A Study in Red Velvet, Epilogue
Now…I do feel a bit of guilt about this one. I wrote it yesterday afternoon in a bit of an escapist frenzy; I sent it over to EGT, hoping that she might be able to beta it so I could post it today-Thursday, the usual day for second chapters. I, ah…well, I kind of bullied her into beta-ing it, truth be told. Which was very mean of me, as she ( Read more... )
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I imagine Rose would be a very lively drunk. Especially with a Peter around. A lively and friendly drunk at that.
I have a newfound appreciation for the velvet suit. Not that I didn't like it before. It's just now I have more lovely memories to imagine when I see it :-D
Hope the weeks improves, and looking forward to the next as one, as usual!
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Me, too! Ah, well--this, too, shall pass. I hope. Writing this little smutlet certainly helped, at any rate, and I'm glad to hear it helped pick you up, too :)
A lively and friendly drunk at that.
I would imagine she's a happy drunk; Peter, too, actually--at least, once Rose is around. She'd certainly not let him wallow.
The only mystery to me, really, is how she managed to keep from jumping the DI whilst at the wedding. Even drunk, she has amazing impulse control.
Not that I didn't like it before. It's just now I have more lovely memories to imagine when I see it
XD
looking forward to the next as one, as usual!
The next one is a two-chapter offering, as well. Part one will be up at the usual time Monday.
Have a great weekend!
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Especially while tipsy? That woman is clearly made of cold, hard steel if she withstood taking a bite out of her red velvet cupcake for all that time!
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I will never, ever eat red velvet cake without thinking of Peter Carlisle.
Well played.
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Another reference that doesn't transfer between worlds, then?
Rose had even managed to convince him to dance,
Points to Rose!
Someday he was going to have to learn how to resist that, or she would figure out that she could so easily convince him to do all manner of ridiculous things.
Hee!
He’d not missed the fact that Rose stopped running her hands along his arm, or across his chest, once the jacket was gone, and he felt a sense of triumph; she liked the suit whether she’d admit it or not.
She only did it once the jacket was gone? More likely she trying to tell him she likes him better without the velvet... (and eek, my mind just went to a dirty place, but that's not what I meant.)
“I think I said I liked you in almost anything.”
Bad mind, dirty, dirty, dirty...
“Unless you’ve a condom, we’re moving this upstairs. Now.”
Practicality. Very important.
“Sex against the wall-‘s not clichéd.”
*snort*
“I think I rather like the suit after all, you ( ... )
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Alas, no. No Prince in the Alt!Verse.
She only did it once the jacket was gone?
I've now gone cross-eyed staring at the wording of that particular bit--it's going to have to be re-done. What it's saying is that when he took the jacket off, she stopped running her hands over his arms and chest. Prior to that--when he had the velvet on, she couldn't stop touching him (in a non-pervy way, people!).
my mind just went to a dirty place, but that's not what I meant.)
*arches eyebrow* Whatever you say, jvgymnast ;)
Bad mind, dirty, dirty, dirty...
Oh my....I'd not even thought of that context! And now I'm blushing, and, well...I'll never look at that particular exchange in quite the same way ever again. :o)
I think she likes taking him out of it more...
And who can blame her?
Whew! Very steamy way to start my day!
Happy Thursday!
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When Peter moved down to London to live with Rose, he brought his bedroom furniture with him. Because Rose has a one-bedroom flat (and a small-ish one at that), and because Peter's keeping the house for a variety of reasons, they simply swapped out furniture. The antiques went to London, the high-quality Ikea stuff went to Kendal. I had planned to play with that a bit more, but got a bit, ah, distracted writing other things.
My bad.
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Once again, I have to wonder--and marvel--at how you manage to function on zero sleep. I'd be a quivering, weeping wreck, pulled off the side of the Dulles Toll Road.
Imagine my squee at seeing the notification in my inbox that you'd posted
I did tell you something would be posting today... ;)
The Hot Stuff Litany
So...you're saying you liked it, then?
*g*
Just wait 'til next week.
*hands you solid gold star fountain pen with red velvet trim*
Oooh! I shall name it...Hot Stuff! *runs off to find red ink*
Oh, p.s., and when he says "C'mere" like that?
Some brilliant soul, in one of the comments last week, suggested that while the sweet, endearing lovemaking was all well and good, a bit of rough sex wouldn't go amiss. How could I refuse a challenge like that? I still think this is relatively sweet, for being rough; one of these days, I'll find the guts to post something really rough and hard and, well...yeah.
;)
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*smug*
LJ's living, breathing, coherent population will be decimated?
Ah...that's not quite where I was going. I don't want to *kill* people--at least, not the people I like....
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A fairly young crowd then?
The champagne had flowed freely, with the result that several of the guests felt relaxed enough to throw off their inhibitions and party like it was 1999.
So no black market issues like with whiskey?
He had noticed Mickey was the only one who had laughed when Rose shouted it.
What, you mean there was no ZOMGY2K freakout in the PW?
She’d not let him off the dance floor after that, and he’d had to shed the heavy velvet of his coat before he expired of heat.
Especially if he was wearing the matching waistcoat that DT seems to have to go with at least some of his velvet suits. Yikes!
Good for outdoor weddings on chilly days, I'd imagine.
He’d not missed the fact that Rose stopped running her hands along his arm, or across his chest, once the jacket was gone, and he felt a sense of triumph; she liked the suit whether she’d admit it or not.The Velveteen Peter! (yes, I ( ... )
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Oh yes, definitely. The older bunch would have been invited as a courtesy, but probably would have fled at the earliest possible moment.
So no black market issues like with whiskey?
Nope. Champers is above-board.
What, you mean there was no ZOMGY2K freakout in the PW?
For that specific reference, no Prince.
Especially if he was wearing the matching waistcoat that DT seems to have to go with at least some of his velvet suits.
Alas, I'd not thought of the waistcoat. Heck, he didn't even have a tie on until the very last second before I sent it to EGT...after I looked at, ah, "reference" photos.
The Velveteen Peter! (yes, I maded you another icon)
SQUEE!
*dies*
Is Peter the standard designated driver, partly attributable to some of the control issues we've discussed previously.He is the standard DD, but not because of control issues. I just think it's a function of age and maturity. He'll have a drink or two...he's just not at a point in his life where he goes crazy. Not to say Rose is a lush--it ( ... )
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*dies*
Glad you like! Not that I'm wishing scarlet fever on anyone in the story, mind. Well, except maybe Loreen.
PS - The name of the typeface used for 'Velveteen'? Afternoon Delight.
Not to say Rose is a lush--it's just kind of how their arrangement worked out.
Are we ever going to see when the converse is the case?
I do wonder, though, how the suit holds up with the velvet bottom. I mean, that's got to leave some kind of weird patterns...
What, Rose's handprints all over the seat of his trousers? XD
Dry cleaners that do regular work with formalwear can restore the nap of velvet.
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Heh.
Are we ever going to see when the converse is the case?
I'm... a quarter of a way through a fic involving that very thing.
Dry cleaners that do regular work with formalwear can restore the nap of velvet.
Heh. A line that was in the first blush of this, then got deleted, was Peter making a crack about needed to visit the dry cleaners. ;)
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