Leaning back into her chair, Jade holds back a yawn. Given the state of the lab recently, she isn't sure what would kill her first- one of the guards, or the boredom. Tying her hair into a messy bun, she whistles in a pitchy tone. And just when she starts dozing off, the door opens, making her eyes snap wide open, not wanting to be caught brooding. But when her eyes meet the only likable face in the lab, she relaxes.
"Oh, it's you."
"Were you expecting someone else?" He smiles and shuts the door, walking to the front of her desk.
"No. I'm actually glad it's just you." She beams.
"Good. Because the boredom out there is killing me." Peter rolls his eyes, leaning onto her desk.
"Ditto." She exclaims.
"I was hoping I could just sit here until duty. I've got nothing better to do."
"Yes, please. I'd love that. Come sit." Jade gestures to the bed behind her. When Peter hops onto it, Jade turns her chair around to face him and is met with the sight of his shiny shoes.
Not being able to control the urge, she grabs Peter's foot and rests it on the handle of her chair.
"What are you doing?" Peter questions, seemingly puzzled.
"Looking for dirty spots. How are these always so clean?" She says, turning his foot to the side to look for spots.
"I groom myself, you know." He grins.
"Always so neat." She grunts, letting go of his foot and grabbing the other one. "I don't think I've ever seen any stains on your clothes except blood. And they're white."
Peter just shrugs, bemused.
"How?" She whispers to herself, inspecting the other shoe.
"Oh, this is sorcery!" Jade throws her hands in the air, bummed out about her unsuccessful investigation.
Peter simply smiles, and Jade can't help but notice how it reaches his eyes. When she sees it, she melts. Because here's the thing about Peter, he smiles all the time. But it's never genuine. It never reaches his eyes. But today, the twinkle in his eyes from a silly conversation makes her realise that Peter doesn't need a lot to feel happy. Just friendship. A real bond, a stupid conversation, or perhaps freedom from carrying the trauma this place has given him, even if it is for a split second.
"So, um, I've got something to share," Peter mutters, his voice smaller than usual.
"Spill." He could swear he saw her eyes sparkle. Like she was ready to gossip.
"I, well, I took your advice. And . . . I experienced an orgasm."
"Really?" There's that sparkle again. "How'd it feel?"
"Exceeded my expectations, if I'm being honest," Peter says, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly.
"Told you!"
"Yeah." Peter scoffs. "Yeah, you did. So, uh, thank you."
"Shush. So did you think of me?" Jade teases as she turns around to face the papers on her desk, not expecting a reply from the ever-so-coy Peter. But when he mutters I did, she whirls around to face him again.
"You did?" She asks, wide-eyed.
"Y-Yeah. Don't be mad, please. You said it was harmless, so I thought I could-"
"Shut up."
"Sorry." He whispers, looking down at his feet.
"I want to kiss you." Well, that draws his attention. So looks right at her, lost.
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Bewitched | Henry Creel (18+)
Fiksi Penggemar"You know, if you'd like though, I could call you Peter in secret, when nobody is around. In fact, I could call you anything else you'd like me to call you too." She tilts her head to the side, the tiniest hint of a smirk on her face. "Why would I w...
