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[joulupuuro]

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• Rating: PG-13
• Pairing: Peter/Mrs. Bennet
• Disclaimer: Not mine, not making money.
• Summary: Sandra thought of a lot of things. But this was one that never had crossed her mind.
• A/N: Should be reading for a stupid exam geography, but an inspiration struck me out of nowhere and this happened. Oh, and first time poster.

A woman in her age doesn’t have the needs of a woman half of her age anymore. Her thoughts are about her daughter, her son, her dog, new decorations and the newly signed divorce paper she gave to her lawyer two hours ago.

She thinks about what colour would fit to the walls of her bedroom. Sky blue or maybe lime yellow. She really needs a change. The coulour they are now is ugly.

She hadn’t had sex in what... eight... nine or so years, and she rarely thought of it. Maybe when she was watching a sex scene from her favourite tv -show or when she happened to find one of her sons Playboy magazines. Maybe then.

The ceiling in the kitchen needs a new colour or a re-paint at least. She really should buy a softer kitchen table. This one is killing her back. Maybe new flagstones also.

Why in the world is she thinking of newly decorating her kitchen when she should be thinking about him. About the thing he’s doing. God, it feels good. Him. Nibbling her neck. Why didn’t her ex-husband do that?

He is fast. Maybe too fast. And rough too. Not all sweet and loving like her ex-husband, when was it? 1999? Oh, who cares.

He comes with a loud moan and something between a grunt and a sob. She was finished long time ago. Well, not that long but taken the moment, it was long. He took his time.

She watches him dressing his clothes back on. The ones she took off.

She thinks how toned up his body is, how the blue t-shirt distinctly accentuated his biceps, and how beautiful and handsome he looked in her kitchen.

“Same time tomorrow?” Peter asks, holding out her t-shirt.

Sandra takes it and nods. “Of course.”

She had thought of getting and buying lots of things in her life, but a boytoy was one, that hadn’t crossed her mind.