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Tweak says, "it's time to lose your mind"

steeljawbreaker (steeljawbreaker) wrote in devolve,
@ 2011-01-29 22:07:00

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.

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steeljawbreaker
2011-02-02 06:40 pm UTC (link)

Playing the game was likely going to be considerably easier now that Pete knew pretty much where he and Paige stood, though that didn't mean he would still be willing to offer information to people other than her. He could learn to master some sort of "I'll tell you later" look, or codeword, or hand sign. Or....just tell her later.

He saw the redness and smiled again, shaking his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make it embarrassing. Not that I shouldn't have known the topic would be embarrassing, but I didn't mean for it to be awkward. And even if you did happen to have dreams about someone it's not that big of a deal. Your subconscious is just...funny. You'd be just as likely to have a dream about anyone, I suppose." He paused before adding. "I had a dream with Sting in it once. Obviously not a sex dream, but he and I talked about how Bono from U2 was a big jerk." There was another pause before he once again added. "I don't actually know if Bono is a jerk." He didn't know if the guy was still alive after everything that had happened, but present tense didn't hurt anyone.

"I'm sure things are fine by now, or will be. We'll be making spectacles of ourselves again in no time, don't worry. I vote we have some sort of code word. Like....'banana', or 'pumpernickel'. Or something that will likely be less food related once we eat." He was eying the omelet almost greedily. "That looks fantastic. It smells fantastic. And you should be warned that I'm thinking something along the lines of 'like omelet, like chef' but I won't actually say it because that's incredible cheesy." Another pause. "Like the omelet. I'm done now. I've filled my quota for the day for lame things that pop out of my mouth at random."

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under_my_skin
2011-02-03 06:36 pm UTC (link)

Paige tried to keep her smile from spreading too big as Pete apologized for making it embarrassing, then kept on rambling about how it was okay to have sex dreams about people and how he once had a non-sex dream about Bono from U2 being a Jerk... but it was a nearly impossible task. By the time he was talking about that and moving on to how they would soon be making spectacles of themselves again, she was outright grinning.

"Maybe something less obvious, too," she nodded. There was a good chance that someone would think it strange that one or both of them were replying to questions with the word pumpernickel. She snorted when he made two jokes that more than qualified as cheesy. Picking up the plates, she handed him the one with the bigger chunk of omelet, leaning up to kiss him before heading over to the table.

"It's still so early in the day, too," she shook her head sadly. "And I like the lame things that pop out of your mouth at random." A sound outside the trailer caught her attention and she moved to the window, pulling the blinds aside to peer out... at a giant ice pirate ship, complete with plank. Which Sam was walking, while Bobby and Lew and Annie stood on the deck, being piratical.

It looked like they were having fun, and she smiled. It was nice seeing them play. Not just the twins, but Sam and Bobby too. Staring for too long might get her noticed, though, and as she had no desire to have to get dressed again any time soon, she turned to go back to the table, smiling at Pete. "Sammy's walking the plank out there. I think I saw snow sharks."

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steeljawbreaker
2011-02-03 06:57 pm UTC (link)

"Hmmm, yeah. Don't want people to blow our cover by asking questions." The kiss paused the ranting, and he was glad for it, smiling as he followed her to sit down, carrying two glasses of milk. When she said how much she liked him ranting like that he laughed to himself a bit, his cheeks tinting a little as he sniffed at the air above breakfast. "Thank you for cooking."

When Paige's attention moved to the window, he watched her, fairly sure she would explain where the sound had come from without him having to follow her. He nearly choked on his first sip of water when she mentioned that Sam was wandering around outside, his eyes bugging a little as he looked back in the direction of the window, as if he could see over the distance and through the remainder of the blinds. "Sam's out there?" There was a pause before he added. "How long do you think he's been hanging around outside?"

Oh God, how loud had they been? He flushed even more brightly as he looked to the side, the gears turning as he actually tried to remember.

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under_my_skin
2011-02-03 07:15 pm UTC (link)

Paige hadn't even really thought that far. She'd been too hung up on the fact that the twins seemed to be having the time of their lives, and how good that was for them. Once Pete brought the question up, though, her eyes widened and she looked at him. Hopefully not too long.

"I... I didn't hear them before?" It wasn't much, but it was something, right? "I'm usually pretty good at hearing the twins' voices. Even from a distance." But maybe not when she was so very distracted.

Pete was bright red, and she chewed on her lip, glancing toward the bedroom. They'd been in the bathroom for a while. She shook her head. "I don't think they... heard anything. Not unless they were standin' right outside the trailer, and I... Sam ain't dumb. He wouldn't just be hanging around out there with the twins if he knew he might hear something he don't want to."

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steeljawbreaker
2011-02-04 04:16 am UTC (link)

Pete started shoving omelet in his mouth, as if that would make everything better and all the doubt of their situation go away. At the very least it was occupying his mouth with something other than words, which was a start. After a few seconds of chewing, his expression perked up, his eyebrows arching as he looked down at his plate.

"Mm!" The murmur was enthusiastic, the chewing slowing a bit so he could enjoy the mass he currently had a little longer. It wasn't surprising that the omelet was so good, after all, Paige had cooked several times before and it was never a disappointment.

When he swallowed, he gathered the courage to get up and head to the window to peek out, though he brought the plate with him, picking off a piece of it with his fork on the way and offered it to her when he was close enough. His gaze followed hers to where the kids were playing and he smiled. "I don't think they'd notice anything."

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under_my_skin
2011-02-05 05:41 pm UTC (link)

She pulled her attention away from the piracy on the lawn to watch as Pete took a bite of the omelet. He seemed to like it, and she smiled, standing to go grab her own plate before another shout on the lawn made her turn to peek again. Pete was moving then, coming to join her at the window, and she opened her mouth to take the offered omelet, chewing thoughtfully as he looked out at the twins.

