Challenge #3: Original: Firsts
Title: Firsts
Genre: Drama/Romance
Word Count: ...Um. Written in the box. Around 500-900?
Rating/Warnings: PG13.
Summary: Pete's had a lot of firsts.
Notes: ...I don't know why, but I couldn't resist. :D Enjoy. Also, Rore (II and V) is justawetdream's and Lena (III) is dth_vlly_queen's.
I. Beer Cans (The First Time)
He didn't recognize the girl in bed with him. But maybe that was just because his head was spinning -- maybe he'd met her recently and he just couldn't place her.
The room was way too fucking bright. He pulled the covers over his head, and the girl shifted with a groan.
"Sharat."
He stared at her. "Wha'?"
"Sharat. Share'at." Off his confused look, she sighed impatiently and grabbed the covers off of him.
Underneath the covers, Pete wasn't wearing anything. Well, that definitely cleared up the question of what he'd done last night. And judging by the beer cans all around the bed, it took care of his headache, too.
He ignored the nag of dissapointment that he couldn't remember his first time, made a mental note to not get drunk when Topher wasn't there to keep him sane, and closed his eyes to catch a bit more sleep, fuck high school for a day.
II. Tangles (The First Love)
He'd been watching her for maybe ten minutes when she woke up. His fingers were already tangled in her hair (he'd been playing with it since practically the moment he woke up), and when she lifted her head to look at him, he couldn't hold back the smile.
"'Morning, beautiful," he told her softly, leaning forward to kiss her.
Her smile, if a little more hesitant, was just as happy, and that helped. "Hi."
She was wrapped around him, his arms around her, tangled together as if they were trying to become one person. He liked her like this, here, against him, so close he could practically feel her heart beat with his.
She smiled again, and his heart fluttered.
III. Smiles (The First Mistake)
He woke up before she did, too. He always seemed to wake up before the girls he was with.
He moved (funny, he'd never wanted to move with her) and she stirred, opening her eyes slowly, blinking at him and then smiling. So innocent. So sweet. So beautiful.
He wanted to kill himself for not leaving before it came to this.
He wanted to shake the smile off of her, because didn't she know she shouldn't be smiling? Didn't she know... No, she didn't. No one did.
He smiled back at her and tried to pretend his smile wasn't tense by kissing her as gently as he knew how.
IV. Needles (The First Temptation)
She'd looked so much like his Beauty, acted so much like her, they could've been sisters. But it wasn't until her sleeve moved up and he saw them, the rows and rows and rows of marks, that he'd realized how alike they were.
She'd seen him looking. Offered him some.
Now he had a mark, too. Would she come back to him if he had matching marks on his arm? If he slid the needle into his arm over and over and over, night after night after night, until he had a mark for every mark she did? Would she be his again then?
The girl (he didn't get her name) was already in the shower when he woke up, but she'd left a little package for him on the nighttable with a note that said "Complimentary".
He didn't throw it out, and he hated himself for that; more than that, he hated that he didn't care how much the girl he was supposed to be in love with would hurt if she knew about tonight.
V. Clinging (The First Forever)
He'd woken up before her again. His arms already tight around her, even in his sleep, her hair woven through his fingers. She was so beautiful. So goddamn beautiful. He watched her sleep, watched her body, wondering what was under her glamours that he wouldn't recognize, that she hadn't had to show him before she left.
He wasn't letting her go this time. Not now. Not ever.
She woke up when he shifted a little, immediately awake and alert, and he hated that, but she'd grow out of it. She'd be comfortable with him again, soon. The look she gave him was a bit guarded, a bit shadowed. So he smiled at her, let her see everything he was feeling, and then he kissed her, letting her feel it, taste it, any way he could show her. And she relaxed.
"I love you," he said softly.
"I love you too," she said, beaming, and he knew he wanted to see her look like that every morning for the rest of his life.
Genre: Drama/Romance
Word Count: ...Um. Written in the box. Around 500-900?
Rating/Warnings: PG13.
Summary: Pete's had a lot of firsts.
Notes: ...I don't know why, but I couldn't resist. :D Enjoy. Also, Rore (II and V) is justawetdream's and Lena (III) is dth_vlly_queen's.
I. Beer Cans (The First Time)
He didn't recognize the girl in bed with him. But maybe that was just because his head was spinning -- maybe he'd met her recently and he just couldn't place her.
The room was way too fucking bright. He pulled the covers over his head, and the girl shifted with a groan.
"Sharat."
He stared at her. "Wha'?"
"Sharat. Share'at." Off his confused look, she sighed impatiently and grabbed the covers off of him.
Underneath the covers, Pete wasn't wearing anything. Well, that definitely cleared up the question of what he'd done last night. And judging by the beer cans all around the bed, it took care of his headache, too.
He ignored the nag of dissapointment that he couldn't remember his first time, made a mental note to not get drunk when Topher wasn't there to keep him sane, and closed his eyes to catch a bit more sleep, fuck high school for a day.
II. Tangles (The First Love)
He'd been watching her for maybe ten minutes when she woke up. His fingers were already tangled in her hair (he'd been playing with it since practically the moment he woke up), and when she lifted her head to look at him, he couldn't hold back the smile.
"'Morning, beautiful," he told her softly, leaning forward to kiss her.
Her smile, if a little more hesitant, was just as happy, and that helped. "Hi."
She was wrapped around him, his arms around her, tangled together as if they were trying to become one person. He liked her like this, here, against him, so close he could practically feel her heart beat with his.
She smiled again, and his heart fluttered.
III. Smiles (The First Mistake)
He woke up before she did, too. He always seemed to wake up before the girls he was with.
He moved (funny, he'd never wanted to move with her) and she stirred, opening her eyes slowly, blinking at him and then smiling. So innocent. So sweet. So beautiful.
He wanted to kill himself for not leaving before it came to this.
He wanted to shake the smile off of her, because didn't she know she shouldn't be smiling? Didn't she know... No, she didn't. No one did.
He smiled back at her and tried to pretend his smile wasn't tense by kissing her as gently as he knew how.
IV. Needles (The First Temptation)
She'd looked so much like his Beauty, acted so much like her, they could've been sisters. But it wasn't until her sleeve moved up and he saw them, the rows and rows and rows of marks, that he'd realized how alike they were.
She'd seen him looking. Offered him some.
Now he had a mark, too. Would she come back to him if he had matching marks on his arm? If he slid the needle into his arm over and over and over, night after night after night, until he had a mark for every mark she did? Would she be his again then?
The girl (he didn't get her name) was already in the shower when he woke up, but she'd left a little package for him on the nighttable with a note that said "Complimentary".
He didn't throw it out, and he hated himself for that; more than that, he hated that he didn't care how much the girl he was supposed to be in love with would hurt if she knew about tonight.
V. Clinging (The First Forever)
He'd woken up before her again. His arms already tight around her, even in his sleep, her hair woven through his fingers. She was so beautiful. So goddamn beautiful. He watched her sleep, watched her body, wondering what was under her glamours that he wouldn't recognize, that she hadn't had to show him before she left.
He wasn't letting her go this time. Not now. Not ever.
She woke up when he shifted a little, immediately awake and alert, and he hated that, but she'd grow out of it. She'd be comfortable with him again, soon. The look she gave him was a bit guarded, a bit shadowed. So he smiled at her, let her see everything he was feeling, and then he kissed her, letting her feel it, taste it, any way he could show her. And she relaxed.
"I love you," he said softly.
"I love you too," she said, beaming, and he knew he wanted to see her look like that every morning for the rest of his life.