y/n x sub! peter ballard

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ok but you thought this story would be fast????
NO WERE GOING SLOWBURN BABY!!!!

You didn't really know how to feel.
Instead of having sex, Peter was wrapped up in your arms as you both were laying on the bed under the blankets. You could hear his faint breathing—he was asleep—and you were not, just stuck in that moment where it almost happened. Of course it wasn't just about getting into his pants, that was one of the things that he had suspected and you had so thoroughly denied. So it wasn't true. Maybe you just thought sex would be a turning point—a symbol of defining your relationship. It could just be that innocent, but did you really know yourself that well?

Your eyebrows wrinkled in frustration, of your own thoughts turning on you. Peter's soft breathing calmed you down, like his very existence was supporting your sanity. Your hands found his waist once more and you sighed, bringing him closer and laying your head down on the pillows beneath you. Your eyes closed and head began to finally rest, just before you fell asleep you felt Peter stir.

When you woke up, the covers were a mess and you were facing the opposite wall that you fell asleep to, you couldn't feel Peter anymore so you looked around and saw him laying on the floor with a blanket wrapped loosely around him. His hair was messed up and his clothes lay wrinkled beside him, he was still sleeping—most likely exhausted from the other day.

You looked toward the clock hanging above the doors, it read 7:49 a.m. Dr. Brenner had wanted this to be over and done by 9, and for him to be in the Rainbow Room by then. That would leave enough time for you both to straighten out your clothes and relax. You let Peter keep resting, and sat upright on the bed. Your feet flinched as they felt the cold floor underneath them, you looked around to find your socks that were thrown around somewhere and instead your eyes fixated on a man's boxers messed up in the sheets. They had to be Peter's.

Your eyes squinted with confusion as you picked them up, and then your eyes found a particular stain. It was faded white—Peter had orgasmed overnight. Whether it was a wet dream or a purposeful ejaculation, it happened, and Peter had taken them off. Maybe that was why he moved to the floor in embarrassment, or shame. You sighed and that turned into a groan as you placed them besides Peter so he could put them back on when he woke up. For some reason it ticked you off, instead of waking you up and having you help with his orgasm—that you had caused—he finished himself and moved to the floor. Once again, you were so close to getting more intimate, like a sweet taste on the tip of your tongue dulling your other cravings. It was like he was teasing you, not on purpose but it felt almost personal.

It's his choice if he wants to or not. Poor guy has never been even given the choice before, so even if he does want it maybe he doesn't know how to ask. And what kind of righteous thought is that? He doesn't owe me sex after I do something for him. I need to get my fucking head on straight before I go even more crazy.

You roll over onto your stomach, this day already sucked.

Peter woke up groggily, you first heard him stir and shift around in his blanket cocoon. Then after a bit he finally sat upright. His eyes had bags and his hair was a mess, his shirt was still off and his bruises were even more evident in the bright glaring lights. He looked at the clock on the wall, it read 8:33 a.m. Normally you had to be ready by 7 so it was a nice spoil of being here and not on active duty. Then you saw his face change as he realized he was completely naked and his face went as red as it could go after just waking up, he saw his undergarments laying next to him and his eyes fleeted to yours for a second nervously, before grabbing them and slipping into a retreat under his blanket to dress.

You stood up and started gathering your clothes as well, you first found your pants and pulled them on, finding your belt and slipping it through the buckles. Once it was nice and firm you started to button up your shirt, just then Peter popped his head out from under his covers and started unfolding the blankets that were swallowing him. He emerged fully clothed, rather impressive that he dressed completely in the dark—even his hair was done up well. He stood up shakily, and then regained balance. He started tucking his shirt into his pants as you did as well.