steeljawbreaker (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} steeljawbreaker) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} devolve,@ 2011-01-29 22:07:00 |
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Who: Paige and Pete
What: Coming up for air, and lunch! And doggy care.
Where: Pete's trailer
When: Saturday Afternoon
Warnings: Shirtless guys, lots of flirting, fluff, doggy style (kisses, that is. From the DOG, you perverts)
Status: Incomplete
The lack of common sense in wanting to let the dog outside for the first time since early, early that morning while still being damp from an hour-long shower was not completely wasted on Pete as he made his way toward the door clad only in a pair of haphazardly adorned jeans, Aloysha practically clinging to his heels. He felt a little bad for having neglected the pooch for almost half the day but Al didn't seem to mind too much. No whining, no door scratching, or at least from what Pete had noticed. Taking his early thought into consideration, he transformed just before his hand found the door handle, the blast of cold air lost on him as the dog bounded past him into the snow, more happy to flop around it in than do his business apparently. It was only after he'd shut the door again and changed back that the last draft drifted along the floor, chilling up Pete's toes, drawing a Russian mutter of displeasure from his lips as he headed into the kitchen for the bag of dog food next to the fridge.
Even from the other side of the trailer he could hear movement in his bedroom area, where Paige was finishing up in the bathroom. The warm, likely still-steamy bathroom with its warm, comforting, toe-thawing water, and likely a still-partially nude girlfriend parading around. The word was strange to him, even not saying it out loud, but hadn't it been long enough avoiding it entirely? A year and a half, he could easily decide now, was way too long to be paranoid about offending other people over something that wasn't entirely their business to begin with. Not that it still wasn't Sam's business. He decided he wasn't going to think about it anymore, as associating his best friend with Paige in a familial sense seemed a little weird when put into context with the morning's activities. He also managed to note that getting more than an hour of sleep at some point later would probably be beneficial.
His cheeks had suitably tinted again, though not quite as much as normal, distracted by filling the dog bowl with Aloysha's lunch as he contemplated turning the mp3 stereo sitting on the counter on.
What: Coming up for air, and lunch! And doggy care.
Where: Pete's trailer
When: Saturday Afternoon
Warnings: Shirtless guys, lots of flirting, fluff, doggy style (kisses, that is. From the DOG, you perverts)
Status: Incomplete
The lack of common sense in wanting to let the dog outside for the first time since early, early that morning while still being damp from an hour-long shower was not completely wasted on Pete as he made his way toward the door clad only in a pair of haphazardly adorned jeans, Aloysha practically clinging to his heels. He felt a little bad for having neglected the pooch for almost half the day but Al didn't seem to mind too much. No whining, no door scratching, or at least from what Pete had noticed. Taking his early thought into consideration, he transformed just before his hand found the door handle, the blast of cold air lost on him as the dog bounded past him into the snow, more happy to flop around it in than do his business apparently. It was only after he'd shut the door again and changed back that the last draft drifted along the floor, chilling up Pete's toes, drawing a Russian mutter of displeasure from his lips as he headed into the kitchen for the bag of dog food next to the fridge.
Even from the other side of the trailer he could hear movement in his bedroom area, where Paige was finishing up in the bathroom. The warm, likely still-steamy bathroom with its warm, comforting, toe-thawing water, and likely a still-partially nude girlfriend parading around. The word was strange to him, even not saying it out loud, but hadn't it been long enough avoiding it entirely? A year and a half, he could easily decide now, was way too long to be paranoid about offending other people over something that wasn't entirely their business to begin with. Not that it still wasn't Sam's business. He decided he wasn't going to think about it anymore, as associating his best friend with Paige in a familial sense seemed a little weird when put into context with the morning's activities. He also managed to note that getting more than an hour of sleep at some point later would probably be beneficial.
His cheeks had suitably tinted again, though not quite as much as normal, distracted by filling the dog bowl with Aloysha's lunch as he contemplated turning the mp3 stereo sitting on the counter on.