A supertale Of New York

Part 15

You pressed your face into peters back and wrapped your arms around his stomach. "Peter I really don't wanna do this" He giggled "aww baby, you'll be fine, I'm here to protect you" you had been to the London dungeons once before, and you still had nightmares about it, but this was Peters birthday, and he wanted to be scared shitless by people in costumes and skeletons hanging from cages. I mean.... why wouldn't you? That really annoying Eurovision song "Do it for your lover" was on loop in your head, a sort of mantra to keep you from backing out. You moved further and further along the queue. Your anxiety was growing with every step. You got to the front of the queue and were lead into a small dark room with creepy music "oh god....." You started to do that nervous laugh/sob . You looked at peter for comfort but we was just sniggering at you "you're such a twat" You whinged as you hid under his jacket. "I'm sorry , my love, it's just funny that you're getting yourself so worked up... look, there's kids here it can't be that bad" 

A person dressed as a zombie - Victorian appeared, and beckoned the room full of people down a tiny corridor. You had to walk in single file, but peter kept his hand on your back to whole time , and gently massaged your shoulders . You made it to another room that was almost pitch black. Peter hooked his arm around your hips and held you close. As your eyes adjusted, you were drawn to the very dim light on the ceiling, you looked up , and let out a yelp as you saw what was above you. Nooses. Hundreds of them . Bloody , mouldy , frayed, Nooses. *its not real it's not real it's not real* you muttered to yourself. Peters hand moved slowly across your abdomen, and you grabbed his hand and squeezed it as tight as you could. The crowd of people started to move , you followed them , into another room. A mock pub, with loads of people dressed up, like a Halloween party, except, something wasn't quite right . You all stood in a semi circle across the room, you and peter were at the back. The Victorian zombie read out some kind of creepy poem, and then everything went silent , and the lights started to flicker. Something grabbed your leg and you screamed. Another woman screamed on the other side of the room, and people made up like corpses started to appear from under the tables . You wriggled into peters shoulder, crying a bit and he firmly held the base of your neck, as the corpses walked past you , grabbing at you and making you jump.

"Im sorry"

"Fuck off"

Peter snorted as he passed you your ice cream . "You weren't crying that much baby, that little boy was a lot louder." He joked. You sighed.

"I'm sorry for ruining your activity by being a wimp." Peter put his arm around you.

"You're not a wimp, you're really brave. I know how hard that was for you but you did it anyway. And you did really well" Peter gently reminded you.

"Well.... Happy sweet 16, Parker !" He laughed and tapped your ice cream cone with his. "I've never eaten ice cream while it was raining before, or sitting on damp concrete walls, looking at a beach covered in trash, but , I kinda like it" You guffawed. "Peter , this is London. I have so many memories of sitting on the embankment, getting splashed by the river, and loosing hats in the wind. But this memory, will always be my favourite..... because I'm with you." You smiled sweetly at peter and he kissed you. You could taste the vanilla on his lips, and it was glorious. "I mean.... because you're here and... because this ice cream is fucking good." Peter agreed. "Hey y/n?, I really fucking love you." "I love you more, you enormous wanker."

You just laid in bed, staring into each other's eyes. You didn't know what to say, that was the single most awkward experience of your life. You were just waiting for something to come in to your mind. "I'm really sorry if I hurt you..... I was trying to be gentle" you felt bad that peter felt bad. He hadn't hurt you on purpose. "No, it's fine, you didn't hurt me" you tried to sound confident of that. "Are you sure? Your face... it looked like you weren't enjoying it but you told me to keep going" peter was waffling to try and minimise the awkwardness. "Yeah,...... I thought it would be better than that.............................WAIT! I didn't mean you, you were fine , I mean, you were really good I just... it was me, I thought it would like..... feel...better than that" you looked at peter, embarrassed. "I'm sorry you didn't like it....... maybe it'll be better next time..." He seemed really upset. Had you bigged it up too much with all the innuendos? "Yeah, hopefully...I'm just gonna go to sleep." You said and turned your light off. "Wait, y/n? Don't forget that you're gonna...." his voice turned to an embarrassed whisper as he said "bleed" oh shit. Was it gonna be as bad as all the movies? Would your bed look like a crime scene in the morning? maybe you should have thought twice before you did this in a hotel room. 

You woke up with your head pounding, and feeling a bit more grown up than the morning before. You got up to go to the toilet, and you took your phone with you. You had a text from Jadara. *So...Peters 16th birthday...did he enjoy your present?😉😏😂* you bit your nails while trying to think of the answer. *I don't think he did...it was my fault...maybe I should have just pretended that it didn't hurt and let him get on with it?.... I think he's mad at me.* You responded and got in the shower, you knew Jadara wouldn't reply, it was 2am there. whilst you were showering, you heard the kettle boil. Peter was up. You dragged out your shower as long as you could, before you got out, don't dressed and did your makeup. You carefully opened the door and walked out to peter, standing shirtless, holding two mugs. "Hot chocolate?" He asked you, and you took a mug and sat down on the bed. Peter joined you. "I'm sorry, peter. I promised you a lot more than you got an..." "hey! Don't say you're sorry, baby, you have nothing to be sorry for....neither of us knew what to expect. As first times go... I think ours was alright" he laughed a little and put his arm around you. You leant on his shoulder. "I love you peter, thank you for being so understanding." He kissed your forehead. "I love you too, baby"

"This is awesome! Way better than the one in New York! You were taking peter to see the dinosaurs at the natural history museum, on your last day in London. You were walking up high, amongst all the skeletons that hung from the ceiling. "Look at that one! It's a velociraptor! See how small they were in real life? They're always way too big when you see them on TV" Peter was back in excited toddler mode. You thought he was super adorable, bouncing around with a huge smile on his face. He had run ahead of you, when he stopped suddenly and turned on his heels. He walked up to you, and kissed you, really hard, in front of all those people. "Baby, I love you so much! This trip has been amazing, I can't wait for the second part!" And then he just ran off again. Leaving you with an entire room full of staring people. What a twat. 

Fin.

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