puppy love } { of finals and next steps

[wildkingdom]

Malia: I hate math.

Liam: Same here. Not like we're going to use any of this after school.

Malia: [wrinkles her nose] And it's always so complicated.

Liam: We should be allowed to use a calculator. Phone always have calculators in them and I can download a stupid app to do all this for me, so why can't we just do it like we would in real life if I ever needed to figure out a cosign?

Malia: Because that's not the point of the class?

Liam: Yeah, but it's not like I wanted to take this. They make me take it.

Malia: [she shrugs] All part of having a well-rounded education.

Liam: Still, math sucks.

Malia: Agreed.

Liam: [and they can talk math some more, and then his stomach is going to growl] I'm gonna grab something from the food court. Want anything?

Malia: Yes, I'm starving. [And she'll get up because she does not want to sit here studying] I'll go with you.

Liam: Alright. [and he will get orders from the rest of the group who stays behind to watch his stuff, and they can head off] So I keep meaning to say hi and catch up since you dropped my drunk ass off at the lacrosse house.

Malia: So what stopped you?

Liam: The fact I'm an airhead, for the most part. Though I usually also have a class on the other side of campus right after math.

Malia: So what, you're basically running a fifty meter dash getting from one place to another?

Liam: Pretty much. Which is so much fun at ten o'clock in the morning.

Malia: [she laughs] It's not too bad. You just gotta know the right shortcuts.

Liam: I'm still working on that. Kinda hard though when you're so short people literally don't see you until they are in your path.

Malia: I've never really had that problem. [says the 5'8" amazon who basically forces people out of her way]

Liam: You're four inches taller than me. Those inches matter.

Malia: [shrugs] Whatever you say.

Liam: [which totally is shown as they head towards the food court and someone walks directly in front of Liam, but smiles at Malia. Liam's reflexes are the only thing that saves him from colliding with the guy]

Malia: [and she sees that, and frowns] That was rude.

Liam: [sighs, and goes to hold the door open for Malia] Welcome to my life.

Malia: [continues to stare after the asshole before shaking her head and making her way inside] People are such jerks sometimes.

Liam: Yeah, they are. Especially in this city. I guess because it's a big town and people are focused on themselves more than the community.

Malia: I guess. [and she'll head towards whatever burger place is there to load up on food for herself and whoever else wanted burgers]

Liam: [and he will be hitting up the sub line for the sandwiches]

Malia: [and because she's Malia and gossip never dies in college, Liam may return to find her in a stand off with one of the two coeds that she kicked out of Derek's apartment way back when, because guess who heard he's back and started talking shit]

Liam: [which he will, confused AF but after a minute he will tilt his head at the girl and be like] Wait, aren't you the chick who laid out naked on the beerpong table at the lacrosse house after opening weekend?

Girl 1: [and she glanced over at him, massively offended] Oh my God, no!

Malia: [glances back to him and frowns] What?

Liam: Yeah, yeah it was you. You've got that tattoo on your thigh in the shape of a gecko. [grins]

Girl: [indignant huff] Fuck you.

Liam: It isn't nice when you're on the other side of the gossip now, is it? So, I could tell Malia about what happened after that and even give her the photos of it the upperclassmen printed out and put in the bathroom... or maybe you could stop talking shit about her cousin and it can just be our little secret. [smirks]

Malia: Wait, that's not cool. [she hates the girl and even she knows that REVENGE PORN BAD]

Girl: [honestly surprised, but not, at the same time] Also, he deserves to be dragged, and I'm not sorry about it.

Liam: Are you sorry about sleeping with her cousin?

Girl: No. But that doesn't mean I deserve to be treated like shit, and he still owes me a fucking apology.

Liam: Then since you know he's on campus, why don't you just go talk to him instead of badmouthing him to the entire campus and stop treating him like shit and instead like how you'd want to be treated in the first place? If you want that kind of respect, you gotta give it too.

Girl: [rolls her eyes] You're not even part of this.

Liam: Doesn't make me any less right.

Girl: No, it makes you an asshole, and you should move your short ass along. This was between me and her. [points to Malia, before turning to walk away] And now it's done.

Liam: [shakes his head] I hate girls like that.

Malia: Me too. [looks at him] You shouldn't threaten her with pictures like that though. That's super douchey.

