Bitches like Katherine are hard to come by (kissmeorkillme) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-08-10 22:19:00 |
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It seemed the closer he got to Wanda, the more Peter was with Katherine or some random, which made no sense at all, emotionally at least. Physically, well there was a reason he needed to burn off that energy, even if afterwards he felt terrible and hated himself. To be fair, he hated himself every time he left Kat’s considering they had the weirdest love/hate relationship. He wondered if he was taking advantage of the situation, but she kept inviting him over and they both got what they wanted out of it: a purely sexual relationship with absolutely no strings attached. Still. Sometimes he wondered if she’d just lose it and stab him, just for shits and giggles. And that kind of thing hurt -- he’d been stabbed before, he knew. True to his general schedule, he showed up at Kat’s after work, when the sky was starting to darken. Walking right in, he headed to her room where she wasn’t. That was fine, he knew the rules. Off went his shirt and pants, and he got right into bed. She’d said she was free, so he knew she’d show up soon. He’d just wait for her. Maybe get ready. It wasn’t like they wanted to talk or anything. Peter was a thorn in Katherine ass, but he didn’t prink her too much these days and they did have a great sexual attraction to each other, really what she used him for. When he had asked to come over, she didn’t think to tell him about her being pregnant, she was eight months along. She had gotten a shower and went to the kitchen for some icecream as she waited for him, she didn’t hear him come in, so when she walked in her room with her fluffy robe on, wet hair, bowl of icecream, Katherine took a moment to soak in the sight before her. Peter was sexy as hell, his body was very fit and his abs… “mmm” she breathed as she walked in. “I see you’ve made yourself at home,” she teased him as she wobbled to the other side of them. “I figured I’d have some time before you got here.” She sat the bowl down and shrugged off her robe. Peter did what a normal friends-with-benefits would do when faced with a suddenly pregnant woman: panic. Scrambling off the bed, he jumped to his feet and put his hands out in front of him. “Holy motherfucking shit what?!” Having had almost no experience with pregnancy (THANK FUCK), he had absolutely no clue what was happening. It’d been almost 5 months since they’d started fooling around and while she was a total cow, he had to assume she would have mentioned something PRIOR to just waking up pregnant. Or something. His heart was racing and he couldn’t stop shaking his head. “What. The fuck. Is going on.” How bad she wanted to punk him, that reaction just pushed the need to do it further, but she wasn’t that heartless, not yet “Don’t worry about it,” she told him as she climbed into the bed, “It’s a dream thing from what Elena and Jeremy seems to think, I was pregnant in my dream and woke up like this.” Her eyes glanced over at him, “Stop causing a scene and get in bed, I don’t want you to flash one of them if they come in to see what that was about.” She moved to get her bowl, “I got ice cream,” she smiled as she showed him the bowl. “It’s fine,” she assured him. “Is it?” He still looked at her warily, not sure if this was some elaborate joke or if she really did mean it, that this was a dream!pregnancy. Did that mean a weird dream!baby would pop out? Was there even a baby there? She was still smokin’ though… Taking the offered ice cream bowl, he glanced down before shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t know that I want to eat ...and you’re eating for ..two?” This was weird. Super weird. “And are you still up for ...this? I’m sorry, I’m really confused.” The last bit spilled out quickly, even as he did as she asked and got back into bed. Peter Quill had done many things -- many sexual things -- but sleeping with a pregnant woman hadn’t happened. This could be interesting. She arched a brow, took the bowl back and took a bite, “Yep, it’s a girl, not yours, not mine, just from the Dreams, I’ve been checked out, you've met my sister. That baby and myself are both fine, she’s moving around and I’m honry,” she looked pointedly at him and pointed the spoon at him, “so I was thinking, I’d let you rock my world, tired me out, I will sleep soundly, dream again and BAM!” she smiled sweetly at him, “Perfect body will be back, minus the baby inside, I will