You Me, A Place To Be

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Peter feels good.

And they are out on the balcony in blankets and Peter is smoking weed. Peter lights up a joint.

"Can I have a hit?" He hears coming from his side - her voice still sounds hoarse.

He turns to look at her. "Sure."

Y/N nods, quietly. "Thanks," She says when Peter hands it to her. She takes it to her parted lips, inhaling it. Of course, she coughs. She hands it back to Peter, who takes it back to his own mouth, still looking at her.

"Dunno how you can smoke so much weed." She says, shrinking in her seat and pulling her knees up, bringing the blanket around them.
Peter laughs. "It makes me calm down." He says.

It's numbing

"I think it's sexy." Y/N tells him, then raising her eyebrows, Peter turns to look at her. "I mean," She continues, biting her bottom lip - Peter's gaze shifts down to her lips, they're already less pink than they were before, he sort of hates it. "I don't usually like when people get high. But you look good. But you should probably do it less."

Peter raises his eyebrows up and down once, smirking at her. He takes the last bit before he puts it out. "Wanna choose a song?"
Y/N smiles big at him before she connects her phone to the outside speakers. When she finally finds the one she's searching for - after typing and deleting a couple of times -, she lets out a grin. "Why do I feel like I know the sort of song you're choosing?" Peter asks, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Because you know me," Y/N says - simple as that -, as she finally presses play.

Peter knows this one. He looks at her, eyebrows raised, smirking - a "really?" expression on his face. It's Written All Over Your Face by Louis Tomlinson

"Really?" Peter asks, smiling.

Y/N only smiles back at him, a cheeky look on her face.

"Hey, babe. It's written all over your face, say it. A hurricane behind the door, so I've come ready for a war." Peter hears the speakers. He leans back on his seat, spreading his legs and getting comfortable. He shakes his head looking towards Y/N. "You don't want coffee in the morning, I know I'm in a hole. It's hard enough to keep you sober, I got no chance if I'm hung over. I ain't even woken up yet. Not nearly vertical. All I know is I'm in trouble cos the atmosphere's so cold." Y/N starts singing. Peter shakes his head again, turning to look at her. "Hey, babe. It's written all over your face, say it. A hurricane behind the door, so I've come ready for a war." Y/N moves her torso her one side to the other to the rhythm of the song, licking her index, middle and ring finger when she sings that. Peter licks his lips, watching her. Fuck. He already feels hot all over again. He keeps his eyes on her, hand gripping to the arm rest. "I hear the thunder in the distance, I know it's getting close. You're giving me the silent treatment, don't know what it's achieving, when we're finished saying nothing can we please get back to loving? When it's good it's really something, can we please get back to us now?" She continues, eyes meeting Peter's as she sings, "Hey, babe. It's written all over your face, say it. A hurricane behind the door. So I've come ready for a war. Hey, babe. It's written all over your face, say it. So when you find out what we're fighting for, I'll be ready to talk." Y/N is fucking sinful. It's fucking unbelievable how she manages to get Peter hard again in a matter of little over half an hour. Peter clenches his jaw when Y/N closes her eyes, face still turned to him, moving her torso slowly to the song, a smile on her face. And of course Peter gets distracted, watching as she repeats "Oh, oh, it's written all over your face. Oh, oh, it's written all over your face. Oh, oh, it's written all over your face. Oh, oh, it's written all over your face." Peter's hands grip tighter on the arm rest. It's only when Y/N opens her eyes, he takes a deep breath. The night goes mostly like that - Y/N choosing sex songs as they drink their wine. But it's not like she even needs to, Peter's already sweating - even with being outside