You Me, A Place To Be

𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐳𝐞 | 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮

BTW the smut in this is semi public, but its in an closed space its just outside

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After Ned went home Ellie invited them to sushi but they declined. They order pizza because it's better than the sushi shit Ellie feels like eating - and Peter refuses to eat raw fish -, and because it's a little too dark for Peter to let her uber thirty minutes and get on a plane to Paris. Peter is just going to have his pilot fly her to Paris on his jet to save her money.

Y/N texts Éliot, telling him that she'll be at the studio on Wednesday.

They're still sitting outside, just chilling when the order arrives. Peter gets up as soon as he gets the notification that someone is outside of his front gate.

When Y/N looks up at him, Peter rolls his eyes. But when he walks inside then outside to go to the front gate, it's with a silly smile on his face.
It's vegan pizza - because apparently Y/N only eats fish nowadays - and she promised Peter this place has the best vegan pizza she's ever eaten in her life. She said she ate it just at lunch with Ellie and Natalie.

Peter grabs two plates for him and for Y/N - she doesn't know how much of a princess she is -, and he walks outside. He places it on the center table, opening the box. It actually looks way better than he was expecting - "I bet it's just salad on a pizza, disgusting." Is what he told Y/N.

"Thank you." Y/N says, smiling up at him.

Peter shakes his head, "I feel like wine, do you feel like wine?" He asks, then.

Raising her eyebrows, Y/N licks her lips. "Sounds good."

And then Peter's back inside, going through his very few - and by few, two - bottles of wine. One is white and the other is red. He fits his corkscrew in his pocket, taking both bottles and two glasses and walking back outside. He places the glasses on the table.
Y/N still where he left her.

"Red or white?" Peter asks, holding each bottle as he says it.

"Hm." Y/N squints her eyes, looking between the two of them. "What's the year?"

Peter rolls his eyes. "Y/N, I don't know that stuff."

At that, she laughs. "Let me see the red one." Peter hands it to her. "2026. Sounds good."

"Okay." Peter furrows his eyebrows. "I guess."

He leaves the other bottle on the corner of the table - just because he's too tired to go all the way to his house bar. When he's done opening the bottle, he pours it in both glasses, handing one to Y/N.

When he sits back down, he leans forward, grabbing a slice of pizza and his drink. He sighs when he's finally comfortable again. "So, how do you like it?" Y/N asks him once he's had his first bite. Peter ponders, biting another piece."It's good, isn't it?" Y/N insists.

"Not at all what I expected." He tells her, taking a sip of his red wine.

Peter reaches for another slice. "How long have you been a pescatarian?"

"A year." She says. "I think."

"Must be hard."

"Not really," Y/N shrugs. "Don't miss it all that much."