spider_nerd (spider_nerd) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-17 23:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, pansy malfoy, peter parker (spider-man) |
Who: Peter Parker and Pansy Malfoy
Where: Peter’s Place
When: 4/10
What: Talking about Draco getting married, and problems coming up between them
Rating: Surprisingly not high. Some swearing.
Status: Complete
Pansy was sprawled on Peter’s bed, staring up at the ceiling and frowning. She didn’t like the way some things in her life were going, and she wasn’t sure how to make them better. She really needed to talk it out with someone--probably Draco--and brainstorm ways to make things less... awkward. She really didn’t want to feel like she was drifting apart from her brother, but with him getting married (without telling her) and Zuko moving in... it felt like she was being pushed out.
She rolled over and glared at the bedside table, then kicked her shoes off. They weren’t planning on going out at all, were they? She’d only just arrived, flopped on his bed, and was ready to spend the night there. Hopefully Peter wouldn’t be against bringing her whiskey and ice cream.
Peter stepped through the front door with a bag of whiskey and ice cream, having received a text suggesting as such. What’s more, it likely meant they weren’t going anywhere which he was more than fine with. He shut the door behind him, stepped through the door into his bedroom, and grinned as he kicked his own shoes off. He set the bag down next to her, after shutting the door, and then pulled his jacket off.
“I was a bit surprised when you said to meet you here, you’re usually too intimidated by Sherlock to come over here without me,” he said with a chuckle, before moving towards the bed and leaning down to kiss her. Without meeting a beat he had her rolling back into the pillows to kiss her rather deeply, having missed her taste throughout most of the day at work. His hand moving to grip into her waist and squeeze, his tongue dancing along her own for a long moment, before he finally pulled back.
Breathing her in, he then looked down at her, “I brought you Ben and Jerry’s.”
Pansy didn’t respond. Sherlock was incredibly intimidating. But spending time with her boyfriend (and whiskey and ice cream) was much more important. She was brave enough to get through time with Sherlock for that. And then there was kissing Peter. Rolling back onto the pillows, being pressed down against them by his strong, comfortable, warm weight, and letting her tongue tangle with his. Everything else faded away as she melted into his arms.
Her eyes were still closed as he spoke, and a smirk tugged the corner of her lips. “...I love you.”
He grinned when she said those three little words, and leaned in closer to kiss her again very softly, lightly nipping at her lip, “Mmm, why do I feel like you just said that, just now, because I brought you Ben and Jerry’s and not because of the kiss?” He winked before kissing her again, letting it linger a moment before pulling away.
“Mmm, I was planning on coming home and ravishing you, but...” he grabbed the whiskey and popped it open. Then he set the bottle down into her lap, nestling it between her legs, before going to work on grabbing her ice cream. He handed it to her, then looked to her, “I figured your request for these particular items was rather telling enough for me to believe that you, my dear, are in need of something a bit more comprehensive than being naked and rolling around in bed.”
He then began to change into something a bit less annoying than the suit he wore to the office. He undid the tie, and threw the jacket onto a hanger. Then he went to work on undoing his buttoned up shirt, peeling that off as well. “So, talk.”
If Pansy had grown used to him around her, she may not have noticed some of the differences that were happening with his body, but they were rather significant. And today, more so than any other day, it was relatively prevalent. In fact, it was downright shocking to say the very least. His muscles were much more defined, and his frame was far thicker than when she’d first met him. He was bigger too, perhaps even a bit taller though not by much. The definition of the muscles were what were surprising.
He didn’t lift weights, yet it seems as if he’d been lifting them his entire life, and to a degree far beyond that of most fit, Olympic caliber athletes. He was definitely going through changes, changes he seemed willing enough to ignore.
Pansy took the bottle and gulped from it, without so much as giving a ‘thank you.’ He was surely used to that by now. She’d definitely thank him later, but right now she wanted to drink. The distance that she felt between herself and her brother seemed to be growing larger and wider, and that was enough to put her out of sorts.
“You can ravish me later,” she said, giving a little wave of her hand. “...I’ve got some news first.” She was happy for Draco and Zuko. Really. She was just saddened mostly by her fears that things were changing between her brother and herself. “Draco and Zuko got married in the Bahamas.”
And then she looked up and saw his shirt off. She frowned a little. Of course, Pansy loved the way her boyfriend looked without his clothes on. But this was different. “Peter... what...? Have you been working out?” How could she not have noticed this sort of change? That wasn’t the body she remembered.
Peter watched her and grinned, “If you insist.” He grinned, though the wave of her hand, the lack of smiles, and the nonchalant feels she seemed to be suggesting, were making him feel this was all a bit more serious than he’d originally anticipated. Then she mentioned Draco and Zuko and he turned to face her, frowning.