Liam: I know. I wouldn't actually do it though. I actually am the guy who tears them down at the house. But some people don't know when to back off.

Malia: It's so dumb. She's been complaining about him for months now.

Liam: Well, to be fair your cousin probably should have nipped it in the butt himself. It's also on him to treat her how he'd want to be treated. But two wrongs never make a right.

Malia: He hasn't been here to nip it in the bud. He's been in Turkey.

Liam: Well I didn't know that. [shrugs] I mean, he had to expect then there would be fallout. He knew that right?

Malia: He wasn't exactly in a great place. I mean, he basically fled the country.

Liam: But he's back?

Malia: Yeah.

Liam: She's still hurt. It'll probably save his reputation if he at least apologizes. But that's just my opinion.

Malia: He'll have to apologize to both of them

Liam: Yup.

Malia: I don't think it'll save me from being hated by them though.

Liam: Do you want them to like you?

Malia: No. But that doesn't seem to prevent her from talking to me.

Liam: Hopefully when your cousin apologizes, she'll just leave you alone. [pays for the food]

Malia: [she shrugs]

Liam: We should probably be getting back.

Malia: [she nods, before dryly] Yay, more math.

Liam: Unless you want to go another round with her? [smiles]

Malia: [snorts] No.

Liam: [and he's quiet a bit on the way back, then stops] Um, So uh, yeah I don't normally get all talkative like that. I just don't like seeing people get bullied.

Malia: I wouldn't call that bullying.

Liam: Spreading false rumors about someone when he can't defend them is harassment.

Malia: They're not false.

Liam: Oh.

Malia: Derek screwed up, he freaked out, and asked me to go check out his place after the fact. He wasn't expecting them to still be there, but if they were, he wanted me to get them to leave. So I did.

Liam: [nods] Okay then. But still, I just... yeah, whatever. [he felt the need to explain why he stepped into the argument, but he wasn't sure the explanation fit anymore]

Malia: [shrugs] At least they weren't his students. That would have been a real shit show.

Liam: At least there is that. He'd probably lose his job for that.

Malia: [she nods] Yeah, probably.

Liam: [and he'll just fall silent as they head back]

Malia: [and they'll eat food and go back to talking about math and Malia will eat an impressive amount of food]

Liam: [and he will just pick at his food, feeling a lot of awkward until it's time to break up for the night]

Malia: [and she will pack up and get ready to head back towards the door, but she'll wait until the rest of the group has dissipated before going:] Why are you being weird?

Liam: [he shrugs] Just, felt awkward after everything.

Malia: Why?

Liam: I should have just kept my mouth shut. I keep hearing it play over and over in my head and it sucks.

Malia: [she shrugs] Well, it happened. You can't do anything about it now.

Liam: No, but my mind will just keep chasing it down. My brain sucks sometimes.

Malia: Oh. [she gets brains sucking] Anything I can do to help?

Liam: I wish. [laughs] But I'm sorry about all that. I just wanted to help.

Malia: I know. I'm not mad.

Liam: So we're cool?

Malia: Yeah. We never weren't.

Liam: Cool. [he shifts his backpack a bit] Good luck on the final tomorrow.

Malia: You too. [And with that, home she goes to pass out]

Liam: [and he is going to get horrible sleep because his brain just spirals for awhile. Which is why he walks into the test with a venti coffee and a red bull]

Malia: [and she's just sitting at her desk, nervously tapping her pencil against the top of it]

Liam: [and he's going to open the red bull and the coffee, looking like he's going to pour one into the other]

Malia: [eyes that] That does not seem safe.

Liam: No, it probably isn't but it will keep me awake.

Malia: Don't die.

Liam: Will do. [and he's not going to pour one into the other, but will down the red bull, then start on the coffee and sip on it during the test]

Malia: [good boy. and the professor will arrive and the test will start and math really sucks]

Liam: [totally sucks. like major suckage all around]

Malia: [and she'll finish it off and hopefully at least get a C]

Liam: [that's his goal too. and when he's done and leaves, he is going to be wired and bouncy]

Malia: [and she'll look over at him and shake her head] You've had way too much caffeine.

Liam: Yes, yes I have. And now I need to work it all off so I may just run around all of DC.

