86- Moving In

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Chapter Inspiration:

- Mine ~ Taylor Swift

- Thinking About You ~ Calvin Harris

A Month Later

I set a box down in the small foyer of the flat and plopped down on one of the kitchen chairs. That was the last box. I had said goodbye to my family a half hour ago, leaving me to wait for Peter. He had called me five minutes ago, saying he was on his way. Deciding to start unpacking, I drew my wand and casted out loud, "Locomotor."

Swiftly, all the boxes around me started to open and the contents started flying to where they were supposed to be. As my stuff did that, I walked around the place. It was really nice, just like Peter had said it was. I smiled, running my fingers over book spines that Peter had obviously put there. I moved out of the way just as my books started to join his.

A knock on the door sounded and I turned to see Peter kicking the door open with his foot, carrying two boxes on top of each other. I dashed forward, avoiding the flying picture frames, and helped Peter put the boxes down. He gasped for breath, bending down. "T-thanks, love." I ruffled his hair in response and made his things start to unpack as well.

Together, we carried the rest of his things from his car and got everything put away in just three hours. When we were all set, we plopped down on the mahogany leather couch and turned on the TV. I broke my gaze away from the screen and looked up at Peter, who was chewing on his lip in concentration. My lips formed a smile and pressed themselves against his jawline.

He turned his face and nuzzled my cheek. "I cannot believe that we are living together. Alone. Just the two of us. No one else in this place." Peter laughed softly. "I do believe that that is the definition of being alone, Laurel." I stuck my tongue out at him and looked back at the TV screen. "You know," Peter said after a while, "This isn't that different than living in Cair Paravel."

I frowned for a moment and shrugged. "Kind of. I mean, we lived together, but with hundreds of other creatures who waited on you, cleaned you, clothed you. Are you sure that you can handle doing things for yourself?" It was his turn to stick out his tongue. I laughed quietly and looked at the clock on the wall nearby.

"It's almost seven. What should we have for dinner?" Peter thought for a minute before heaving himself off the couch and looking into the cupboard. "Um...how do you feel about grilled cheese?" I licked my lips, rubbing my hands together. "That sounds like a wonderful idea!"

Peter raised his eyebrows as I shot up from the couch and scurried into the kitchen. "Grilled cheese was basically all I ate when I got back from Narnia the first time. By the way, was it just me or was not being able to drink red wine with dinner really irritating?"

He gripped his hair in what looked like frustration. "Yes! I remember one day trying to get myself a drink and my mother walked into the kitchen and started yelling at me. It had completely slipped my mind that we were too young to be drinking." I shook my head, starting to butter the pan.

When our masterpiece was ready to eat, the two of us sat down on the couch and ate deeply, watching the television screen. "You make a mean dinner. I cannot wait to eat more of your cooking." Peter complimented me, taking a huge bite out of his sandwich. I beamed. "Thanks! I can also make fantasic pancakes or cookies made from stratch. According to Eva, my cookies are 'the yummiest cookies made from the kitchens of Hogwarts under the supervision of Aslan Himself'."

Peter burst into laughter. Wiping a tear from his eye, he said, "Well then, if they are that good, then you must make me some! And that is an order from your High King!" I mock fainted and gasped, "Oh, my! The High King of Narnia has ordered me to bake him cookies! Maybe if I'm lucky enough, he'll let me sweep his floor-or better yet maybe even polish his shoes! Oh please, please Your Majesty! Let me polish your shoes!"

By now, I laid across his lap with my hand on my forehead as I imitated a boy-crazy maid. His whole body shaked with laughter as he watched me being goofy. When I had stopped, my grin was spread across my face, happy to see him laughing even when I brought up Narnia.

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After Peter and I had washed the dishes, he suggested that we get ready for bed. I started to make my way to my new bedroom, but he stopped me. "Where are you going?" I turned, confused. "Isn't this where my new bedroom is?" He shook his head no and led me to the other bedroom.

It was quite large. The walls were painted a calming light blue and a bathroom was connected to the room on the far left side. I sat down on the queen sized bed and cocked my head to the side. "Wait, so if I'm sleeping here then where is your room?" Peter grinned at me and opened the closet, displaying an orderly mess of men's clothing.

"This is my room, too." My eyes widened. As Peter changed his shirt, he asked, "You don't mind, do you?" My mouth opened and closed several times before I got a grip on the situation. "Yeah. Yeah, I don't mind if you don't."

He turned while pulling the shirt down, grinning, while flashing me a bit of his muscled stomach. My heart lurched as I tore my eyes away and grabbed some clothes from a box and headed for the bathroom. "Laure! Come back in here." I locked the door behind me and called through the door, "No thanks." I jumped slightly as Peter banged his head against the door.

"Stop being unfair. We are living alone in a flat. You can undress in the comfort of our bedroom." he pleaded. I laughed, changing into an old t-shirt and sweatpants. "I don't need you drooling over my hotness." I joked. As I opened the door, Peter walked into the bathroom and started to brush his teeth. "You're right. You're not hot."

A twinge of hurt fluttered through me. "No, you're beautiful. Very. Using the term 'hot' to describe someone is very degrading." My face flushed bright red as I tossed my clothes into the laundry bin. As Peter brushed his teeth, I strode into the bathroom and wrapped my arms around him from behind. I rested my head against his shoulder blade, placing a kiss on his shoulder. "Thanks, Pete. You are so eloquent when you talk. I wish I could do the same."

He spat into the sink and winked at me through the mirror. "I always try." Rolling my eyes, I retrieved my own toothbrush and started to brush my own teeth. When I was done getting ready, I turned off the bathroom light to find Peter staring off into space, sitting on the edge of the bed. I stalked over to him and waved my hand in front of his face.

"Earth to Peter." He blinked a few times before resting his gaze on my frame. Before I had any time or think or respond, he grabbed me around the middle and dragged me onto the bed. I was swallowed in a mass of blankets, pillows, and Peter.

He turned the light off and crushed me in his arms. How I was able to breathe and be comfortable was beyond me. "Goodnight, love." He kissed my collarbones and nuzzled his face deeper into the crook of my neck. I reached out and caressed his hair. "Goodnight, Peter. Hopefully the first of many." He laughed softly before drifting into sleep. And I, too, followed him shortly after.

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