uh, I tripped and did more WC fic?
Sep. 19th, 2010 09:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelThis is kind of jmtorres' fault.
It, er. Is in the same universe as the last one, set before the last one actually, and, er, yeah.
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Peter rehearses what he's going to say, over and over in his head, until it's elegant and eloquent and perfect and --
"Hey, you," El says when she answers.
--and completely gone at the sound of her voice. Whoosh. "Uh," he says. "Um. Hey."
She gives a theatrical sigh. "Okay, Peter, I know that tone of voice."
Shit, he thinks, shit shit shit, but he can't not tell her, so he says "Um" again, and then, "You know that look-but-don't-touch thing?"
"Of course," she says, and of course, because it was her idea in the first place, and Peter scrubs at his face.
"Last night, uh," he says, "I went to this place. You know. Just to look."
"Lemme guess," she says, but at least she sounds amused, not angry, at least not yet. "There was touching?"
Touching, and kissing, and sucking, and-- Peter forces himself to concentrate on the present. On the phone call he is having *right now*. With his *wife*. He takes a deep breath, and then says, all in a rush, "I-sort-of-accidentally-might-have-had-sex," and then "with-a-guy," and then, because El hasn't said anything, "look, I really didn't mean for it to go -- anywhere, really, I swear it was an accident, I know I screwed up, this will never happen again, I *promise*--"
"Why not?"
"-and I will -- uh -- huh?"
"Peter," she says, and she's actually *laughing*. "Is it serious?"
"Nah. It was just one time," he says, which isn't quite true, so he backtracks to "well, one *night*, anyway." Then: "I really *do* love you--"
"I know. Go have fun. Just ... maybe you could tell me about it when you get back," and oh, there's that wonderfully wicked tone to her voice that Peter loves.
"Um," he says eloquently.
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jmtorres' fault.It, er. Is in the same universe as the last one, set before the last one actually, and, er, yeah.
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Peter rehearses what he's going to say, over and over in his head, until it's elegant and eloquent and perfect and --
"Hey, you," El says when she answers.
--and completely gone at the sound of her voice. Whoosh. "Uh," he says. "Um. Hey."
She gives a theatrical sigh. "Okay, Peter, I know that tone of voice."
Shit, he thinks, shit shit shit, but he can't not tell her, so he says "Um" again, and then, "You know that look-but-don't-touch thing?"
"Of course," she says, and of course, because it was her idea in the first place, and Peter scrubs at his face.
"Last night, uh," he says, "I went to this place. You know. Just to look."
"Lemme guess," she says, but at least she sounds amused, not angry, at least not yet. "There was touching?"
Touching, and kissing, and sucking, and-- Peter forces himself to concentrate on the present. On the phone call he is having *right now*. With his *wife*. He takes a deep breath, and then says, all in a rush, "I-sort-of-accidentally-might-have-had-sex," and then "with-a-guy," and then, because El hasn't said anything, "look, I really didn't mean for it to go -- anywhere, really, I swear it was an accident, I know I screwed up, this will never happen again, I *promise*--"
"Why not?"
"-and I will -- uh -- huh?"
"Peter," she says, and she's actually *laughing*. "Is it serious?"
"Nah. It was just one time," he says, which isn't quite true, so he backtracks to "well, one *night*, anyway." Then: "I really *do* love you--"
"I know. Go have fun. Just ... maybe you could tell me about it when you get back," and oh, there's that wonderfully wicked tone to her voice that Peter loves.
"Um," he says eloquently.
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Date: 2010-09-20 08:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 03:28 am (UTC)Part that killed me the most:
"Nah. It was just one time," he says, which isn't quite true, so he backtracks to "well, one *night*, anyway."