Malia: Really?

Liam: Well, maybe just around campus. I'm still human after all. I'll probably die trying to run around DC.

Malia: Well ... have fun with that.

Liam: You got plans for the summer?

Malia: Other than babysitting my little cousins? Not really. Landon might be going on tour, so I'll probably be bored.

Liam: If Landon goes on tour, pretty sure Mason is going to be taking roadtrips. He's crushing big time on him.

Malia: Landon would not complain. He's not going that far but he managed to get a gig in New York in August so he booked a bunch of smaller ones in June and July to make it feel like a tour.

Liam: Well, if I end up being dragged along on an unintended road trip, want me to text you so you can go visit him? There'll be room in the car.

Malia: [she shakes her head] I can't go. I would be going if I could.

Liam: Not even for like, a long weekend?

Malia: [she shrugs] Maybe at one of the closer shows, but I have this thing at certain times of the month that I need to be home for.

Liam: Oh. Well, I'll still text and if you can't, I'll send you pictures. [since they exchanged numbers back when setting up study groups]

Malia: [nods a bit] Sure. That'd be good.

Liam: Cool. And if you're ever bored, let me know.

Malia: I will. Otherwise, see you in the fall?

Liam: See you in the fall. [and he's going to just head off jogging to work off that energy]

Malia: [and she's going to head back to her dorm to finish packing because that was her last final and her dad is probably coming to help move her out later]

Peter: [of course he is, because Malia is totally the #1 priority in his life. He will even bring her a cupcake for surviving year 1]

Malia: Oooh. [and she will take that with a grin, swiping it with her tongue as she licks off some of the icing] Thanks.

Peter: You're welcome. How did the math test go?

Malia: [makes a face] It was math. Pretty sure I at least passed though.

Peter: And it is behind you, and the requirement is satisfied so you can focus on classes you like better.

Malia: I hope so. [and she perches on the edge of the bed so she can eat her cupcake] The classes I picked for next semester seem pretty good.

Peter: That's good. [and he will go to start taking apart something to pack up]

Malia: Still busy with work stuff?

Peter: I have a few days off to be able to spend time with my daughter.

Malia: Good.

Peter: So how much do you have left to pack up?

Malia: [she shakes her head] Not much. Most of it is packed already, I just have to get together the stuff I was using to study.

Peter: Well, I'll start to get this down to the car and we should be able to beat rush hour traffic home.

Malia: Sounds good. I'll finish this and then I'll help.

Peter: [and between both their efficiency, they will be done quickly] Do you want to drive?

Malia: Nope. [and she will plant herself in the passenger's seat. she just finished school, she's not restressing herself out by getting behind the wheel]

Peter: Alright. [and off they go to duel with the beltway] So is there anything you want to do this summer?

Malia: I might go up a couple weekends to see Landon's shows?

Peter: I think that would be good for you to do. If you two want to take a vacation too, I can fund it for you.

Malia: [she shrug] He's going to be pretty busy. I have those dance classes I'm teaching and hanging out with Ben and Baal.

Peter: Okay. Just remember you can ask for it if you want it.

Malia: I know.

Peter: [and he licks his lips a bit] I did want to tell you that I have been spending some evenings with Freya. You remember her, right?

Malia: Hope's aunt.

Peter: Yes. Well, she and I have become friends. I’ve been helping her fix up a house she has that’s in disrepair.

Malia: Okay. [there's a bit of a strange look at that] Isn't making friends a good thing?

Peter: Of course making friends is a good thing.

Malia: Then why do you sound like you're trying to break bad news to me.

Peter: Because you know your aunt Laura and her desire to create fantasy worlds around our lives out of her own boredom?

Malia: Huh?

Peter: Laura likes to make more out of things.

Malia: Oh. Is she?

Peter: I don't know.

Malia: Do you like Freya more than just friends?

Peter: That I also don't know.

Malia: Then a - Laura isn't making something out of nothing, if she is, because the ambiguity suggests that there's at least a little bit of something and b - you should probably figure that out. [some of Peter did actually rub off on her. he would likely be so proud if she wasn't using it against him]

Peter: I just don't know if I want to find out.

Malia: Why not?

Peter: It would complicate a lot of things.

Malia: Like what?

