spider_nerd (spider_nerd) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-09 19:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | gwen stacy (ghost spider), pansy malfoy, peter parker (spider-man) |
Who: Peter Parker, Pansy Malfoy, Gwen Stacy
When: [backdated] July 31st
Where: Orange County, California, USA and Geneva, Switzerland
What: Skype Conversation
Rating/Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete when Posted
Pansy missed Peter. She missed him like burning. She’d been bored, been lonely, been horny. She’d tossed and turned all night the first night that he was gone. Funny how so little time can make a person so addicted to sleeping next to someone else. Finally she’d gone to the sofa to watch television and had fallen asleep there.
The poor girl.
She waited until an appropriate time to reach him. It was probably around 9pm Switzerland time, meaning it was around 1pm California time. Pansy had the whole afternoon off, and was planning on enjoying it by video chatting with her amazing boyfriend.
She opened up her computer and called him via Skype.
He was actually on his laptop, thankfully, at the time. He was seated out on the balcony, feet up on a table, with the night air bristling through him. The cool air with beautiful mountain background was actually rather brilliant, in fact it was amazing. He had a glass of some alcoholic mix on the table next to him as he typed out his findings along the day earlier.
When he heard and saw the Skype signal come up, he blinked and quickly answered it. The webcam of his laptop likely allowing Pansy to see him, of course, but also the pane glass door behind him and into the room where Gwen was at; whether or not Gwen was actually in the room he was uncertain.
He smirked seeing her face and raised a brow, “Shouldn’t you be at work? Absolutely unprofessional of you, Miss Malfoy.”
Pansy was at home, on her sofa. The kitchen in the background, nothing out of the ordinary here. “I have the afternoon off work.” She said, unable to stop grinning at the sight of his face. “God, it’s good to see you. How are you? What time is it there? Did you have dinner?”
“Yes, I had dinner... it was fondue. Fondue, they really do fondue here and my god... cheese on everything. You’d love it, but really I can’t eat too much of that. But the sausages are good,” he smirked seeing her, then frowned a moment deciding to bring it up before she saw something that might make her question what was going on.
“I’m going to warn you right now, Stark got us one room with two beds. It’s been hell, and I really did not expect to see this much of her. On the bright side, there is a balcony for which I can use to escape. Oh, and it’s 9 O’clock here about, and I’m doing alright. A bit lonely without you, but the view’s nice...”
He turned the computer around and let her look out towards the mountains, “Now, in all fairness, this camera’s not doing it justice. I can assure you of that.”
Pansy nodded a little. She’d had a cheeseburger, but fondue with sausages sounded so much better than... she saw Gwen move in the background, behind Peter’s head, just before Peter mentioned they were sharing a room. Her smile faded a little bit, and she raised an eyebrow.
“...you’re sharing a room? Really?” She asked, eyebrows raised. Then the camera was moving, turned around to the view over the mountains. It really was a lovely view. But Pansy was still stuck on the... “...does she snore?”
“No, she doesn’t snore,” he said as he turned the camera around to face him, “Or at least I’m not sure if she does. I don’t really pay any attention, I usually have my headphones on right up until I pass out with them in. In reality, I don’t sleep much I spend most of the time going over the notes from the day and … my god the thing is beautiful Pansy. You have no idea. It’s... the stuff it does, the readings I’ve gotten from it. I actually feel like this is the threshold to Heaven, I mean it would actually be Heaven only if you were here to bask in the mountains with me as well, but yes it’s amazing.”
Pansy gave a little chuckle. “I wish I was there with you. You have no idea how lonely it is here without you. I was thinking about getting a cat or something, to surprise you when you get home. You’re not allergic, are you?” She asked, playfully. She was doing her best trying to feel happy for him, excited, not jealous of Gwen and lonely without him.
He laughed and raised a brow, “I’m not allergic, no; well, I suppose I have no idea if I am do I? I’ve never had a cat, never really been around one. Doubt I am though. My body seems to have fixed itself of any sort of awkward ailments I’ve had in the past, so if I ever was it’s probably gone.”
He winked towards her before then frowning, “I wish you were here too. It’s pretty difficult thinking about you, and then realizing I can’t just roll over and pull you against me. Also, there’s not much in the way of burgers around here, and so I need someone to grease me up.”