"Yeah, I don't think they would," she agreed, reaching to steal his fork and then steal some more of his food. Going back to grab hers from the table was an option, but it was so much easier to just eat what was right in front of her. "I don't think they did, either."

She broke off another piece of omelet and ate it, looking up at him as she chewed. Smiling, she shook her head. It had been at least a year and a half of wanting exactly what was happening just then. Maybe not omelets specifically, but the rest of it... in some ways, it was surreal that it was happening at all. She reached up to snag more from his plate, popping it into her mouth with a smile.

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steeljawbreaker
2011-02-06 03:14 am UTC (link)

"Well, I'm certainly not going to ask." He scoffed a little then cleared his throat, waiting for the redness to die down once again before he took another bite of his omelet, which was apparently quickly becoming Paige's.

"Heeeeey." Pete offered as much of a whine as he could muster, his mouth hanging open to drag out the vowel as long as it would go before pursing his lips a bit at her. That lasted for all of two seconds before he leaned in to steal a kiss, then moved the plate to the other side of his body as if she couldn't reach it. Or as if he wouldn't let her have more if she looked like she wanted it. Still, his look dared her to do it, though bluffing was never his strong suit.

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under_my_skin
2011-02-06 03:52 am UTC (link)

"Please don't," she requested, smiling as she stole another piece of omelet. Sharing was good, and when he whined about it, she rolled her eyes. The grin came back when he moved the plate to the other side of his body, and she shook her head, meeting his eyes.

"You don't want to play this game, Pete," she advised, not breaking eye contact. "I grew up with nine siblings. I'm gonna win." She nodded solemnly, breaking eye contact just long enough to check the position of the plate, before meeting his eyes again.

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steeljawbreaker
2011-02-06 06:24 am UTC (link)

"No worries." He promised with a laugh, knowing that as awkward as having an internet conversation with Sam about wanting to date his sister had been awkward enough. He also easily recalled the fact that Sam didn't want details, and imagined that questioning him in regard to something like that certainly counted. Vague was good.

"I-" His mouth opened as if he had a retort, staring back at her before his eyebrows went up as if he realized that he really had nothing to say about it, or just that she was right and he was absolutely no match, and conceded, moving the plate back within reach. "Just remember this when you're more fueled than I am later." That was enough of a threat, he thought, looking a little smug about it as he plucked a mushroom off the plate and ate it.

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under_my_skin
2011-02-06 06:55 am UTC (link)

She didn't break eye contact when he opened his mouth to reply. Paige could do the stare-down. In fact, it was one of her skills. It came in handy so very often in life, be it during school or at home... or especially now that she had to play mommy to the littles as often as she did. Pete finally realized that the game was over before it had really even begun, and she smiled as he brought the plate back around.

"I'll keep it in mind," she laughed, reaching for more of the omelet. Even if she did end up eating most of his, hers was still sitting over on the table. It would all even out eventually. And if either of them were still hungry, he had enough food in the trailer to more than take care of the problem. It was a non-issue just then. She chewed thoughtfully, tilting her head and smiling as she asked, "What exactly are you thinking I'd need to be fueled for?"

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steeljawbreaker
2011-02-06 07:32 am UTC (link)

"Shoveling the roof." Pete replied without missing a beat, though he realized that didn't make much sense after he'd said it. It was the first thing to come to mind, and hadn't Paige said she liked it when he did that. Still, he looked sheepish and shook his head. "Yeah, I have no idea what that was, but I did notice that the number of kissmarks on the left side of your neck sort of outnumbers the ones on the right, and I thought that, as a good boyfriend, I should remedy that."

He nodded for a few seconds, and watched her as if he were gauging whether or not she was buying it, but knew it didn't really matter. "You know, so it matches."

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under_my_skin
2011-02-06 07:53 am UTC (link)

Paige laughed at his response, hand going to her face to cover the laughter. Shoveling the roof. Of course, how could she have not remembered their plans to shovel the roof later? The laughter subsided as he continued, but her smile widened when he referred to himself as a good boyfriend. Pete was her boyfriend. Maybe sometime that thought would get old, but for then it was still definitely very new and very great. She bit down lightly on her lower lip as she considered his proposition.

"Y'know..." she reached for some more of the omelet before continuing, "I do this thing where I can just get rid of it all and even it out out that way. Blank slate." She waved vaguely at her neck before smiling again. "'Course that ain't nearly as much fun..."

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steeljawbreaker
2011-02-06 08:04 am UTC (link)

Pete's eyes moved to her neck and stayed there for enough time that it was obvious the gears were turning. The gradual arch of his eyebrows made it even more apparent that the ideas forming were considerably less goofy and innocent as shoveling the roof, and a few seconds later he reinforced that fact by speaking.

"Well, you know..." His free hand moved to pluck lightly at her collar, as if inspecting his own handiwork. "I wouldn't mind starting from scratch. Second time's a charm." He looked thoughtful for a second. "Wait. Doesn't the saying say third time's a charm?" He sighed lightly, shrugging. "I guess this means we need to try two more times."

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under_my_skin
2011-02-06 08:28 am UTC (link)

She continued to smile as he looked at her neck, apparently examining it... or maybe just enjoying his handiwork. When he spoke and reached for her collar, her eyes followed his hand, then went back up to his face. Her smile spread to a grin again when he corrected himself, and she nodded. It was definitely third time.

"Guess so," she sighed, reaching to tuck her hair back behind her ear. Snagging the last piece of omelet from his plate, she popped it into her mouth, waiting until she'd chewed and swallowed before asking, "So... clean slate. then?"

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