Peter Steele, God of Seduction. (Discontinued)

The Aftermath..

When Peter came home from the bachelor's party I could've sworn he stayed hungover two days after the fact. He stayed on his couch, groaning with a migraine. Attempting to help him feel better I'm swatted off, saying that he's fine and he'll get over it. I wish he wasn't so hard headed sometimes. It's a part of his charm yes, but sometimes it's quite annoying. Especially when I know if I don't help him he sulks in his own self pity.
Peter's phone rings. I look to see it's Ron, I actually had met him during the Bachlorette party. He seemed swell. Seeing that Peter was inebriated still, I answered. Ron wanted to know if we'd be interested in another party, it would just be him and his wife. Something like a double date. Agreeing I say goodbye and hang up. "Who was that?" He asked. I reply "It was Ron, he's invited us on a double date this weekend. At a lovely little pizza joint not too far from here.". Nodding and sighing he looks away from me back at the television, then back at me again.
Getting Peter some water I sit on the floor next to the couch, leaning in and kissing his nose. "Thanks bunny." He smiles. "What do you feel like doing tonight?" I ask. He shruggs his shoulders adjusting himself on the couch. He sits up so I'm in between his legs. Looking down at me he gives me a sultry facial expression. I shake my head at him getting up. Grabbing my arm he pulls me in close. "Why don't we go for a walk or something?" He says.
My eyes light up, jumping back I run to his bedroom changing into something a little warmer. With the summer coming to an end the evenings were chilly. Of course I could always take his jacket, but I won't do that to him tonight. Coming out from his bedroom he's got his jacket on, sitting on the couch lacing his boots up. He stands up nice and tall, guiding me out the door we leave.
We walked around a bit, observing what wasn't too crowded. But in New York every thing was overcrowded, and to be honest overrated. I only tolerated it because of Teddy bear. If it wasn't for him I would've moved somewhere else, just anywhere where it doesn't take me almost an hour to drive five fucking blocks.
I notice as I'm walking I turn to look at Peter and he's stopped in his tracks a way back. Can't believe I got this far ahead of him without realizing he had stopped. Catching up with him, he's staring off in space. Was something wrong again? "Teddy? Are you alright?" I ask seeing him slowly turn to me. His eyes were locked with mine, they looked glazed over and red. I couldn't tell if he was about to cry or if he was just tired. Either which way he didn't answer me, instead he just pulls me close. At first it was a hug then it turned into slow swaying back and forth. The people around us had dispersed, the street lights had come on. I noticed while we were spinning around a few people walking by stopped to take pictures. My face flustered red.
He suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand again. Leading me along to what seemed to be a nearby park. Walking in he takes a deep breath. "I love the smell of garbage in the evening." He laughed.
Holding hands we walk through the messy and unkept park, he really picked the most romantic one to walk through didn't he? Some part of me wanted to go back to his apartment and cuddle in bed. The air was cold and crisp and his bed was warm and comforting. Not to mention he slept in his underwear, perfect for sexy sneak attacks in the middle of the night. He sits down on a rusty old bench, patting the spot next to him. I rest my head on his shoulders feeling a shivering breeze, his arms quick to wrap around me. How could such a broken man be so unconditionally loving?