Peter: The Mikaelsons brothers do not tend to like the men their sisters date.

Malia: Two of them are currently in a coma and one of them is being held prisoner far, far away. If you and Freya are together by the time they get back, they can't intimidate you away.

Peter: [he doesn't believe that. or that they wouldn't take Freya away and she would leave] It just isn't a strategic goal.

Malia: [and there's an eye roll she definitely got from her father] If you keep waiting for a strategic advantage, you're never going to get laid.

Peter: [looks at his daughter with a raised eyebrow] Excuse me?

Malia: [sighs as she looks up from her phone] Okay, first of all, Freya may have a lot of brothers, but she's also her own person and also if what I've heard is right, Freya is a - older than them, and b - hasn't been around long enough for them to be super overprotective of her. Also, Matt Donovan is still alive and apparently, he dated Rebekah for a while, so the idea that all their boyfriends are dead is a strawman's argument. Secondly, if you're so worried about them, you might be missing the fact that Freya might actually like you and you could have something good, but you're too chicken to actually take a chance on that. [she glances over to him] You're always happy when you come back from seeing her. When you're not around here, you're not.

Peter: [and he will just sigh, because he has other things he worries about]

Malia: [she knows] You make things too complicated.

Peter: I am fully aware of that

Malia: Well, this is one thing that's not complicated. This isn't a chess match, it's ... a dance.

Peter: You're the dancer in the family, not me.

Malia: That doesn't mean you can't. [she straightens a bit] There's two components to a dance. She's not the kind of dancer who's going to let you lead all the time, so there'll be moments where you have to trust her enough to let her. But you also have to be strong enough that she'll trust you if you lead. Does she trust you?

Peter: [he thought, and the idea that he was able to enter her home let him know the answer] Yes.

Malia: Do you trust her?

Peter: [he thinks again, because Peter tends to not trust anyone. But Freya had taken care of his daughter, and him, without any prompting or want for return. And he spent time with her because he felt comfortable around her, which was rare] I think so.

Malia: Then all you need is one of you to offer the hand.

Peter: [sighs] I don't even remember the last time I did this.

Malia: And who's fault is that? [her tone is dry but teasing, she doesn't mean any harm by it]

Peter: If I could remember, I would tell you.

Malia: It doesn't really matter when the last time was. Every time is different anyway.

Peter: Should I be asking about how many relationships you've been in this year?

Malia: None.

Peter: [nods] I will think about it then. [as he has for awhile]

Malia: Good.

Peter: [and he is going to reach over to turn on the music]

Malia: [and she will go back to her phone]

Peter: [and eventually they will be home]

Malia: [and she will haul her stuff back into her room to store for the summer]

Peter: [and he will help her, and then look at his watch] I'm going to go and take a walk. I'll be back by dinner. [which is pretty much that he was going to Freya's]

Malia: Cool. I'll let Laura know.

Peter: Call if you need me. [and it won't take him long to get to Freya's place, and he will stop to listen for her heartbeat and see if she is home]

Freya: [she is! there also may be the accompanying smell of popcorn and the muffled voices of Moana because Freya loves cartoons and she could get it on her computer]

Peter: [and since there is no second heartbeat for Hope, he won't think he's intruding as he walks into the room.] Having fun?

Freya: [she glances up and she smiles] I am. [and she lifts up the bowl of popcorn] Care to join me?

Peter: Sure. Ben hasn't asked to watch this one in awhile. He's more into Big Hero 6. [and he will take a spot on the couch next to her]

Freya: This is my first time watching it. I have a great deal to catch up on when it comes to Disney.

Peter: Then I won't interrupt further. [he will, however, take a handful of popcorn.]

Freya: [have all the popcorn you want, so long as you don't mind her settling against him more comfortably as they watch]

Peter: [he doesn't, and she may notice he's a bit easier with her doing it by now. His own arm will gently settle over her shoulder to let her get closer and more comfortable]

Freya: [which pleases her, as she enjoys his company quite a bit]

Peter: [and he will chuckle at every single antic of that stupid chicken]

Freya: [while she laughs out loud because it really is a precious animal, even if it's not meant for survival]

Peter: [and he will smile more, because he likes the sound of her laughter]

Freya: [she doesn't do it a lot because her life his awful. and she might even get a little emotional at the scene with Moana and her grandmother's spirit because things no one has said to her ever]

Peter: [and he will feel the change in her scent, and he will just gently squeeze her, keeping her close]

Freya: [and she will glance up at him at that, before swallowing hard and turning her attention back to the movie]

Peter: [and his hand will rub along her arm gently, reassuringly as he watches her more than he is watching the movie]

Freya: [and there's more complicated emotions when it's revealed that Te Ka is actually Te Fiti but eventually the movie is over and she glances away, one hand coming up to brush against her cheek] That was good.