“Ugh, you’re going to be all salad fed when you get home, aren’t you?” Pansy asked, playfully. She wasn’t really serious about the cat. Though, the idea of a tiny kitten running around was kind of a cute one. The brunette on the other side of the Skype connection lifted her legs and hugged her knees, finding that the late July night was feeling a bit too cold for her liking. “I’ll have to grease you up properly when you get home.”
In a moment, Gwen poked her head through the doorway onto the patio. “I’m going to bed, you don’t--oh. Hi, Pansy,” she said, awkwardly, when she realized that Peter was on the computer with his girlfriend. “Uh... you don’t need this light, do you, Peter?”
Peter glanced behind him when the door opened and frowned, staring up at Gwen, “Oh, uh... no I don’t think so. You can go ahead and turn it off. The webcam should pick me up without it. This one in particular, at least.” He then glanced towards the screen feeling all sorts of horrifically awkward. He let them have their awkward ‘hello’, and then waited for Gwen to leave before looking towards Pansy.
“I’m not going to be totally salad fed, but a little. You’ll have to fatten me back up.”
“Okay,” Gwen said, then disappeared back inside. Awkward. She really hadn’t meant to interfere with Peter and Pansy’s phone call. The light went out a moment later.
Pansy was doing her best not to frown. She’d given Gwen a little wave and a forced smile, then simply waited for the two to finish their interaction before turning her attention back to Peter. “I’ll fatten you back up when you get home.” She said, trying to ignore Gwen’s existence. “I wish I was there with you right now.” You know the kinds of things she’d do to him if she was there right now.
“Will you? I don’t know, I don’t wear fat very well. Doesn’t go with this angular face and scrawny features,” he grinned and nodded as she mentioned wanting to be there and raised a brow, “Yea? Well I wish you were here with me right now too. It could be quite nice to lay together and look at these mountains in the cool air. I may have even pushed for a larger room, just for you.”
“I don’t know if I could take two whole weeks away from work. My job isn’t as scientifically awesome as yours is,” Pansy teased. She gave a little sigh, lifting the laptop into her lap and leaning back on the sofa. “Tell me... is Gwen a heavy sleeper?”
He chuckled and shrugged, “I’m sure we could talk him into letting you have two weeks, but uh... yea. She is. Why?” He raised a brow watching her take the moment to readjust her laptop, then turned up his brow while grinning, “You really should be here.”
“I don’t know how I’m going to get through this whole time without at least a little phone sex.” Pansy said, grinning, as she settled onto the sofa. “Or I might have to put on a show for you. Take my laptop into the bedroom and show you just how much I miss you.”
Peter visibly shifted a bit at that, staring back through the camera at her and swallowed a bit while raising a brow, “Oh, really? I uh...” He looked around behind him and noticed Gwen was sleeping then grinned before looking back towards her, “I think I’d feel better too if uh... I knew just how much you missed me.”
Pansy considered it for a moment, then broke into a grin. “All right. Give me a minute.” She lifted the laptop from her lap, and headed back into the bedroom. It only took her a few moments to set it up in the dresser so he had a good view of the bed.
“Good?” She asked, stepping in front of it. “Can you see me?” She asked, lifting her hands to slowly tug her t-shirt up then pull it over her head and toss it aside.
“I can see you perfectly, Pansy. Uh, there should be a remote in the nightstand that can bluetooth to your laptop. I built it, no big deal, I was just messing around. Also kind of installed the software on your laptop... so, uh, it’ll work fine. Anyway, I was just screwing with it, but it should allow you to control camera zoom, sharpness, all of that if you so wish.”
He then blinked, “Not that I’m claiming you have to use it, just you using the camera sort of reminded me and … stuff.” He then grinned, “But yea, I see you fine...” Clearing his throat a moment when she pulled her shirt off.
Pansy grinned. “You knew this was coming, didn’t you?” She said, moving to her nightstand. She pulled out the little remote, and spent another minute getting that set up, then tried it out. She zoomed in on her chest in her black, lace bra. “...I should have known you were going to set something like this up.”
“I actually had no intention of ever using it this way, it was something I wanted to test out before bringing it to work and upgrading it there. So, I just used your computer as the experiment, since mine already has the necessary zooming equipment,” he grinned, “I am not nearly as sexually devious as you think me to be.”
Still he couldn’t help but grin at the image of her breasts being so close and cleared his throat, “Nice bra, by the way.”
