pansymalfoy (pansymalfoy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-26 22:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, pansy malfoy, peter parker (spider-man) |
He was going full bore with trying to make her feel extra special tonight.
Who: Peter and Pansy
Where: Their place
When: July 20th, 2013
What: Peter tells Pansy he’s going to Geneva, with his ex, for a work thing.
Rating: High Language, Pansy's freaking out, leads off with innuendo...
Status: Complete
Peter rubbed at his forehead as he collapsed into the couch, tossing the phone onto the coffee table knowing full well that Pansy was probably about to kill him. He looked around, and thought a moment, before hopping up to his feet and making his way into the kitchen. She was in the shower, when he got the email from Gwen, and read the memo, and was still in there now. So he quickly went to work on getting out some ice cream, and some brownies. He heat those up, plopped them into bowls, and dumped the ice cream out onto each one before grabbing a bottle of chocolate syrup. He poured it onto both ice cream and brownies. He knew she’d be out shortly.
He then rubbed at the back of his head a bit, trying to figure out just how to bring this up to her. He was going full bore with trying to make her feel extra special tonight. Why? Because the mention he broke the news, she was going to kill him. And damn it if he wasn’t certain she was going to figure out he was up to something when he presented her with treats and a back massage.
Pansy was thrilled to have a few minutes to shave her legs in the shower. So much of her shower time lately had been spent with Peter, blow jobs and fucking against the cold tile wall. Not that she didn’t love that, but it was nice to be able to soak up the steam and make sure every stray hair on her body was shaved away.
She finally came out of the shower, in her terry cloth robe, hair a drippy mess, and broke into a grin at the sight of him with the brownies and ice cream. “What’s the occasion?” ...she hadn’t forgotten an anniversary, had she?
Peter smiled when she appeared, it was a bit forced of course knowing full well she was about to hate him. He picked up the bowl and moved towards her, handing her the bowl and kissing her cheek and then her neck some, “No occasion. Just happy to have the most beautiful and lovely woman living with me and as my girlfriend.”
He let her take her bowl and led her towards the couch, letting her sit down before moving around behind her, and then pulled her robes back to reveal her shoulders. He began to slowly rub her shoulders as she ate, massaging and kneading as he raised a brow, “How are you feeling, love?”
Pansy accepted the bowl and raised an eyebrow. She let him lead her to the sofa and sat down, then closed her eyes at the feel of his hands on her shoulders. “...am I forgetting something? It’s not like, exactly a certain number of months since our first date, is it?” ...roundabout way of checking if she’d forgotten an anniversary.
“...or is there bad news coming?” That was the only other reason he’d be so... adorable and romantic. Not that he wasn’t normally, but they’d sort of passed that phase...?
He kept massaging, kneading at it before leaning in to kiss at her ear, and neck, then sighed when she asked the inevitable question. He leaned back as he continued to massage, thinking on it a moment and shrugged, “No... just that Stark Industries is sending me and some others away for a week or two, not sure how long yet, to Geneva, Switzerland. Tony wants us to check out the Large Hadron Collider and figure out how to appropriately bring it to life with Stark tech, and to gather what information from it we can ourselves...”
Pansy turned a little to look over her shoulder at him. “That’s... great?” She was excited for him--it was a great move, wasn’t it? Getting to go and do some crazy awesome work stuff? But it meant he was going to be away for... “Wow, two whole weeks?” She asked, the smile she’d tried to force at his news falling.
“Yea, but, you know, it won’t be too bad or anything. It’s just... well,” he sighed and rubbed at the back of his head now as he watched her, “The partner he’s sending me with is uhm... uh...” God why could it not have been Bruce? Or the fucking janitor for godsake? He watched her with a raised a brow, “You know I love you with all of my heart right...? But he’s sending me with Gwen...”
The smile she’d forced was gone. She was looking into his eyes, now frowning. “...what?” This had to be some sort of sick joke, right? He was going with the blonde... the perky... the ex-girlfriend who was blonde and perky and adorable and smart and pretty much everything Pansy was not. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“It’s just a business trip, Pansy, and I literally just found out about it. She e-mailed me, and then I checked my work email and there it was. It’s kind of a ‘no ifs, ands, or buts about it’ sort of thing, I can’t just not go... he’d kill me, you know? I’d lose my job...”
He rubbed at his temples before smiling as he leaned in to kiss her softly, “I promise it’s nothing more than a business trip, I don’t even really want to go. I mean, sure, I do because it’s the LHC and kind of a big deal to science nerds like me, but really I don’t want to go with her I just have to.”