Peter: It is. It's a very powerful movie.

Freya: I'm still getting used to how powerful, sometimes. When I was watching movies in 1914, they were little nickelodeons with simpler stories.

Peter: Disney manages to walk this balance of entertainment, education, and emotion that not many movie companies can hold a match to.

Freya: So I'm learning. Here I thought it would be more of an escape.

Peter: After the first viewing it can be. You just need to get that first absorption in to have that escape.

Freya: I'll have to keep that in mind for next time.

Peter: [he chuckled, shifting because he had spent over an hour in the same position] You will have to bring Hope one day to our home when Ben is at the Hale House and we can all watch Big Hero 6. that one is amusing.

Freya: I'm sure she would love that. [and honestly, she's touched that he would trust her enough to bring her home]

Peter: [she saved his daughter's life. Of course he does] Perhaps while they are out for the summer, if you are not traveling to New Orleans, I can kidnap Ben and Baal and bring them here for playdates with Hope while Hayley is at work.

Freya: As far as I know, we are not going to New Orleans. I know that Hayley is in the process of ... negotiating some things, but personally, I'd rather never set foot in that city again, unless it's going to retrieve my brother.

Peter: [well that makes him pleased] It would be a shame with all the work done on the house.

Freya: [smiles softly at that] I would hate for all your hard work to go to waste.

Peter: It is also a much further walk to be able to make sure you are eating well.

Freya: In the end, our staying here is easier for everyone.

Peter: I will admit that I am glad to hear that.

Freya: Good. I'm glad.

Peter: [the words from people having talked at him about Freya were starting to make their way back into the back of his head, and he took a deep breath] Though.... I was wanting to ask... if you are staying... [for the first time he can't find the right, the elegant words he needed to express the question in his head]

Freya: [her head tips to the side for a moment, curious where this is going] Yes?

Peter: [another pause] Freya, I enjoy our time together a lot. And I know you do too because otherwise you would have more than enough power to keep me far from here. But I was curious if there is more here than I am letting myself see.

Freya: [her head tips to the side curiously for a moment, and while she can't say she doesn't reciprocate his feelings, he doesn't get out of the hard question that easily] What are you asking me, Peter?

Peter: I... [deep breath] I haven't done this in a long time, and I'm not good at speaking about my feelings.

Freya: I'm not exactly experienced either. [it seems strange, given how long she's lived, but she's only had one significant relationship in her life, and that was over six hundred years ago] I'm listening, though.

Peter: Would you be interested in perhaps exploring the idea of being... more than just what we are currently?

Freya: [considers and nods] I would, if you are.

Peter: I am.

Freya: Then we are on the same page.

Peter: That we are. [and he will smile]

Freya: [smiles back as she shifts closer] So ... would you like to stay?

Peter: I would. I just need to text my daughter to let her know I will miss dinner.

Freya: Okay.

Peter: But first, i think there's something long overdue between us. [and his hand will cup her cheek as he leans in to kiss her]

Freya: [... oh that's very nice. Freya leans in to the kiss easily, moving one hand to his shoulder to steady herself]

Peter: [and he will deepen the kiss once she's kissing him back, his fingers threading now through her hair to kep her nice and close]

Freya: [and she is more than happy to stay close, inching forward a little bit more, before moving to slide into his lap]

Peter: [and he will text Malia later. When he isn't kissing Freya and having her in his lap]

Freya: [good. because she might be a little insulted if you were distracted now]

Peter: [no, Peter is laser focused on her at the moment.]