miss these breast though.” Katherine bounded on the bed to prove her point, her breast were fuller she liked the look of them. “Uh…..” The ease with which she explained everything was ...weird but it was Katherine and she was fucked up. Normally, he liked that. Right now ...okay, right now he liked it too. Reaching out tentatively, he put his hand on the swell of her breast and gave a nod. They were bigger ..not that he minded them before …. Well. He did go over for a purpose … “Okay. But you’re on top.” - A few hours later Katherine was sitting in the bed, her hands were pushing back her hair to put it in a bum and she let out a content sigh, at least something felt normal for a moment. Her head turned to look at Peter, she smiled at him, then pushed him playfully, “still freaked out?” Katherine teased as her hands landed on the swell of her baby bump, she was still not used to it, but it made a nifty shelf for her arms. “I mean...I’m not going to go searching for a pregnant chick anytime soon,” he answered truthfully, “but that wasn’t that bad.” Peter was honest. It was sex. After all, bad sex was still sex. He wasn’t going to cuddle with her though. Even on a good day, he usually kept his distance. Instead, he was standing by the window, looking out, wondering if he could light up a smoke. He didn’t often, but he felt this time? He probably could have used one. Not that he had one in his boxers...since there were no pockets...and then he started wondering what time it was. Peter’s brain was a strange place. “So how long is ...that going to be there? Are you having a dream baby? How does that even fucking work?” He was really confused. She found herself laughing at him, she couldn’t help it, just him being uncomfortable was funny to her so she teased “So not a chubby chaser than, noted.” Then he mentioned the baby and she groaned, rolling her eyes, “Dude, I have no idea,” she answered back, “It’s healthy, Elena made me go through all the tests and shit like that this morning.” Katherine shrugs her shoulders, “if I’m stuck with it, I’m not keeping it,” honestly she was in no shape to take care of a child, some days she barely able to take care of herself. “I’m hoping I can dream it away,” she admitted, a flicker of sadness flashed on her face, “in my dreams, I’m not happy. My father is hella pissed I’m knocked up and he made it known the baby wasn’t staying.” Honestly, she thinks she’ll be kicked out as well, but why would she tell Peter this. Suddenly there was fluttering and pressure, made her exhale and then she chuckled, “You wanna feel something weird?” she asked him. Did he? He’d tried his best NOT to touch her stomach but at the same time … he was a curious kind of person. And the fact that she actually said something about her past and her dreams made him even more curious. They really stayed away from any type of conversation that could border on friendship. Hesitating a bit, he gave a nod and moved closer, crawling on the bed until he was close enough to touch. Following her guidance, he was surprised at how hard her stomach was, and then something moved under which made him snatch his hand away quickly like it was being burned. “That is the weirdest thing ever! How do pregnant women walk around all day like that? Oh weird!” Now he felt dirty. “I don’t know,” she told him, “feels like it might pop out my stomach like in Spaceballs and sing that song “Hello my baby,” she told him, “I think thats the song…” she wasn’t a nerd, she didn’t know songs and movies all that well. Only reason she knew of Spaceballs, stoners use to watch it when she smoked out with them. Her eyes looked up at him, he was so freaked out, “You don’t have to stick around you know, you can go.” Peter’s eyes lit up. There was no way he wanted to stay here any longer than need be. She’d already explained his role was tire her out which he was pretty sure he’d done. There was no other point to being here. Everything that was happening to him with Yondu and Wanda and all that other stuff? Nope, wasn’t even going to touch it. This was Peter Quill at his absolutely basest and he was out. “Cool. Text me if you need me,” he said, reaching for his pants. Like usual, the shirt stayed off until he was out of her room and so he walked to the door with it hanging between his fingers before stopping. “I hope ...it all works out? Whatever it is?” He wasn’t asking for details, he just felt like maybe he should be a bit less of a douche. Peter flashed her a peace sign. “Peace out.” He really needed a shower. |