Peter & Mariska: The One Shots [A Collection]

Dancing

Hi!

I'm here with a little one shot for you guys. It's just short and fluffy; little Petska dancing to Brian McKnight's Crazy Love. That's all I got!

Enjoy :)

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The fire crackled softly. R&B songs were playing from the Bluetooth speaker. The television was off. A half empty bottle of wine was on the table and the two half empty wine glasses were on the table.

And the loved up couple on the sofa were taking full advantage of the fact that their kids were in the movie room watching a movie, thus granting them this time to be alone. They both had made a mental note to thank their eldest son August for the suggestion. With him being older and understanding the importance of their parents spending time together, he often took charge of his younger siblings so his parents could have a little date night, even if that date night was right here at the other end of their vast Hamptons home.

It was Peter who pulled away from their little make out session first, and he gave a dazzling smile to his sweet Mariska, as he often referred to her as. Nineteen years together and sixteen years of marriage, and though the flame didn't burn quite as bright as it did in the beginning, it was still very much there. They were still in love, still attracted to each other, and still loved to make out with one another.

"Your kisses still bring a man to his knees..." he groaned a little, his hands tugging until he had effortlessly pulled her onto his lap; "We've been together nineteen years and your kisses still drive me crazy."

Mariska laughed, tilting her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck; "So you still love my kisses, hmm?" She leaned in and placed a couple soft kisses to his cheek, before trailing her soft lips down his neck until she reached throbbing vein. She placed a couple soft kisses there as Peter groaned, gripping her a little tighter.

"You're a tease, woman."

"And that's why you love me." She mumbled. She kissed his neck once more before lifting her head. She gave him the cheesiest grin, scrunching her nose up in the process. The sight made Peter melt, and he held her just a little tighter while kissing her nose. A light blush crept onto Mariska's cheeks at the sweet gesture, leading her to then kiss his cheek before they started laughing together.

They were quietly talking and kissing when a familiar song began playing. Peter gave his wife a cheesy grin and said; "Come dance with me real quick?"

"We've drank half a bottle of wine..." Mariska remarked as she moved to stand up; "You sure we can dance without falling?"

"We'll be fine." Peter remarked as he stood up, though he wobbled slightly which caused Mariska to burst out laughing. He laughed as well as he grabbed hold of her wrist; "Shut up and dance with me, weirdo."

"If you fall, there's no way I can pick you up."

"If I fall, you're going down with me."

Mariska only laughed again as they moved closer to the middle of their living room, a little ways from the fire.

Peter slipped his arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and she rested her head against his shoulder as he rested his head against hers. She closed her eyes as she took a moment to breathe in his scent. Behind all the glitz and glamour, this was who they were and this was what mattered. They were simply two people, navigating through life and balancing work and parenthood while constantly relearning what it truly meant to be married.

And everytime they relearned the meaning of marriage, they seemed to fall in love all over again.

Mariska took a deep breath, especially when she felt his lips lightly kissing her hair. His grip on her tightened, almost as if he feared letting her go. She felt him take a breath, and she tilted her head to look at him. She smiled as she looked into those pools of cerulean, and Peter couldn't help but smile back. This woman was his whole world, the one who had put him together again, and he was forever grateful to be spending his life with a real life angel.

He leaned in a little and mumbled against her lips; "You give me love, love, love, love; crazy love."

Mariska laughed a little before kissing him properly as they swayed to the Brian McKnight song. She was so happy and content like this. Love didn't have to be a bunch of flashy glitz and glamour, with expensive dresses and make up and gifts. It was nice but not necessary.

Love was these moments right here: wrapped up in each other's arms, dancing in front of the fire and sharing kisses.

They'd needed this. They had missed each other terribly all week, barely seeing each other due to her leaving so early in the morning for work and working so late into the night. So this moment right here tonight was perfect and just what they needed.

Mariska felt her heart pounding in her chest as she looked up into her husband's eyes once more. All she could do was lean up and press the most delicate kiss to his lips. And as the song continued to play in the background, she whispered in the sweetest, softest voice;

"I love you."

Peter couldn't help but smile. He tightened his grip, and he rested his head against hers as he whispered back to her;

"I love you too, my sweet Mariska."