Freya: [good. very good. because she is doing the same, leaning in against him and sliding her fingers through his hair]

Peter: [and he is going to be good with the making out, his fingers just lightly touching her sides and running along her back as they kiss, and he will lose all track of time]

Freya: [she is good with that too. she would actually be good with more, but she doesn't want to rush him]

Peter: [he would be good with more but he is unprepared and his body is also going to start getting ins and needles from not moving after awhile, and he will reluctantly pull back from her lips]

Freya: [sighs, disappointed as he pulls back] Something wrong?

Peter: I need to text my daughter before she comes to look for me. And I need to stretch before I'm unable to move.

Freya: [sighs again, but will slide back off onto the couch and give him room to move]

Peter: [and he gets up and she will hear his spine pop a few times as he straightens it out. He pulls out his phone and laughs] I believe we may have lost some time. [and he will see it's already seven and show her the phone screen]

Freya: [smirks a bit] But it was a good way to waste it.

Peter: I concur. [and he's texting Malia that he got hung up and will miss dinner]

Malia: [And he will get an "okay" back]

Peter: [and he will smile] Do you wish for something to eat?

Freya: I should probably eat something more than popcorn, but I don't think I have anything here.

Peter: I can run out and get us something.

Freya: That would be lovely.

Peter: We will have to take your car. I tend to walk here.

Freya: [she nods as she goes to get her keys] Then let's go.

Peter: [and off they go for food]

Freya: [which doesn't take long, Freya has simple tastes]

Peter: [he's the complicated one. But he can do simple when he has to.]

Freya: [well, hopefully he can pick up some other things so they can resume what they were doing earlier]

Peter: [he will do that for sure. Along with dessert. Because they will need dessert]

Freya: [yes, good. so they're all prepared to stay the night]

Peter: [yup. though Peter will probably take it slow because, again, it's been so long. So very, very long]

Freya: [that's okay. She's very good with slow. She'll enjoy dinner and dessert, and eventually distract him with more kissing probably in a doorway to one room or another]

Peter: [he is easily distracted by kisses, but will take awhile until he's comfortable enough to let his hands slide under her shirt to touch her flesh]

Freya: [yep, but she's more than willing to pull her shirt off over her head so that he doesn't have to worry about that barrier so much]

Peter: [feeling that her removing the shirt is permission, his exploring will expand to eventually cupping her breast as he kisses her, kneading it firmly]

Freya: [and there will be a soft moan at the feeling of his hands against her, before she moves to tug at his shirt]

Peter: [and he will stiffen a bit, because while he has focused on his face, neck and hands with the creme, his chest and leg were areas he hadn't treated as much]

Freya: [she senses that and pulls back] I know you care, Peter, and I don't mean to belittle that. But I don't.

Peter: I know. It is just not something I let others look at, even my own family.

Freya: [she nods, before releasing the fabric] Then I don't have to.

Peter: [he closed his eyes] My chest is the worse area of the burns.

Freya: [she pauses for a moment, before one hand comes up to brush against his cheek] Our scars are part of us, whether we like them or not. I chose you because of them, not in spite of them.

Peter: [he nodded, leaning into her cheek a moment] Just be gentle.

Freya: [she nods] I will. [and she'll lean in to kiss him again, abandoning the shirt for now]

Peter: [good, distract him so he stops thinking about the scars and focusing on her again]

Freya: [yes, that's a much better thing to focus on, and she will gently tug him towards her bedroom, or at least passes for one. it's more a cot and some assorted furniture, but it'll work for their purposes]

Peter: [for now, but he will probably insist on getting her a mattress soon because cots are worse than twin beds]

Freya: [she was working up to it. They can use the dresser for now if you want]

Peter: [no, the cot works but he will sit next to her to kiss her since there is no room to lay with her]

Freya: [and she will shift back onto the cot, leaning on her knees so that they can balance better]

Peter: [and soon his hands are going to work on trying to get her free from her bra]

Freya: [which she will help him do, tossing it down to the floor]

Peter: [and once her breasts are free, Peter will massage them again before leaning his head down and gently kissing along the top of the breast]

Freya: [and she will tip her head back as she enjoys it, sliding her fingers through his hair]

Peter: [and he will soon start to feel too warm, and he will work to unbutton his shirt to with one hand]

Freya: [and one hand will move to help him, careful not to brush his skin, but still wanting to feel that skin against her hands]

Peter: [and as he shrugs out of the shirt, he will kiss her lips, sliding closer]