“Wait they got married, or are getting married? How the hell are they married and you weren’t at the wedding?” He frowned, staring at her. He then moved to take a seat next to her, suddenly realizing why she might be a bit distraught and upset about the whole thing. He set his hand on her leg, but not in a sexual sort of way.
He then waved it all off about his body changes, “And, don’t worry about it. I’m fine, it’s nothing.”
It certainly wasn’t nothing, but she wasn’t all that worried about it. She logged it away to bring up again later. For now, though, talking about Draco took priority.
“Got married. Eloped. Didn’t even tell me until after they arrived home.” Pansy said, frowning. “Zuko’s moving in. I don’t mind that part, I just... there’s no way I’d ever get married without him. He’s my brother, you know? And he ran off and got hitched without even thinking to text me.”
“Yea, that’s pretty lame on his part. I mean you’re his sister, you’re super close, you’d think he’d at least say, ‘hey, sis, sorry you can’t be here but we’re going to elope here’. Are they at least planning on having a legitimate sort of ceremony later for friends and family?”
He then blinked, “Wait, so Zuko’s moving in? House is going to start getting a bit crowded. I mean, sure he’s cool, but not really fair of Draco to just decide that Zuko can move in without at least discussing it with you. You sure your brother’s alright? Seems very unlike him.”
“I dunno. He hasn’t mentioned it.” Pansy said, giving a little sigh. It was bothering her. Sure, she’d get over it. But she was going to wallow in her own misery for a day or two. Or five. “Well, I don’t care. You know me. He was practically living there, anyway. When Draco wasn’t staying at his place.” She shrugged softly, then lifted the bottle to gulp from it. “...means I’ll have to find a new place to live pretty soon.”
He frowned as he watched her, then shook his head, “I should have a talk with Draco. This is all incredibly selfish, I mean I get that you don’t care about Zuko living there, but the fact you have to suddenly move out because of a decision he made, without consulting you? That’s a bit harsh. Don’t you think?”
He just moved to stand up before making his way back to the dresser to change into some sleep shorts, sighing, “I know you’re a laid back girl, Pansy, but you have to see how you’re kind of being screwed here. It’s their decision, so they should find a place not make you move out.”
Then, looking back towards her, as he pulled the shorts on, he shrugged, “You deserve better than that, really. As a sister, as a roommate, and as a human being. I know you’re going to tell me not to talk to him, but that’s bogus.”
He then moved to drop into bed next to her, looking up at her as he drew his hand over her stomach, then smiled, “But all in all it’ll work out just fine. I uh, I mean you can stay here until you find a new place; I mean, unless you uhm... wanted to uh..”
He then shook his head, not the time to bring the idea up, “Nevermind, no big deal.”
"You're right. I am going to tell you not to talk to him." Pansy said, frowning and shaking her head. "I can fight my own battles. Not that this is a battle. I'm really okay with moving out on my own time. I'm more upset about being left out of the wedding than anything else."
He could see, though, that this was bothering her (for now). And that made her feel loved. He wanted to help her fix the thing that was pressing on her. That's what good boyfriends do. He was a fantastic boyfriend.
"I don't have to suddenly move out, either. He wants me to stay there. Which seems great and all, but they just got married. They need their space. I don't want to be all up in that." She lifted her bottle and gulped from it again.
"I wouldn't be able to afford rent on that place by myself, anyway. So I'd end up having to move out if they left me there." Funny, Pansy Malfoy thinking about money. Her family was dripping with it, but they weren't actually her family, were they? Besides, she was trying to stand on her own two feet. The remains of her wished-for million dollars wouldn't get her that far.
"Unless I wanted to what?" She asked, turning to look at him. Her heart was beating a little faster and harder now.
He blinked when she seemed willing to press him on the silence he had and he just shook his head, “Look, Pansy, I uh... it’s not something we should discuss now. You’re upset, not like absurdly so, but you are upset and annoyed, and I want to make sure you’re in the right state of mind, and happy, and actually willing to think about it beforehand.”
He then lifted her hand to kiss the back of it, then in to kiss her lips, “I love you Pansy, and I just, look it’s something we should maybe table for later. Right now it’s about getting you drunk, and venting.”
“Okay.” Pansy gave him a funny look. The few gulps of whiskey she’d taken straight from the bottle were warming her belly, but she knew she’d have to bring this up again later. She wouldn’t drunkenly forget that he’d started to say something and then given up on it. As much as she was there to get drunk and forget her current woes concerning her brother, she was also trying to be a good girlfriend. Pretty much always. Peter was the best thing in her life, and she didn’t want to mess that up.
