Enigma ~The Riddler's Daughter (_enigma) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-12-25 06:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | enigma, spider-man |
Who: Effie Nashton and Peter Parker (narrative gdoc)
What: Celebrating Christmas
Where: Their Penthouse, NYC, NY
When: December 25th
Rating: Medium - threats of violence and suggestive language.
Effie hummed along with the carols that were softly playing on the tv, one of the balcony windows open to allow in fresh, snowy air. She shivered, her tiny skirt blowing in the breeze coming through the window. She was waiting for Peter to come home from rounds, taking the night off from being Sparrow in order to cook their Christmas Eve dinner before she went to mass later that night.
She yawned, taking a seat next to the tree before laying back against the softer presents, staring up at the night sky and the snow fall through the wall of windows that made up the ‘balcony’, humming softly, her eyes slowly drifting closed as she fell asleep under the tree.
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Peter arrived in the balcony and grinned as he pulled off his spider-man mask. He grinned at Effie. “Merry Christmas,” he said. “This places looks great, and it smells great.” He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss.
“I’m going to change,” he said. He stepped inside the bedroom and started to change.
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Her eyes fluttered open as he spoke and she yawned. “Happy Christmas,” she said, kissing him back before pouting. “But I like you in that!” she called after him. “I can see everything,” she muttered with a blush, sitting up...and promptly finding herself tangled in the tree. “Oh...bother,” she muttered, trying to untangle her long hair from the tree branches.
Nightwing pranced over to his owner, staring at the problem for a moment...before ‘helping’ by trying to eat the tangled strands of hair.
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“See, and you claim to be so innocent,’ he said, grinning.
He came back out of the bedroom wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt, the small tiffany’s box in a small bag in his hand. He noticed she was tangled in the tree and he made his way over to her, helping to untangle her hair.
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“Because I am innocent,” she said, sticking out her tongue at him before pouting as he helped her free her curls. “I should just cut it all off.” She huffed before looking up at him with a small smile. ‘Love you…”
Once free of the evil, evil tree, she leaned over, rooting around in the packages, her hips wiggling as she tried to find the right one, before giving a cheer, sitting back on her legs. “Happy Christmas!” she said, thrusting it at him, almost hitting his nose.
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“I love you hair,” he said. “I like running my fingers through it when we kiss.”
He took the package from her and held out his own. “I hope that you like it. I’m pretty nervous about this one.”
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“Why are you nervous?” she asked, giggling and titling her head. “You know I’ll love anything you give me...but open yours first! And no you cannot ask how much it is or return it!”
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“Because, it’s not like anything I’ve given you before,” he said.
“Okay, okay,’ he said, ripping open the wrapping. His eyes widened a little when he saw the watch. “Wow, this is awesome.” He leaned down and kissed her fiercely for a moment. “Thank you.”
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She beamed, kissing him back, glad he liked the gift...and had no idea what she spent on it. Peter always was touchy about her spending money on him. She wiggled in her seat, eagerly diving into the Tiffany bag, surprised he had splurged so much, but touched at the though.
Plus, she did so love shiny things!
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“So, I know that it’s….. you know, not that long since we got together but it just feels….. right to do this,” he said. He was nervous and babbling a little.
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“You’re babbling more than me-e,” she said, finally pulling the ring box out of the bag. She opened it, blinking down at the ring, then up at him, then at the ring again. “Peter…” She looked up at him. “Are you trying to say something?”
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He moved to get down on one knee. “Yes, I am. I love you…. and I want to spend my life with you. Effie Nashton…. will you marry me?” he asked.
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She stared at him for a long, silent moment before climbing to her feet and leaving the room. She returned a moment later with a gun cocked and aimed at him. “Are you a Skrull? And if so, what have you done with my Peter?”
One could hardly blame her for being a bit...cautious. After all, the last man she had married had been a Skrull...so the idea that this one might also be...well, Effie didn’t want it to be true but she wasn’t going to go through the hassle of another divorce!
