she slaps him, and he has the decency to look stunned by the blow and the presence of mind to not question it when a second later she pulls him in for another kiss.
"susan--" he gasps, and susan says, "shut up."
through their fumblings peter tries to maneuver them to the bed but she refuses to be maneuvered anywhere. "not here. peter, god, not here."
"where, then?"
"nowhere." and this is when she wrenches herself from his arms and strides to the door, looking a little shaky. she opens the door wide and stands with one hand on her waist, looking at him with both expectation and frustration. "ever."
peter tries not to sound too breathless when he says, "that's it?"
"peter, i think you should leave."
he cocks his head and the look in his eyes is challenging, but he recognizes when susan refuses to be moved. there is nothing more he can do here. peter straightens his shirt, his blazer, and (in 3, 2, 1) regains his business cool as he ambles to the door.
susan says, "peter."
he pauses in the hall. "hmm?"
"you've got a..." susan points to her bottom lip. "you've got a lipstick smear."
"you ought to buy revlon," he says, after he wipes it away. "i hear it won't kiss off on h--"
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she slaps him, and he has the decency to look stunned by the blow and the presence of mind to not question it when a second later she pulls him in for another kiss.
"susan--" he gasps, and susan says, "shut up."
through their fumblings peter tries to maneuver them to the bed but she refuses to be maneuvered anywhere. "not here. peter, god, not here."
"where, then?"
"nowhere." and this is when she wrenches herself from his arms and strides to the door, looking a little shaky. she opens the door wide and stands with one hand on her waist, looking at him with both expectation and frustration. "ever."
peter tries not to sound too breathless when he says, "that's it?"
"peter, i think you should leave."
he cocks his head and the look in his eyes is challenging, but he recognizes when susan refuses to be moved. there is nothing more he can do here. peter straightens his shirt, his blazer, and (in 3, 2, 1) regains his business cool as he ambles to the door.
susan says, "peter."
he pauses in the hall. "hmm?"
"you've got a..." susan points to her bottom lip. "you've got a lipstick smear."
"you ought to buy revlon," he says, after he wipes it away. "i hear it won't kiss off on h--"
she slams the door.