“Thanks. It’s new.” She fiddled with the remote and zoomed out again, so he could see her whole body. Then she tugged her pants down and off. Her panties matched the bra. They didn’t leave much to the imagination.
“I find it hard to believe that you don’t think about sex as much as I do.” She climbed up onto the bed, using the remote to make the camera follow her movements.
He swallowed as she stripped and shifted the camera a bit on his lap before turning his brow while she moved up onto the bed and shrugged his shoulders, “Oh I do, but not in such a way that I’m contemplating how to better watch you from Skype.”
He laughed a bit before turning his brow up while watching the way she moved, loving the sight of her body every time he saw her.
Pansy shrugged. “Hey, beggers can’t be choosers. I’d much rather have you here with me right now.” She said, then dropped the remote onto the bed beside her. She reached both hands around behind, unhooked her bra, and trailed it down off her arms.
“Yea, why’s that?” He was obviously intending to get the girl to talk a bit on the dirtier side; after all, he wasn’t there so they had to manufacture the lust in other ways. He grinned as he stared at her body, watching as her breasts were freed when her bra came free, swallowing as he seemed to shift a bit more regularly again, staring a bit wantonly at her.
“And I’m definitely a begger right now.”
“Because.” Pansy brought her own hands to cup those breasts. “...without you here, I have to play with these myself.” Okay, she was only being slightly naughty. Things would get better. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, or how he liked it. They’d never had to do long distance before. But she knew she was horny, and wanted to give him a good show.
“Yea? Well you seem to be doing quite the wonderful job. I’m sure it’s not the first time you’ve had to play with them yourself, Pansy, or maybe not had but at least have... hmm?” He grinned as he watched her, his body becoming a bit more aroused now than he had been before. His computer becoming quite uncomfortable sitting on his lap as he watched her.
Peter didn’t know what he wanted; like stated before, he hadn’t done this sort of thing before and in reality, had no idea what was kosher or not. Really he figured Pansy was more than creative to throw herself into a more than perfect show, he was convinced of that.
Pansy’s critics might have thought her a bit stupid to get him all turned on, then send him off into a hotel room with the cute, blonde ex-girlfriend. But Pansy trusted him, as much as she didn’t like that Gwen character.
She sat down on the bed, leaned back a little, and fiddled with her own nipples. She twisted them gently, gave a gentle hiss and an “ooh” sound. “...No, but I’ve learned a thing or two since we’ve been together. I love it when you trail these off with your teeth...” Her hand trailed down her stomach toward her panties. Then her other hand joined it. She looped her thumbs into the sides of her panties, and tugged them down her hips and off her legs.
Watching as she tugged those panties clear he had to finally set his computer down on the table in front of him so it wasn’t pushing down against the obvious bulge growing in his pants. He didn’t mess with it just yet, instead he managed to just enjoy the show for now, “Yea? I love how those taste myself, and love the way you moan...” Then as her panties came off he grinned wider, “Mmm and there’s my favorite part of you all out in the open.”
Pansy gave a little chuckle. She reached for the remote and zoomed in a little, giving him a fantastic view. One of her hands slipped down between her legs, the other moved back up to one breast. She flopped against the pillow, her body angled so that he could see everything. “That’s your favorite part of me?” She asked, her voice raspy, low and breathy now from the gasping. “...should I be insulted or pleased?”
Peter shifted a bit again and found his hand absentmindedly working around his erection as he rubbed and massaged, watching his beautiful girlfriend, thousands of miles away, playing with herself in the most erotic sort of way. He grinned and raised a brow at her question, “Oh, be flattered. It’s a wonderful part of you, I’m sure you can feel it right now, can’t you?”
He then hesitated a moment, swallowing just a bit before deciding to get a bit bold; which was odd for him to hesitate as they’d been with each other for so long now, but still he was Peter Parker after all, “Pansy. You know, all of our time together... I uh, I’ve never once heard you uh... well considering this is more audio and visual than physical, I figured... well I’ve never heard you talk dirty. Considering you always used to tell me just how ‘naughty’ of a girl you used to be.”
“Talk dirty?” Pansy asked, slowing her hand against herself. She rolled more onto her side to look into the camera. It was several feet away, but she was zoomed in enough that he could see her face fairly clearly. Though, it was a little dark in the room. She probably should have put more lights on. The curtains did wonders to keep the sunshine out.
