LoveBite [2]

43

Eight Months

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Satine steps into the common room and her eyes trail over the crowd for just a moment, long enough for her to spot a select few sitting beside each other. Nat and Steve have decided to sit right next to the other. Satine squints her eyes a bit and looks at Ruby Marie and Wanda, who stare at her with small smiles and chuckles.

Now, nothing has been confirmed between the two, but it's not like the others aren't extremely impatient to know. It's been months that they have been beating around the subject and the rest have suspected that they are together, they're just trying to keep it on the down low, being that they are very private people. And, truly, none of them blame them for wanting to stay quiet.

Satine moves along and heads to one of the large ceiling-to-floor windows, where Peter stands with Anastasia in his arms. He turns when he hears her coming and slowly smiles as she leans in to place a kiss to their babies head. She kisses him next and leans against the window near him with her hands on her hips.

"What's this?" He points with his pinkie to her shirt, rubbing Anastasia's back, and she looks down in confusion.

"Oh, yeah, I'm your ex-girlfriend now, sorry." She shrugs while pulling her arms crossed behind her.

"Well, you are the best." He sighs as he turns to Anastasia and she slowly smiles.

"I know." She whispers and he chuckles.

"Hey, baby-momma." Nat whispers as she makes her way over. "And, baby-daddy." She points and they smile.

"What's up?" He asks.

"Hand it over here." She grits softly and quietly with a small smile.

He chuckles and gently hands her over for her to craddle her onto her chest, taking the blanket with. She walks off and takes her seat back with Steve as Satine makes her way to the kitchen.

Peter watches her go as he pushes his hands in his pockets. He keeps his eyes on her as she rolls her own at the stupidity of someone that leaves their dirty dish beside the sink instead of putting it in. She puts it in herself and goes to move on, but is quick to change her mind. Instead, she rinses the cup out and puts that and the few bowls and silverware in the dishwasher.

This is were she can move on. She washes and dries her hands first and pulls her pulls her phone out. Peter looks back at Anastasia as Nat and Wanda whisper to her with smiles, gaining a smile in return. He grins slightly and heads off to Satine.

He comes up behind her and places his hands on her shoulders. He runs his touch up and down her arms as he pushes his face in her neck, pressing a single kiss to her soft skin.

She sets her phone on the counter and slowly turns around for him to cup her cheeks. She holds onto his wrists as he leans in and presses his open lips against hers. He backs up a bit to go back in a moment later as she slowly smiles and opens her eyes to see his face.

"Usually we keep this kind of loving in the bedroom." She smirks in a low volume as his fingers lace into her hair.

"I'll take it anywhere." He shakes his head.

She grins as he finds her lips once again. She slides her arm around his shoulders to pull him closer and place a kiss on his cheek before she can hug him tight with his hand on the back of her head, holding onto her hair. She closes her eyes and buries herself in his neck as he rubs up and down her back.

"She doesn't even have to stand on her toes." Sam teases with a smirk from where he stands in the living area, pulling the couple apart.

"Okay, well, I'm obviously a small guy." He nods surely with an agape smirk, making them smile.

"Not where it counts." Satine mumbles quietly.

"Satine." He turns to her with a nod and she smiles brightly with raised brows.

"What?" She asks in a high-pitch. "I didn't say anything."

"What'd you say?" Sam nods upwards.

"I didn't say anything." She states in a firmer, more gritted tone with a smile, not looking anywhere near anyone. "Not his dick." She whispers to herself.

"Babe." He tilts his head.

"What?" She sings softly. "I didn't say anything." She rests her chin on palm with a grin on the counter. "He's at a perfectly good height, leave him alone." She furrows her brows.

"He's --" Clint starts.

"He's taller than me, he's perfect." She nods, while he smiles at her. "And, yes, I do have to stand on my toes." She points. "Like I'm wearing two inch heels." She jokes and they chuckle as Peter rolls his eyes with a grin.