”
He laughed. “I won’t let you go again.” She wiggled and he pulled her tighter, just to prove his point.
“Fine,” she said, satisfied she wasn’t going to fall and land on her head, and picked up the bowl of cheese puffs.
“We’re really bad at this,” he pointed out, just as she misaimed and whacked him between the eyes, leaving a little orange mark.
“Well, yes. But we’re awesome in general, so I think that makes up for it.”
Peter grinned, but couldn’t reach for his drink because he was still holding her in place. “To awesome!” he said, like a toast.
Terry held up a cheese puff. “To awesome.”
And she tossed another at him, bounced it off his nose, and caught it in her mouth.