“What do you mean? What do you want me to say?” She’d done it before, of course. But it felt like Peter wasn’t that kind of guy.
He blinked and shrugged and shook his head, “Nevermind, forget I said anything. I was trying to be... or, well. No it’s fine just uhm... keep doing what you were doing don’t worry about me I’m just saying things that don’t need, nor are meant, to be said. That’s all.” He waved it off, feeling remarkably stupid now, realizing that he needed to stop trying to be bold because that’s not who or what he was. Trying to be sexy never worked for him.
He grinned at her shyly, “Forget it, it’s really just fine.”
“No, really.” Pansy sat up a little. Her face was out of the shot for a moment before she grabbed the remote to move the camera again. That thing was handy, by the way. “I want to do what you like. If you want me to... I figured we could... I don’t know.” She’d never done this before, and it was making her a little crazy. “I don’t know, Pete. I’m just... winging it here. I’ve never had to do this before.”
“Pansy, seriously, I was just being dumb. Lost in the moment kind of thing. You’re doing what I like, I like you and your body and... come on we’re good. It’s me, you know me right? I was just being a bit out of character for a moment, for me... and yea, wing it. I like it better with you winging it. No point in uh plotting it out huh? That’d be no fun.”
He swallowed a bit before raising a brow realizing he was probably fucking this whole thing up because he was Peter Parker, and that was what he did. “Seriously, uh just forget it. I just want you in anyway I can have you. That’s all.”
It probably would have been easier if Pansy had had phone sex before. But, of course, she hadn’t. Why would she? She’d never had a relationship before. Every time she’d had sex before Peter, it’d been in the moment. And now she was finding that they planned things. They were romantic. They were secretive. They were... whatever this was.
“Now I...” She flopped down against the pillow, frowning. “I feel like I’m not...” She wanted to wrap the covers around herself now. “Like I’m not doing this right.” She turned back toward the camera. “...I hate that I’m not there with you.”
“You’re doing fine, I’m just being an idiot. I don’t know what’s ‘right’ or ‘not right’ it’s not like I’ve ever done this before and it’s not like it has to be complex right? Just... go with it I guess. I think winging it is absolutely perfect, I was just trying to be bold and then realized I was being an idiot because now I’ve fucked it all up.”
He sighed and just leaned back and then looked at her, “And I wish you were here too, but I’ll be home eventually, Pansy. Look, obviously I’ve never really been good at this thing so, look, just go with it. If you’re uh, not in the mood now I definitely understand and god knows it’s really my fault. Whatever, it’s all fine.”
Pansy took a moment to stare at him through the internet and thousands of miles. She watched the breeze ruffle his hair, and imagined her fingers running through it. She saw the tilt of his jaw, and imagined kissing her way down his neck. Before she knew it, her hands were moving again against herself. Almost as if they had a mind of their own.
“I’m still in the mood.” She whispered, looking into his eyes. It was hard through computer screens and glasses and everything else, but she could see them. “...you know what I’d want you to do to me if you were here right now?”
Peter almost asked if she was sure, and not just saying that, but the way her hands moved and the way her eyes looked he assumed she was; what’s more, she was beautiful and gorgeous and all of that and really how could he, himself, ever not be in the mood? He gazed at her body as she removed the covers again and licked his lips, “No, I have no idea. What’s that?”
Pansy made sure he had a good view once more. She clicked the little remote to make sure the camera was positioned perfectly. “...I’d want your hands all over my body.” She squeezed her breast, flicking her fingertips against her nipple, then squeezing it when it formed a hard little nub. “And then your mouth on my boobs.”
“Yea?” He grinned and watched her as she continued to toy with her breasts, watching her nipple as she twisted and touched it. Licking his lips he was again finding his hand massaging the bulge in his pants as he swallowed, “Mmm, fuck Pansy you’re hot to watch.”
He continued to massage while watching her, adjusting his laptop so he could get a fuller view of those breasts as she squeezed at them, “Such a naughty girl Pansy. Look at what you tempt me to do.” He joked as he watched her.
She was breathing a bit harder now. “Oh? I am a naughty girl.” She said, swirling her fingers around herself. Her leg moved so that it was between her center and the camera, but she was able to move it back again, giving him a full view. “...Next I’d take your head, and push it down into my lap. I want you to lick me. The way you’re so good at.”
