Peter & Mariska: The One Shots [A Collection]

Birthday

Hi guys.

I'm back again, this time with a cute little one-shot for Peter's birthday. Even though it's past midnight and his birthday is now technically over, I wrote this cute little thing earlier. Petska fluff - it's cute guys.

Enjoy xoxo

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Peter x Mariska: Birthday [ONESHOT]

"Peter...wake up; babe."

Peter groaned slightly as he was roused from his slumber, signing slightly as the person who was waking him up had just interrupted an amazing dream involving himself and his wife and very little clothing in a tropical paradise. He brought his hands up to his eyes to block the sunlight that was streaming through the windows, through a smile formed on his lips as he got a whiff of some perfume and felt the person straddle his hips and sit on his stomach which was hidden beneath the Egyptian cotton sheets of his marital bed. He finally rubbed a hand over his eyes and blinked a bit before opening them properly.

There she was; his wife - Mariska.

She looked absolutely beautiful in a cream-colored silk nightie with a matching, thigh length silk robe over her arms that was left open. The lace material on the chest area of her nightie cupped her breasts perfectly and made them even more impressive than normal, and her brunette locks and olive skin contrasted perfectly against the color of the nightwear she had on. Her make up free face allowed for an adorable dusting of freckles to present themselves across her nose, and she had a beautiful, wide smile on her face as she held a chocolate cupcake with blue icing in her hands. There was a single blue candle in the middle, flickering away.

"Hi," she giggled adorably at the look on his face, "Happy birthday my love."

He smiled as he grabbed hold of her waist, leaning up enough to blow the candle out. He then sat up some more, leaning in enough to place a firm kiss onto her plump lips.

"Thank you," he mumbled before kissing her again; "Kids?"

"Downstairs being occupied by breakfast and Cartoon Network and my step mama," she turned her head to kiss his cheek, "I told them I was going to wake you up and that you'd be down in a minute."

"What about your work?" He gave her a confused look as he caught sight of the clock on the wall behind her; it was after eight, and usually she was well done by now.

"Twisted some arms and got the day off," she used one of her hands to stroke up and down his bicep; "So here I am, waking you up on your birthday."

"Dressed like that," he smirked as he ran a finger down her breast, "Thank you seriously, honey; this is great."

"Anything for you," she breathed out before removing some of the paper from the cupcake and taking a bite; "Cupcakes for breakfast should be a thing."

"They can be a thing since we're the adults here," Peter spoke before taking a bite as well, humming in approval; "You baked these?"

"Next joke please, sweetheart," Mariska gave him a raised eyebrow; "I've been up since like seven and I ran down to the bakery to get some before you got up."

"You're amazing." he groaned before taking the rest once she'd offered it to him. He popped it into his mouth, while she slid off of him and popped into the en suite to toss the paper into the trash. She then returned and climbed back onto him again, only to let out a squeal when he suddenly grabbed her waist and rolled over with her.

"I missed you so much yesterday and last night," he buried his face into her neck, kissing her skin as she draped her arms around him, "And I wish we could stay like this all day." He let out a cliché, loved up sigh, turning his head to kiss her cheek before lifting his head to kiss her lips. She gave him an adorable smile and kissed him once more, lazily drawing patterns on his back as she held onto him.