IT IS CRAZY I TELL YOU CRAZY. BRAINSHARE OHMYGOD for some reason i suddenly want pancakes. wtf, brain?
that scene was in my brain even before you posted your edmund and peter and gun scene! since you posted your susan and peter and gun scene! because we need to prove the threat is real! (oh my god, at some point this weekend i'm going to put all this in a worddoc just to see what the wordcount on this is.)
the thing is -- the thing is. they get a motel room a few nights later, about ten states over, and susan does her best at drowning herself in the bath, filling the bathroom with steam as she soaks. when she comes out, it's to find lucy and edmund asleep, curled up against each other in the same bed, and peter sprawled in an armchair. there's an unopened bottle of jd beside him, the gun next to it -- the bigger one, the one he took off dino falcone -- and in one hand he's holding the hotel phone and in the other a business card.
susan comes over, toweling her hair dry, and drops the towel on the bed. "peter," she says, and puts her hand on his shoulder.
he flinches before he looks up at her. he looks both very young and very old at once. "su," he says, awkward and tired.
she says, "what are you looking at?"
he holds up the card. it's the one they got from the stranger back in atlantic city, and there's no name on it, just a number.
"do you think we should," he says.
"now wouldn't really be the best time," susan says. "it's the middle of the night."
peter catches his bottom lip between his teeth and puts the phone down. susan leans over to put the card next to it, and while she's there, she kisses peter. he kisses her back, and there's a feeling of desperation there that hasn't been present for a long time, since the first time. she straddles his lap, tucking her bathrobe up around her thighs, and hears peter's low groan, and then his flinch as she jars one of the cuts on his face.
"i was afraid," peter tells her quietly. "i was scared out of mind."
"for yourself?"
"for you. i've never wanted to see you less in my life."
"oh peter," susan says, and kisses him again. she pulls his t-shirt off over his head and flings it blindly aside and goes back to kissing him, her hands splayed on his chest, bare skin to bare skin. warmth. she can feel his heartbeat. connection.
Re: part two
that scene was in my brain even before you posted your edmund and peter and gun scene! since you posted your susan and peter and gun scene! because we need to prove the threat is real! (oh my god, at some point this weekend i'm going to put all this in a worddoc just to see what the wordcount on this is.)
the thing is -- the thing is. they get a motel room a few nights later, about ten states over, and susan does her best at drowning herself in the bath, filling the bathroom with steam as she soaks. when she comes out, it's to find lucy and edmund asleep, curled up against each other in the same bed, and peter sprawled in an armchair. there's an unopened bottle of jd beside him, the gun next to it -- the bigger one, the one he took off dino falcone -- and in one hand he's holding the hotel phone and in the other a business card.
susan comes over, toweling her hair dry, and drops the towel on the bed. "peter," she says, and puts her hand on his shoulder.
he flinches before he looks up at her. he looks both very young and very old at once. "su," he says, awkward and tired.
she says, "what are you looking at?"
he holds up the card. it's the one they got from the stranger back in atlantic city, and there's no name on it, just a number.
"do you think we should," he says.
"now wouldn't really be the best time," susan says. "it's the middle of the night."
peter catches his bottom lip between his teeth and puts the phone down. susan leans over to put the card next to it, and while she's there, she kisses peter. he kisses her back, and there's a feeling of desperation there that hasn't been present for a long time, since the first time. she straddles his lap, tucking her bathrobe up around her thighs, and hears peter's low groan, and then his flinch as she jars one of the cuts on his face.
"i was afraid," peter tells her quietly. "i was scared out of mind."
"for yourself?"
"for you. i've never wanted to see you less in my life."
"oh peter," susan says, and kisses him again. she pulls his t-shirt off over his head and flings it blindly aside and goes back to kissing him, her hands splayed on his chest, bare skin to bare skin. warmth. she can feel his heartbeat. connection.
they're all still alive.