He groaned at the idea of her wetness in his mouth and on his tongue again and he began to massage a bit more, even undoing his pants a moment to reach in and rub at himself through the fabric of his boxers. Muscles flexed and he breathed heavily while watching her.
“Fuck, I think uhm... I think I’d like to taste you again Pansy. Oh you always taste so sweet and warm...”
“Of course... one fair turn deserves another,” Pansy said. She dipped her fingers down to push them inside of herself, and whimpered with want. It didn’t take that much to get her going again. Her eyes were now half-lidded, but bright. “...I’d make you stop before I came so that I could kiss my way down your body.” She pinched one of her nipples again. “Then I’d take your cock in my mouth.”
He groaned more now, feeling his body shift as he listened to her. His muscles clenched and his body curled with need as he looked around to make sure no one was really able to be watching, before he began to peel off his own shirt now, and undid his pants to push them down as well. “God, look at what you’re making me do in a public space Pansy Malfoy. You’re a tease...”
He licked his lips though as she fingered herself, listening to her words causing him to let out a breath as he gripped at his erection through those boxers once more, obviously trying to hold off from pulling it out.
“You want to. Just imagine. If you were here, I’d have you in my mouth. I’d be sucking your hard length.” Was this what he meant by dirty talk? “Go on, Peter. It’s only fair if you enjoy yourself as much as I am.” She said, closed her eyes, and continued to pump her fingers in and out of herself, growing wetter and wetter by the moment.
Peter found himself groaning at her words and shifted a moment before swallowing in a bit of hesitation and fear, before finally pushing his boxers down and revealing his length. He wrapped his hand around it and began to slide his hand up and down it, pumping at it as he tried to match the rhythm of her own pumping fingers on the screen.
He swallowed and chuckled, “Oh fuck...” Groaning some, “Pansy I can just imagine your mouth on me. Thinking of how wet and warm it’d be as you sucked, and god it’s so hot.”
“It’d be hot, all right,” Pansy said, warmth spreading through her. She spread her legs a bit better, giving him a fantastic view of what she was doing to herself. It felt absolutely amazing though it would have been so much better if he was actually there. “Hot, tight, wet. I’d swirl my tongue around the tip of your cock before swallowing it down deep.” She said, breaking into a grin at the words. “Then I’d force you down onto the bed and climb on top of you.”
Peter blinked and began to stroke that erection a bit faster, his hand gripping tightly as he watched the way her fingers spread herself and pushed into her. He could actually see the glistening wetness on her fingers and groaned a bit louder as he watched her, “God you look so hot right there Pansy. That’s it... fuck. Mmm I love it... and I wish I was there to fuck you.”
He groaned still as he watched her, his body eager for the sort of interaction only Pansy could give him, but right now he’d take this if it was all he could get from her. And god he loved her words as well.
“I’d ride you hard,” Pansy was breathing. Moaning. Writhing. She stopped to gasp for a moment, slowing her fingers just a little so she wouldn’t finish too soon. She wanted to make sure this was a long show, not just a quickie. “Up and down on that rock-hard cock of yours. Harder and faster until we both couldn’t take it anymore.”
He continued to stroke with passion, before noticing the way she slowed her own movements and followed suit, which was of course torture, driving him absolutely nuts. This just wasn’t enough, he suddenly wanted to bury his face between her legs, or his hips between hers, he just wanted to be inside of her in some way, to taste and feel her. He groaned as he watched and laughed at her words that aroused him so much.
“God, Pansy... don’t stop baby. You sound so hot right now.”
Pansy sped up. She could hear the little quiver in his voice, she knew how much he was enjoying it. She cupped and groped her breast with her hand, hard, and dove her fingers in, swirling around and against her clit every time. “And I’d put your hand against me. To rub my clit as I fucked you,” she breathed, toes curling. “God, to feel your cock inside me. So hard, so big, so deep. So, so deep...” She was having trouble with the words now, her body quaking with want. “...Pete, I’m gonna come...”
“Fuck, Pansy you have no idea how badly I want it inside of you right now...” He wanted it buried so deep that he could feel it convulsing around him as she came. And he heard her then, heard her getting close, and immediately began to stroke faster, pulling himself towards that inevitable end and grinned as his body grew tense and groans slid from his throat so easily, “Fuck... mm that’s it Pansy. Come for me, come with me.”