Pansy closed her eyes and sighed. She was counting in her head. This was just plain not fair. They’d just moved in. They were still in their Honeymoon-new-apartment phase, and Pansy really didn’t want to have to pile a bunch of crap on there worrying about Peter off with his ex. Not that she really had to worry, right? Heh. But she did. Because Gwen got there first, and she was all boobs and lips and hair. And Pansy was like... hips and awkward pudge, and overbite. Or underbite. Or something wonky with her nose.
“You have to go. It’s a big deal, and it’s going to be super exciting, and... don’t fret about me. Just... don’t worry about Gwen. Just go and have fun and... work. Hard work.” She couldn’t even wrap her brain around it. “...is it just her? Or is it a big group?” Pleasesaybiggroup, pleasesaybiggroup...
He looked back into her eyes and kissed her softly, his forehead against hers as he stroked his fingers down along her cheek. He watched her a moment, then kissed her once more, “Pansy, all I plan on doing there is working and geeking out over the LHC. That is it. I’m going to spend anymore time with her than I have to, you can be assured of that...”
He then frowned, grimacing a bit, “Just her as far as I can tell, at least in the memo. I’m sure Pans, I’ll make it up to you... back massages for like, a month straight. Foot massages. Any kind of sex you want, anytime you want. Hell I’ll call out sick from work if I have to. I’ll buy you flowers and girly things and all of the burgers and pizzas money can buy.”
Pansy was still frowning. She liked the kisses, how could she not? But she didn’t like this whole situation. “I swear, Peter Parker, if you so much as look at her while you’re there...” She climbed up off the sofa, depositing the bowl onto the coffee table. “I just hate that I can’t... that I don’t...” She gave a frustrated grunt and tugged her robe a little more tightly around herself.
“It’s a business trip, Pete, you don’t have to make it up to me. You gotta do what you gotta do, just don’t... Shit, I don’t know.” She didn’t even know what she was saying anymore. She was just thinking about that stupid blonde girl with the eyelashes.
“Pansy, do you trust me or not? Because nothing’s going to happen. She threw me under the bus, threw me away, and stormed out of my life. I don’t want her back, I want you and that’s why I’m living with you. She’s already back, Pansy, and here I am living with you, sleeping with you, being in love with you.”
He moved towards her and wrapped his arms around her as he tugged her close, staring back into her eyes, “I love you, Pansy, not her and that’s not going to change. Got it? So please, please stop letting this get to you, and before you say it’s not? It is, and I can tell... why do you let it bother you so much? And if you say it’s because she’s prettier than you again, I’m going to drag you, naked, in front of a mirror and show you just how hot you are. Because you are pure sexy.”
“I’ve never done this before.” Pansy said, letting him wrap his arms around her. Hers were still wrapped around herself. “I’ve never been so... invested. In anyone else. I fucking love you more than anything, and the idea that she might... that she could possibly swoop in and... I don’t know. Make waves? Be a mess? You loved her once. You could love her again? I think? I don’t know because I’ve never loved anyone like this. The way that I love you.” The idea that she could lose him was so absolutely terrifying for her, she couldn’t even put it into words.
“You’re not going to lose me, Pansy, got it? She’s not going to swoop in, she had her chance and she gave it up. I love you now, and you’re all I love and all that I want. That’s a fact, alright? Absolutely love you, Pansy, and I’m not going to do anything to ever give that up, got it?” He kissed her and then looked back into her eyes, “You mean the world to me, Pansy. I did love her once, but I don’t love her anymore and I never will again. So long as I’ve got you beside me.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Pansy said. She was looking up into his eyes, but she wasn’t smiling. “I’m staying right here.” God Damnit. It was left off the end of that sentence, but it hung in the air. Meaning, even if he came back from his trip thinking the world of that bleached blonde bimbo, Pansy wasn’t moving. She wasn’t going to leave quite so easily. She swallowed once. “When do you leave?”
“Not sure yet, but I think it’s sometime next week according to the memo. I didn’t really read all of the pertinent details as I immediately was annoyed it was Gwen I was going with. Even shot a text off to Tony showing my displeasure of it,” he grinned just a bit, but then rested his forehead against her own as he scanned her eyes.
“And I know you’re not going anywhere, and neither am I. You and I are perfect for one another and I’m not giving that up, beautiful. You’re the only woman I want. Period.”
“Sometime next week,” Pansy repeated with a little nod. She was trying to figure out what she was going to do, how she was going to handle it. “I hope you’ll skype with me every day. Twice a day. Fuck, Peter, I’m gonna miss you.” Her eyes closed and she finally lifted her hands to wrap them around him.
“Good.” She lifted up onto her toes and stole a kiss from his lips. “You’re the only one I want, too. Ever.”