Then again, if he was a Skrull, what were the chances he would admit it? Effie bit her lip at that thought, wiggling her cellphone out of her boot and texting a message to Nightwing, her attention never wavering from the possibly Not Really!Peter.
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He put his hands up when she came back with the gun. “It’s me. I promise you. I’m Peter,” he said. He didn’t blame her for being cautious, but this wasn’t exactly how he had wanted this to go.
He let her text whoever she was texting, his hands still up, just hoping that she would find a way to believe it was actually him.
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She stared at him for a moment before lowering the gun. “If you are Peter, then yes! However, if you are not Peter…” she raised the gun again, waving it a bit. “I know how to deal with your kind.”
She then set the gun on a table after making sure the safety was on, tackling him, kissing him all over his face. She would wait until Nightwing got back to her on the whole ‘finding out a Skrull” thing, but until then...
SHE WAS GOING TO MARRY SPIDER-MAN!
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“So you believe that it’s me?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her back deeply. “And you want to marry me?” He hoped that that is what all of this meant.
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“I am undecided and waiting for Nightwing to stop having a social life and get back to me on the Skrull issue,” She smiled up at him. “And yes, if you are really Peter Parker, then I will happily marry you...though probably not by running off to vegas like Tim and I did…”
Mostly because she had been denied the pretty wedding by doing that and then later finding out her husband was an alien from another world...sadly that had put a damper on the second wedding.
Okay so Doom killing said alien put more of a damper on it.
“Mmm, Mrs. Effie Elizabeth Parker...I like it.”
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“Oh no, it won’t be in Vegas. I think we need to go all out for this. Make it a huge event. The best wedding this City has ever seen.”
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“This city has seen Rockefeller's get married,” she pointed out with a giggle before hugging him tightly. “I can’t wait...I think the Archbishop of Boston will still be willing to marry me off, he readily agreed with Timmy.” She kissed Peter’s cheek. “It will be a fairytale come true...if you allow me to pay for everything.”
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“Why would I allow you to pay for everything? It’s….. our wedding. I know that you have money but….. I want to be able to pay for it.”
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“Peter, my dearest, most beloved, I love you...dearly...but you’re poor. You’re a college student while I am the heir of a real estate empire.” She nuzzled his neck. “For once, let me spoil you.”
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“I can take out a loan…….” he said. He sighed. “Fine, I suppose I’d never be able to afford to give you the wedding you want, anyway.”
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“Mmm hmm, and why start our future in debt when I can easily afford it?” she asked, nuzzling his neck. She yelped as Nightwing pounced on them, trying to get at a bow on a present.
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|Because…. I don’t like you having to pay for everything,” he said, shrugging. He took the box and took out the ring, sliding it on to her finger.
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“And I like spoiling mah Petey Wheaty Bunny,” she countered, before admiring the way the ring twinkled in the lights from the tree. “Pretty…” She leaned her head back to kiss him again. “Mine!”
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“I know, I just…. don’t like that you have to,” he said. He smiled and kissed her back. At least the ring was something he had been able to afford himself.
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“Well, one day you’ll be a rich, genius scientist and you’ll have all the money in the world to spoil me with,” she teased, shifting so that she was straddling his legs, her tiny red skirt sliding up. “And until then, I get to spoil you!”
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“I hope that you’re right,” he said, sliding his hands over her hips when she straddled him.
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“Mr. Parker, are you trying to get fresh with little Ms. Santa Claus?” she asked, wiggling her hips.
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“Perhaps,” he said, grinning at her. “Would she be up for that?”
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“Mmm, she might…” she said, licking at his lips before giggling.
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“Anything I can do to convince her?” he asked.
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“Mmm, you could kiss her…” she teased, rubbing her hands over his chest, still wiggling on him, trying to entice him.
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He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
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She kissed him back hungrily, her fingers burying into his hair to keep him pressed against her, pouring all the love and passions he felt for him into the kiss.