Just Once - A Peterick Fic

Chapter 17

        I woke up the next morning I woke to an empty bed beside me. Groggily, I rubbed my eyes and sat up, pushing the blankets off of me, and plodded across the room to the bathroom, swinging the door open slowly.

        "'Morning Patrick," Pete said to me with a smile as soon as I opened the door, sitting in the bathtub with his legs hanging over the side, a pen in his hand, and a notebook in his lap.

        His sudden appearance scared the shit out of me and I must've jumped judging by the amused look on his face, giggles threatening to bubble over his lips. "Shit, Pete. You can't do that to me," I told him, laughing just slightly, a hand on my chest and the other on the door frame.

        "Sorry, wasn't my intention," he said, still doing his best not to giggle. As he sobered, his eyes began to roam over me, inspecting my almost naked form. I was still in what I'd slept in after all: just my boxers. I could feel a blush creeping up onto my cheeks, his gaze making me self-conscious.

        "Could I go pee real quick?" I asked, doing my best to keep my voice even. He shouldn't be making me nervous, but his gaze had a hunger to it, an almost animalistic desire, and I wasn't quite sure how to handle being under it.

        "Yeah, sure," he said, not moving from his position in the bathtub and smiling up at me mischievously, like he had something up his sleeve, or possibly up his pant leg in this case.

        "In private maybe?" I asked, smiling a little.

        Pete shot me look that communicated that he thought I was crazy, because who would want privacy in the bathroom? I rolled my eyes and pulled the shower curtain closed, his legs still sticking out, but he couldn't see me and that was my goal.

        When I was finished, I pulled the curtain back open and he was still sitting there, looking awfully pouty. "Aw, c'mon. It really wasn't that interesting to watch," I told him, doing my best to keep a straight face.

        "Maybe it would've been to me," he insisted, crossing his arms. "You should make it up to me somehow."

        I cocked an eyebrow, shooting him a questioning look before I spoke again. "And just how would I do that?"

        He merely shrugged, pretending to care once again about what he'd been writing in that notebook of his. "That's something you might want to think about," he told me, his tone teasing.

        "Well I'm thinking you just wanna see me naked," I told him, smirking a little as if I'd just figured something out he didn't think I would.

        Pete's features morphed into a mock shocked expression, looking almost hurt. "Why would you think that? Abstinence until marriage, you dirty bird," he told me, adopting a scolding tone.

        "I think it's a little late for that," I told him, doing my best not to laugh, using a tone that suggested he'd missed something huge.

        "I'm a virgin pure as...something really pure," he told me, finally allowing himself to laugh at both how ridiculous the statement was, and his inability to come up with something pure.

        "Honey, you lost the ability to say that a long time ago," I said, my tone turning sweet.

        He just let out a slightly nervous laugh, saying, "Yeah..."

        "C'mon, let let's get you out of that bathtub," I said, extending my arms to him so he could, in theory, grab them, and I'd help pull him up to his feet.

        "Orrrr," he started, dragging out the end of the word as he grabbed my arms, "You could climb in with me." With that, he pulled me down onto him, my body falling into the tub and landing half on him, half off him.

        "Peeeeete," I whined, dragging his name out much like he'd dragged out "or."

        "Paaaaatriiiiiick," he mimicked, smiling up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.

        I just rolled my eyes, pretending to not be amused by his actions and pretending not to notice the look in his eyes, reminiscent of moments earlier, when I'd asked if I could have some privacy.

        "What do you say to a quick shower?" he asked me, the look in his eyes telling me it'd basically just be sex with the shower head on.

        Before I could even muster up a response, he leaned up and pressed his lips to mine forcefully. He knew how I would've responded before he even asked the question, so allowing me to answer was pointless. I moved my lips against his, pressed together in an almost inseparable bond. He wasted no time slipping his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss, and pushing me down so he was hovering above me in the bathtub.

        "Pete, we've still got clothes on. That's a problem if we want to take a shower," I said, trying to sound as innocent as was possible when asking someone to strip.

        "Ah, good point Pattycakes. You have always been the brains," he admitted, laughing a little as he stood up, offering a hand to me. I took it and he helped to pull me up to my feet, climbing out of the tub.

        He immediately began pulling his t-shirt off, throwing it to the floor. I couldn't help but watch, my eyes tracing the lines of his chest as the muscles moved below the skin. He was downright beautiful, the tattoos covering his skin only adding to the aesthetic: the necklace of thorns, the Jack Skellington face, the keyhole, and the logo for Clandestine Industries, the last of which especially I missed running my lips across.

        He seemed to be focused on undressing himself, undoing the buttons on his pants and pushing them down. The metal hit the tile floor with a clack, bouncing off slightly before he stepped out of them, pushing them off to the side with his feet.

        With his hands on the waistband of this boxers, he finally looked up at me, shooting me a half confused and half amused smile. "You know for this to work, you have to get undressed too," Pete told me, the amusement showing in his voice.

        I blushed slightly, shaking my head at myself. "You're just so distracting," I told him, intentionally using a whiny tone as if it annoyed me.

        "Ah, well I try," he told me with a smirk, taking a couple steps and closing the short distance between us, dropping his hands to my waist and hooking his fingers under the elastic of my boxers.

        "Think you could try a little harder?" I asked, adopting a lower tone, more seductive than the last.

        "Definitely," he told me, the smirk never leaving his face as he swiftly pulled my boxers down around my ankles.

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