Bitches like Katherine are hard to come by (kissmeorkillme) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-02-23 00:45:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !complete, katherine pierce, peter quill (star-lord) |
characters: Katherine Gilbert and Peter Quill
setting: Before this (Link to other thread to come)
summary: Tether plot (Backdated to the first day the plot kicked off.)
rating/warnings: Meduim - mild brickering.
status: compelte
---
Waking up next to a random brunette was not the weirdest thing that had happened that week. Hell, it didn’t even crack into the top 10 of his entire life. Although Peter was fairly confident he’d gone to bed by himself, when he rolled over and accidentally nudged her with his arms, he didn’t immediately think shenanigans. Cracking open his eyes, he narrowed them at her and wondered how she possibly got on HIS side of the bed. Still. He was warm. And comfy. And like hell he was going to move when he didn’t have to. So he rolled over on his super cool water bed and tried to go back to sleep. Waking up is someone else’s bed wasn’t new for Katherine as well, when she was nudged, a small grumple escape from her lips, but she was remain still, not bothered by the person beside her, until he rolled over, rocking the damn bed, inturn rocking Katherine. “Stop moving,” she snapped, her eyes still closed, but as she shifted making the bed move again, her eyes widen, “what the hell!” She looked at Peter’s shoulder through her hair and sighed as she sat up, rocking with the bed, “what the hell, do you live in timewrap or something,” clearly showing her dislike for his super cool water bed. Her body moved up and down with the water as her eyes looked over the room, than at him, “I didn’t meet you last night, I would recall,” he was hot, but no way in hell she would have had sex with him on his bed. “Yeah you would,” he answered back as cheerfully as someone with zero coffee in them could be. Yawning widely, he stretched his arms out and peeked over at her. She did not look nearly as pleased to be on the bed as he did, and he decided to move a little bit, sending a wave her way. “And don’t make fun of my bed. If you’d randomly teleported in last week, you’d have been sleeping on the floor because there sure as fuck wasn’t room on the couch.” Launching himself out of bed, he shook his body a little bit to try to wake up. He was standing in nothing but his boxers, and didn’t give a damn. He knew he was hot. She could appreciate the view. “I’m Peter, by the way. Rude of you not to give your name. Do you even have manners?” "What is rude is you demanding to know my name," she told him as she looks over his body, she had no shame. However she looks around, she had no clothes as well. "As fun as this sleepover hasn't been, I need to go." With a groan she got out of his damn bed, "You should go to a room to go or something, bed are better than this." She was standing now, stretching out her body out and pulled down tank she had on, "where are my clothes!" Peter gave an appreciative look at her legs. And stomach. And basically everything he could see. Which was a lot. “Beats me. You walked through this neighbourhood last night wearing that? Damn. You braaaave.” It wasn't a bad neighbourhood, but she only had a tank top. With a heavy sigh, he motioned to his closet. “You want some sweats? If you do, you gotta PROMISE to give them back. Already got enough girls stealing my clothes.” One, one girl. She didn't need to know that. His words warrant a glare, but when he motion to his closet, she marched to it, “I will messenger them back to you, trust me.” opened it, pushing clothes around, than found a pair of sweats, slipping them on, rolling the top down some to fit her since she was clearly smaller than he was. “Taking a shirt as well and my name is Katherine,” she called over her shoulder as she randomly picked a shirt and slipped it on. Peter tried not to glare or gasp as she took his ET t-shirt. Chill, bud, chill, he told himself. Clothes were probably a good idea too -- he was getting cold just being in his boxers...or... He jumped back into bed and pulled the sheets back under his chin, still keeping an eye on her. "Where did you come from anyways? Did we discus this? If not, I'm pretty sure we should. This is my room. How'd you get here?" Her eyes looked over at him, "It's because of that bed I'll have to explain sex to you, isn't it?" she crossed her hands over her chest, "I'm from here, I actually just moved back here. I'm unsure how or why I ended up here, you are sexy, but that" she nodded to the bed. She moved to sit on the end of it, "do you recall anything?" she asked him. He narrowed his eyes at her, sitting there, full of quips. That was normally his job. "Damn straight I'm sexy," he grumbled. He did lessen his grip on his blanket though and glanced at her. She wasn't too bad herself. "Which you are too," he admitted, smirking a little. "But yah, I don't remember a fucking thing either. Went to sleep comfy and woke up next to you. I mean, I've woken up to worse things? And people?" He tried to remember what he'd done the night before. Went for a walk, smoked a little, talked to some cholos down the road. Nothing out of the ordinary. "I'm pretty sure I didn't put a bra under my pillow for the woman fairy to drop you off... so yah, no clue." Her eyes looked over the room as he walked and then back at him when he mentioned he woke up worse things and people, "thanks?" she replied back and than starting to laugh, this was so ridiculous, she knew she didn't black out. Katherine glared at Peter about the fairy joke, "As if I would show up in your bed for a measly bra," but she shook her head, "seriously, this is nuts and I should find my things, I need to get home." Peter motioned to the door. "Don't let me stop you." He snuggled into his bed and was about to open his eyes when he heard yondu. Oh shit. Yondu. The last time he found a random girl with Peter, Yondu had turned the hose of them. He wouldn't do that in the house... would he? Peter didn't really want to find out. "Goddamnit," he muttered, throwing his sheets off. "Guess I gotta answer that." |