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, Goddddd,” Pansy moaned, writhing, then cried out as she came. Her whole body went rigid, her hand still working frantically between her legs, then it slowed and she began to unclench. What she wouldn’t give to have him there with her, to feel his release inside her, to collapse against him on the bed, gasping and shuddering.
Peter watched her and then as she began to come, watching as her body threw itself through the throes of passion and orgasm, Peter felt his own body go tense and his breathing grew sharp as he gasped for more, “Fuck... I’m... --” He couldn’t even finish the words before he came as well, shooting all over his chest and stomach as his body continued to jerk in passion.
“Fuck... fuck....” He came a second time and then felt himself slowly relaxing.
Pansy was breathing hard, body shuddering with pleasure. Moans escaped her as she came down from that, hand still moving against herself. when she’d had just a moment to relax, she sped her hand up again coaxing a second release, a second climax out of her own body. It kept her moaning and gasping, still putting on that fantastic show for him.
Peter actually blinked in surprise as she kept herself going and laughed lustfully as he watched with full desire. He kept his eyes latched onto her body, and her breasts, and now her hand moving in a way to keep her orgasms coming harder. He just leaned back and watched with pure lust and licked his lips, “Fuck Pansy... someone’s really been horny.”
She whimpered as she came down, moaning gently, absolutely pleased and enjoying herself through to the very end. A little chuckle escaped her as she slowed her breathing, then she released her own body, stretched her arms up over her head, and pointed her legs and toes in a huge stretch--as if releasing the pleasure that was wound up so tightly in all of her muscles. “What can I say? You’re not here to fuck me. I’m all pent up.”
“You seem like it, and unfortunately I have to say I still don’t feel nearly as satisfied as I would be if I were there,” he winked at her through the screen before looking down at him, “God I hope Gwen’s still sleeping heavily, because I’m going to need to sneak in for a shower before getting into bed. Look at you just pushing me down the public and naughty path. I’m supposed to be the innocent type, Miss Malfoy.”
He was grinning as he laughed, winking towards her as she breathed and just watched her body move as it slowed.
Pansy chuckled. She was tired now, and feeling lonely. Even though he was there on the computer, that was different from him being right there with her in person. She rose from the bed, slowly, and moved to pick up the computer, then brought it back with her to the bed and climbed under the covers. “I’m sure she’ll stay asleep. Unless she’s been up this whole time, watching you through the window.” Pansy gave him a grin. “Jerking off on a hotel porch in the dark is far from sex in public, you know. But hmmm. Maybe we’ll have to try the sex in public thing when you get home...?”
“I’m sure someone could have seen it from somewhere down the street or something, if they’re really curious about this sort of thing,” he raised a brow before shrugging then blinked, “We’ve done that before. Remember Disneyland? Though that wasn’t exactly sex, was it? Not … entirely. But then there was the castle...”
He chuckled before shrugging, “But you’re thinking somewhere far more readily visible, aren’t you?”
Pansy was grinning devilishly. “Somewhere where we’re far more likely to get caught.” She responded, then gave him a wink. “I knew we were pretty much alone in Disneyland. Both times.” They were let back into the park, so either no one knew about Pirates, or no one cared. And during the fireworks on top of the castle? That was so private it might as well have been her bedroom.
“But if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
“You know damn well I’ll do anything if it involves you,” he winked with a laugh before leaning forward to look into the computer and then shrugging, “Somewhere like where? Now I want to hear your suggestions. What’s running through your mind, Pansy?”
Pansy gave a tired laugh. “Right now I’m thinking about sleep. As much as I want to be with you, I think I need a nap.” She said, grinning as she looked into his eyes through the computer. Of course, when she looked at his face, her eyes weren’t looking into the camera, so she couldn’t really look into his eyes. “When are you coming home? Tell me again how soon it is.”
“Sleep? Aww, you’ve worn yourself out,” he then frowned and shrugged a moment as he thought about it, “far too long beautiful. Far too long, but I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’ll make sure to come straight home, pick you up, and take you straight to bed.”
“Good.” Pansy smiled at him, simply staring at his picture, even though it was dark and fuzzy on both sides of the camera. “That sounds perfect. I miss you so much. I love you.” She said. “Go take your shower, get some sleep, and do science-y stuff. Call me when you have a chance.”