“Yea? What are you going to do without me while I’m gone? Drag your brother over here for parties?” He laughed and kissed her again as he held her close to him, watching her as they swayed a bit, “God I’m going to come home and it’s going to look like a scene out of the Hangover, isn’t it?”
He winked before resting his forehead against hers, “Your ice cream’s melting by the way.”
“More like Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.” Pansy said, trying to break into a grin. She felt a little... awkward. Hopefully they could get over it, hopefully she could get over it. “Ice cream. Right.” She reached for the bowl, then flopped down onto the sofa to eat her ice cream and brownie. “You’re gonna have to help me burn this off later, you know.”
He flopped down next to her and grinned at the comment, “Oh am I? How am I doing that? Giving you reps on a treadmill? Or am I to be your spotter when you’re lifting weights?”
Even as he said it, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV and Playstation, bringing up Netflix and turning on some random movie before wrapping his arm around her shoulders as they sat there. It was more for a bit of background noise while they snuggled a bit, “So how was your day? I see you’re beginning to like your job more and more.”
“I think you can use your imagination.” Pansy settled in against him, snuggling in under his arm as he put on whatever movie was at the top of their queue. Their queue. Not his, not hers, theirs. They were becoming so domestic. Pansy was a little excited by it, a little terrified by it, and loving every moment of it. “I do. With John off dealing with those husks, I was doing a lot more around the office and in the field. It’s really good work. Red Planet is doing a lot of good things for good people.”
“Is it? Well that’s good. Though I still don’t know exactly what it is you guys do, or why it’s called Red Planet. Your HQ on Mars or something?” He laughed as he nudged her, then frowned as he watched the TV, “I just want to know that it’s not dangerous for you to be doing, and that you’re safe while doing it...” He grinned while watching her, leaning in then to kiss her lips ever so softly.
“You’ve also been given a lot of reign pretty quickly, you must be quite impressive...”
Pansy gave a little shrug. “Red Planet because... I don’t know. It feels like we do a little bit of everything. He’s still doing PI kind of work, you know? That’s what I’m most interested in. But he’s also got this side of the business that seeks out good people and helps them with their work. Charity work, and stuff like that. I do a little bit of everything. I still have no idea how he found me, but I think John and I make a pretty good team.”
He frowned a bit and looked over towards her, “PI work? As in Private Investigator? That’s... a bit dangerous isn’t it? I mean, it could really make some enemies, put you in harm’s way, I don’t know if you really should be doing that kind of work. It’s just, well, you know what I mean right? The other stuff, charity work and that, that sounds promising, completely promising.”
Pansy actually snorted into her bowl of ice cream. “I think you seriously underestimate me, Peter.” She said, swirling her spoon around. “And you underestimate him, too. But honestly, nothing’s going to come up. We just do... I don’t know. Not dangerous stuff. It’s busy work most of the time. And I’ve always got my wand on me.”
“Just busy work? Last I checked investigations are generally not requiring of busy work, it’s a lot of tracking down not-so-good people, snapping photos of them, creating opportunities to put their lives and livelihoods in danger; which, if caught, will make you an instant enemy of those same people, which, in turn, then makes you a target for those you’re investigating. I could be wrong, sure, but I’ve watched TV and I don’t need you being blown up when you slip into your car.”
He nudged her a moment, “And I don’t know him, so I can’t really just ‘estimate’ him, and I’d rather cautiously underestimate someone I don’t know, than heedlessly overestimate him. Right, your wand... just, well, what good’s a wand going to do if when you turn your key the car goes boom?”
"Tracking things down means a lot of time spent with microfiche, finding birth and death certificates, marriage certificates, things like that. Sure, we do some in the field work, but it's never like you imagine. It's a whole lot of waiting around and very little pay off."
She shook her head a little. "No one's going to make my car explode. Half the time I don't even drive to work anymore. I just apparate."
“It’s not the point, Pansy. The point is, the job could create people who might want to hurt you, or worse, and I don’t want you hurt or … worse. I’m just saying I’d rather him doing the brunt of the field work, and you doing the charity and behind the scenes stuff, I don’t want you to become a target or something like that. I love you, and if something were to happen to you... “ He just let that trail off.
“Don’t be silly, Peter. Honestly. It’s not going to create people who want to hurt me. Any job could create people who want to hurt anyone.” She said, then reached forward and set her ice cream down. She turned to him, swinging her legs up and into his lap so she could cuddle close. “Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m fine.” She was more worried about him on that stupid business trip with the blonde hussy.
