what title SHALL we have for this AU of all things illicit? something that encompasses transience? LIKE, what stays constant as the scenes around them change. bonus points for gratuitous mentions of alcohol and/or playing cards.
okay, an hour OR SO after my previous comment:
"are you serious?" peter demands of the bathroom door. "guys." he hears the shower turning on. "i thought there was room for one more."
"three's a crowd in the bathroom," says susan, who isn't bothering hiding her self-satisfaction. "fuck off."
peter bangs once on the door. "hey!"
"ease out, pete," says edmund cheerfully. "we'll be done soon."
so instead, peter goes to the room that edmund and lucy are sharing. he's in the middle of his shower when the bathroom door opens.
"ed" says lucy's voice.
"it's me. ed's with susan." he pokes his head out of the shower and wipes the water from his eyes. "hey."
"what?" lucy's shirt is on the counter and she's unhooking her bra.
"what's the deal with ed and susan?"
"do you really need me to tell you that?" replies lucy. she undoes the buttons on her jeans and pushes them down with her underwear. "make room in there."
peter steps backward and lucy steps in. she shakes out her hair and tilts her head back, soaking it, and he says, "they want me to bring oz around tonight, then they lock me out of the bathroom."
"pass me that soap, would you? are you going to bring him, then?"
"of course not."
lucy rolls her eyes. "what are they gonna do? shoot him and throw his body in the ocean?"
+
"i can soap myself, you know," says lucy, amused.
"well," says peter, "you missed a spot."
+
even with the steam and the heat, the ceramic tiles of the bathroom are cold against her back.
lucy whispers, "we should probably--"
peter says, "you want to stop?"
"i'm not getting mixed up in whatever game you, edmund, and susan have going on."
"fair enough." he presses a kiss against her skin. "we'll play our own game."
"i don't want any games."
"all right. so," says peter, "you want to stop?"
"peter--" says lucy, and then gasps.
"why, lucy, you're all wet."
"we are in the shower," lucy replies, a little tightly.
peter says, "do you want to move to somewhere drier?"
"like..." and then lucy inhales sharply, sighs shakily. "god, peter..."
"like back to the bedroom," he suggests.
"yeah," lucy breathes against his lips. "the bedroom's pretty dry."
+
lucy uses her teeth, so peter does too.
he says, "tell me if i'm hurting you."
she laughs. "i'm indestructible, peter."
+
peter is halfway through his cigarette when there's a knock on the door.
"yo, it's me," says turk's voice. "i got those blueprints."
"it's never over," peter mumbles.
"it's life," says lucy. "put a shirt on."
+
"really?" muses oz, and then he gets this look in his eyes that peter has come to recognize. the outcomes of such looks can go excellently or awfully depending, but either way it always gets your blood going. "what time did they say?"
the glass of scotch halts on the way to peter's mouth. "wait. you're actually considering it?"
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okay, an hour OR SO after my previous comment:
"are you serious?" peter demands of the bathroom door. "guys." he hears the shower turning on. "i thought there was room for one more."
"three's a crowd in the bathroom," says susan, who isn't bothering hiding her self-satisfaction. "fuck off."
peter bangs once on the door. "hey!"
"ease out, pete," says edmund cheerfully. "we'll be done soon."
so instead, peter goes to the room that edmund and lucy are sharing. he's in the middle of his shower when the bathroom door opens.
"ed" says lucy's voice.
"it's me. ed's with susan." he pokes his head out of the shower and wipes the water from his eyes. "hey."
"what?" lucy's shirt is on the counter and she's unhooking her bra.
"what's the deal with ed and susan?"
"do you really need me to tell you that?" replies lucy. she undoes the buttons on her jeans and pushes them down with her underwear. "make room in there."
peter steps backward and lucy steps in. she shakes out her hair and tilts her head back, soaking it, and he says, "they want me to bring oz around tonight, then they lock me out of the bathroom."
"pass me that soap, would you? are you going to bring him, then?"
"of course not."
lucy rolls her eyes. "what are they gonna do? shoot him and throw his body in the ocean?"
+
"i can soap myself, you know," says lucy, amused.
"well," says peter, "you missed a spot."
+
even with the steam and the heat, the ceramic tiles of the bathroom are cold against her back.
lucy whispers, "we should probably--"
peter says, "you want to stop?"
"i'm not getting mixed up in whatever game you, edmund, and susan have going on."
"fair enough." he presses a kiss against her skin. "we'll play our own game."
"i don't want any games."
"all right. so," says peter, "you want to stop?"
"peter--" says lucy, and then gasps.
"why, lucy, you're all wet."
"we are in the shower," lucy replies, a little tightly.
peter says, "do you want to move to somewhere drier?"
"like..." and then lucy inhales sharply, sighs shakily. "god, peter..."
"like back to the bedroom," he suggests.
"yeah," lucy breathes against his lips. "the bedroom's pretty dry."
+
lucy uses her teeth, so peter does too.
he says, "tell me if i'm hurting you."
she laughs. "i'm indestructible, peter."
+
peter is halfway through his cigarette when there's a knock on the door.
"yo, it's me," says turk's voice. "i got those blueprints."
"it's never over," peter mumbles.
"it's life," says lucy. "put a shirt on."
+
"really?" muses oz, and then he gets this look in his eyes that peter has come to recognize. the outcomes of such looks can go excellently or awfully depending, but either way it always gets your blood going. "what time did they say?"
the glass of scotch halts on the way to peter's mouth. "wait. you're actually considering it?"
oz grins at him. "come on, it'll be fun."