dorcas b. meadowes is kicking ass and taking names (eadowes) wrote in fourteenshades,
"Like you'd actually want to." Dorcas replied, moving away only for a second to tip the last bit of the cigarette into the cup and then she was back tucked against Peter's side. "Stop trying to squirm away, accept the love for once. Enjoy the affection, Petey. You secretly want to. I'm extremely lovable, I'll have you know. Plus, I've just been through two traumas, the second being relocated to a magical village and I'm clinging to the familiar. You're the familiar in this scenario, just FYI. Five minutes, I promise, then I'll be out of your hair and you can sort the fruit, or shine the fruit, or paint a still life of the fruit. Whatever you and the fruit do." Dorcas said, head resting against his shoulder once more, arm tucked securely around his. "Just let's be normal, for like five minutes." The last bit was said in a steady voice, tone still light and teasing because Dorcas was doing her thing, she was being fine, but that was what she wanted. She didn't want to be a burden, but she did want five more minutes and she didn't want Peter to leave. Not just yet, not for another five minutes at least.