Freya: [and she will slide her arms around his neck and pull him in, starting to lean back slowly so he can move above her]

Peter: [and he will follow her down, kissing along her jaw as his hands go to work on her pants]

Freya: [and she will do the same, the anticipation building and after a very long time of no connections, she's desperate to feel one with him]

Peter: [and it won't take long because when his shirt is off and she isn't making anything of it, he will be less worried about taking his pants off and she would feel that he as more than ready to do that with her]

Freya: [yes good. She might even be using some of her magic to not keep it from being painful and distracting from the moment]

Peter: [well, he's going to at least give her some foreplay to try and make sure she is ready for him. He's not a virgin, after all, and knows what to do in that regards]

Freya: [well, that's good at least because foreplay is both important and fun]

Peter: [and he has nice, long fingers that enjoy exploring]

Freya: [yes. those are good fingers. please continue to use them as you see fit, Peter]

Peter: [oh, he will, probably will sucking on her breast]

Freya: [and that will get lots of lovely noises out of her, arching into the press of his lips]

Peter: [and when she is nice and ready and he can't wait any longer himself, he will get a condom on and gently press himself in]

Freya: [and then there are even more pleased noises, her legs curling around his to keep him close]

Peter: [since it's been awhile for both of them, he will take it slow and let them find how their bodies worked with each other]

Freya: [she's good with that, giving her hands a chance to roam gently over his skin and get used to the feeling of him above her]

Peter: [and he will be kissing her as they keep going, his hands going between supporting himself and massaging her breasts]

Freya: [and her hips will work up to meet his, her moans turning a slightly higher pitch as she gets closer to the edge]

Peter: [and he will speed up a bit, his hand sliding between them to rub at her nub]

Freya: [and her hips will try to keep up, but as it has been a while for her too, it doesn't really take much for her to tense up and fall over the edge]

Peter: [and he isn't far behind her, and he is sweaty and shaking a bit as he comes down from it]

Freya: [and she drops back against the cot with a sigh, trailing her fingers against his back]

Peter: [and he will settle down after a moment, kissing along her neck] Are you okay?

Freya: [she hums softly and nods her agreement, because yes, she is very, very good] You?

Peter: Very much so.

Freya: Good.

Peter: [kisses her gently] However, if we are to do this again, we are getting you a real bed.

Freya: [she laughs] I hadn't required one prior to now.

Peter: I know, but I'm worried if we were more energetic in this we would have flipped the cot

Freya: [she nods] Though being as old as I am, I have had sex on worse.

Peter: Well, I tend to be a bit more privileged than that.

Freya: Lucky you, to have matured in the era of comfortable mattresses and doors.

Peter: Well, I'm also a werewolf and have spent many a night sleeping on a stone floor or out in the forest.

Freya: That is true.

Peter: You are lucky that I do enjoy spoiling you.

Freya: [she laughs] Well, you never know. I might not mind.

Peter: You may come to like it after awhile, but if I go too far please just let me know.

Freya: I will.

Peter: [and he will just go and kiss her again, smiling against her lips]

Freya: [and she kisses him back, settling into the cot more]

Peter: [and only when it starts to get late, Peter will sigh and pull back] I should probably go.

Freya: [sighs softly] If you must.

Peter: I will come back tomorrow when my daughter doesn't require my attention. [and he will kiss her] But first, may I borrow your shower?

Freya: [kisses him back and nods] Of course.

Peter: [and he is going to gather his clothing and go shower, hoping the smell from the shower would also dilute the scent residue on the clothing]

Freya: [and she will get dressed into something more comfortable for sleep]

Peter: [and he will come back to give her a kiss goodbye, not wanting to leave but also not wanting to have a pack of werewolves come hunting for him.] I'll see you tomorrow

Freya: [she nods] See you tomorrow.

Peter: [and he will leave and rush home]

Malia: [to the place where NO ONE WOULD HAVE CARED IF YOU STAYED, PETER]

Peter: [HE HAS APPEARANCES TO KEEP OKAY?!]

Malia: [UH-HUH, SURE.]

Peter: [but he is going to go to his room and change into other clothing if no one stops him]

Malia: [nope, it's mostly just "oh you're back."]

Peter: [good.]