“You should drink with me,” she said, holding out the bottle to him.
He shrugged, “I’ve got nowhere to be tomorrow, alright.” he took the bottle and took a long drink from it, before handing it back to her and just laid next to her. “So we’re going to get drunk tonight, huh? Better warn Valarnet now.” He winked then kissed her, tasting the whiskey on her lips and took her in his arms before pulling her back towards him and then rested his head on her pillow.
If she’d known what he was thinking, Pansy would have loved that even at his place she had her own pillow. She returned his kisses, then gulped again from the bottle, giving no wince now as it burned on the way down. “...Not sure that I’ll want to open the computer tonight. I’m too busy wallowing in my sorrow,” she said, cuddling close against his side. She nearly tipped the whiskey bottle over in the process. Okay, so maybe she was feelin’ it now.
He nodded and just continued to kiss her lightly, “Well don’t wallow too much in your sorrow. Because you shouldn’t have any, what your brother did was kind of a dick move, so you shouldn’t feel sorrow, you should feel a little upset. I mean, and correct me if I’m wrong here, you’d never do that to him. You’re close and you love him, sure, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be angry at him for this. It was a bit of a dick move on his part.”
He then blinked, “I’m already repeating myself, god help me.” He grinned then leaned his head against hers while they cuddled and drank.
Pansy gave a little chuckle. “Lightweight.” She said, then kissed his jaw, his neck. She nuzzled in there for a moment before sitting up. She gulped again from the bottle, then passed it over to him. “I think we need some music. And I want to eat ice cream before it melts.”
“Not a lightweight, I just haven’t really eaten that much,” he grinned before kissing her again, feeling her lips on his neck and jaw having nearly sent him over some sort of edge, but then was receiving the bottle as she got up for some ice cream. He laughed and nodded, “Alright, you’re in charge of the music you feel most represents your mood, and there’s plenty of ice cream for you to fawn over.”
Oh yeah, drunken sex was definitely on the plan for this evening. Definitely. Pansy just wanted to relax a bit. Let loose. She went to his stereo and checked it out. She scanned through the stations until she found one playing cheesy, love songs. Pop shit. The kind of stuff they play at weddings because they’re contractually obligated, or something. The kind of songs that, when played at a middle school dance, send all of the boys outside and the girls to hide in the bathroom. Then she came back over to the bed with a grin on her face. “I think you should massage my shoulders.”
“Oh really? Massage your shoulders? So I should sit behind you, while you eat your ice cream, and massage your shoulders? What do you think this is? A five star resort?” He laughed and then nodded, before pulling her back onto the bed. Making sure that he sat up where the pillows were, and for her to sit in front of him. He grabbed the ice cream, dropped it into her lap, and then began to rub and knead into her shoulders, pulling her hair out of the way as he did so.
“So be honest Pansy, how upset are you about Draco? Because it’s not something you should just let roll off your shoulders, if you’re really upset.”
“Yes. Yes, and yes.” Pansy said, giving him a smile. She sat down on the bed, then scooted back a bit so he could rest comfortably against the pillows while rubbing the kinks out of her shoulders. She ate some ice cream while he worked at her neck and back, her eyes falling closed.
“On a scale of one to ten, I’m at a four. Maybe a five. I’m really more sad than anything that it feels like we’re drifting apart.” She said, quite honestly. There was a hint of sadness in her voice that may have been from the alcohol, may have been from the conversation. “...I’m not angry. I probably should be. But I’m not. I’m just... sad.”
He pushed her hair out of the way, and leaned in to lightly kiss at her neck. Digging his fingers into the shoulders while massaging thoroughly. He then leaned back so he could concentrate on just massaging rather than the kissing, shaking his head. “Look, Pansy, sad and angry are pretty much the same thing. They go well together, that’s why I said upset. You should be upset, and you’ll likely be more angry about it when the initial sadness wears off.”
He then frowned, “But you have to basically vent to him at some point, and I don’t mean him apologizing and you saying ‘it’s fine’, and then coming and getting drunk and burying it. I know you fear losing him through drifting, but if you keep your feelings to yourself, he’ll never know you feel that way and might assume all is going well.”
Pansy frowned. “I don’t have to basically anything.” She said, and there was a hint of a scowl in her voice now. “I’ll get over it. That’s how I roll. You should know by now that I don’t let things like this--like anything--get to me. Give it a few days, I’ll mope and gripe, and then I’ll be over it. I don’t have to make it into a bigger deal than it is.”