“I’m sorry, but while you can create enemies anywhere, the chances of me creating an enemy working behind the scenes in my own lab, compared to you sending people to jail or providing evidence for fair divorce, I think you win in the possibility of creating enemies. Just saying. Janitors aren’t creating enemies as much as Private Investigators...” He shook his head, with a chuckle, before giving her a nudge.
“But really, I know you say that, but a lot of people say that... and they’re not fine.”
“Let’s not talk about my job right now, all right?” Pansy said, somewhat darkly. “You’re the one who’s going to be gone for two weeks with that--on that trip.” She stopped herself saying something she might regret. Only just barely. “At least my job doesn’t include ex-boyfriends who are obviously still in love with me.”
He sighed and shook his head, “Yes, because me being in Geneva with my ex girlfriend is the same thing as you chasing down potential criminals who have potential records, yes. Because she’s dangerous. She’s just an ex girlfriend, and it’s hardly like I’m going to be just spending every waking moment with her, it’ll be no different than it is now, except in Geneva rather than at Stark Industries. She’s not going to hit on me, Pansy, and even if she did? It’s not going to work, and you know what? I’m beginning to get real tired of your mistrust...”
He frowned as he pushed himself up off the couch and towards the kitchen, “The fact you think I’d do anything is just downright insulting.”
“I don’t think you’d do anything.” Pansy said, frowning. She stood up, too, and grabbed her bowl along the way. “It’s just... I hate that we’ve only just moved in. We’re supposed to be on our honeymoon phase thing. And... and she’s going to get to spend more time with you in Switzerland than I get to spend with you here.” She dropped the bowl into the sink. Okay, she carefully set the bowl in the sink, then turned to lean against it and folded her arms across her chest.
“...not to mention that she’s fucking adorable to boot.”
“Then if you don’t think I’d do anything why are you so worried about where I’m going, and with who? If you know me, and you trust me, then you shouldn’t be worried at all who I’m going with. You shouldn’t care, because you should know that nothing’s going to happen. Period. What’s more, I’m going to be gone for, maybe, two weeks. That’s it. We’ve had a month, and we’ll have the rest of our lives when I get back, and as far as I’m concerned? Our honeymoon phase is never ending...”
He then moved towards her and took her hands, “Enough. I’m tired of that too, what happened to the confident girl who basically pushed me towards a date? I was too shy to even think of asking your number, or for a date, or to make the first move--all of it was you, you were the first in all of that. You thought you were hot enough then, now you keep pulling this ‘but she’s so pretty’ thing, like that matters. Why are you so insecure about it? She’s blonde, you’re dark haired, is that it? Or is it because you think she and I have similar interests? Yea, we do, except one thing--each other. And I think that’s a pretty basic interest to have similarly between two consenting adults.”
He rested his forehead against hers, “I love you, and no one else, and I hate that I keep telling you that and you don’t believe it. Because it proves I haven’t done enough to show you that.”
“I love you, too.” Pansy released his hands and lifted hers to wrap up and around his neck, one hand instantly going to tangle in his hair. Her eyes fell closed and she simply stood there against him. “I do believe it. I’m just... I don’t know, maybe I’m PMSing or something. I’ve just... I’ve never had this much to lose before. It’s terrifying. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
For the first time in Pansy’s life, she had something to lose. Something important. Something that made her life complete. Sure, she’d had Draco before. And friends, and her (adopted) parents... but she’d never had a love like this. It was so powerful that it hurt sometimes. Now that she had it, she couldn’t live without it.
“I feel the same way, Pansy, and do you think you’re going to lose me? I mean really, really in your heart do you feel I’m going to leave you? Because if you do believe me, then Pansy you know I’m not going to leave you, not for Gwen, not for anyone, and especially not for anything. If someone doesn’t want me with you? They’d have to kill me first... and last I checked you don’t have any crazy stalkers like that,” he brushed his fingers over her cheek before holding her lips against his as he kissed her.
Then pulled back, “Now please, Pansy, you have to trust me. Trust me to make the right decisions.”
Pansy closed her eyes for a moment, resting her forehead against his. She nearly purred when he brushed his fingers over her cheek, then returned his kiss very gently. “All right. I do.” She gave a deep sigh. “I trust you. You know I do. I trust you with my life, my heart, everything.”
And she kissed him again.
Peter kissed her back and smirked before raising a brow, “Good, so no more of this worried about what’s going to happen thing? We’re living together now, I mean sure we’re not married but in reality? We should most definitely consider ourselves locked up pretty tightly. Kind of in this for the long haul... I know it’s rough having to see only me naked, but you’re going to have to get used to it.”
He poked her before then leaning in to kiss her, pulling her up against him, before lifting her up off the counter and towards the bedroom, “Now, we have some activities to get out of the way before I leave...”