She pulled forward and away from him, putting the top back onto the ice cream container as she stood. Her anger was being misdirected now, more in Peter’s direction than in Draco’s. “Is it safe to put this in your freezer, or are there science experiments in there that might eat it?”
“I know that’s ‘how you roll’, but it could become something bigger if you’re not willing to pay attention to that. Pansy, I’m not trying to be a jerk or anything here, you know that right? I’m just being honest. I don’t want you getting a strained relationship from your brother because you’re not willing to talk to him about things.”
He then sighed when she pulled away, and watched her put the ice cream away. Then nodded, “Yea it’s safe in the freezer, I think. Unless Sherlock has something up there, but unlikely. I didn’t see anything earlier, and I do not believe he’s on any big cases right now.”
Pansy gave a little nod. She didn’t want to talk about Draco anymore. She was angry and bitter and sad and didn’t want to feel any of those things. Talking about it only seemed to be making those feelings worse. She put the lid back on the ice cream, and headed out of his room without another word to go shove the stuff in the freezer. She took her time coming back into the room, trying to cool off, then came back in and sat down on the edge of the bed, frowning and staring down at her feet.
He watched her step in and frowned at the look on her face, watching her take her seat on the edge of the bed. He pushed to sitting next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, raising a brow as he watched her. Running his hand up and down her arm, he didn’t even bother saying anything, just finding himself trying to be there to comfort her. Giving her arm a squeeze.
Her head leaned against his shoulder. She sighed, closing her eyes. “Can we just sleep? Maybe in the morning it’ll all just... go away.” Pansy hated conflict. She hated being mad at someone, hated arguments, hated all of it. She just wanted to drink, be happy, and go without the drama. She really wasn’t a girly girl, wasn’t catty. She had a lot of guy friends for that reason. Less drama.
Most of the time.
He frowned watching her then shrugged, before shaking his head, “Yea, well it won’t go away Pansy. All of this will still be here in the morning, but if you want to ignore it and pretend it’s not real we can do that. You can go ahead and turn to me whenever you do feel like dealing with it though, because I’ll always be here for you Pansy.”
He didn’t like the fact that she just bottled things up and drank them away, it wasn’t healthy and eventually it was going to get to her. It also hurt, to him, that she wasn’t willing to open up to him and wanted to just shut down around him. Made him feel like she didn’t trust him or something, he didn’t know. He just ran his hand up and down her back before standing and making his way to his side of the bed, and moved to slip into it. Perhaps it was more or less his fault, considering he was angry at Draco for it, and she didn’t seem to be.
Maybe he wanted her to vent on Draco because he would have in her place, he didn’t know, but he was still worried that she was keeping things pretty close to the chest for a girl who’d been going through a lot involving her family recently.
“We’ll just see about that.” Pansy said, climbing from her spot on the bed. She tugged her jeans off, and pulled her bra off under her shirt, then tossed her clothes onto the floor beside the bed before climbing in beside him. On her side. She loved that they had sides. She’d never really had a side of the bed before. It was a nice change. Though, tonight it felt strange. She was irritated with Draco, irritated with Zuko, irritated with Peter, too. She really just wanted to put hours--possibly days--between herself and these feelings. With the strangeness in her family, and the secrets and the lies, she really just wanted it all to go away. In her mind, only time would make this feel any better.
He watched her lay down, and set his arm around her stomach before snuggling up against her. He watched her still, wanting to do whatever he could to make her feel better but he didn’t know what to do, it was obvious she was hell bent on just ignoring the problem. That was something he didn’t particularly like, and he didn’t think he could be an encouragement in that sector. So instead he’d just be a presence, that much he could do, and just felt himself push up against her.
He placed a kiss against her cheek and smirked, “I love you Pansy.”
Irritated though she may be, Pansy still loved him. She loved him so much that it scared her. And having him snuggle close, his arm around her, the kiss to her cheek, all combined with the alcohol pulsing through her veins made her settle in a bit. She was still a bit angry, though she was trying her best to let it go. “I love you, too, Peter.” She said, then gave a gentle sigh and relaxed down against the bed. She turned a bit and cuddled against him, lifting her arm to wrap around him in return.
He kissed her cheek a moment, then just laid his head down next to hers as he closed his eyes a moment and ran his hand up and down her stomach. He finally just let his hand settle and he breathed her in. He couldn’t help but smile at it, she was wonderful in everyway. And just laying here was perfect, even if they were in a bit of a struggle right now; he could tell she was still a bit angry, or at least annoyed in the very least.
Her face against his was comforting. She took a deep breath, her eyes closed, and relaxed. There was still tension in her shoulders, but the alcohol was helping that. The anger was still there, though she wasn’t going to let it out. She didn’t want an out and out fight. She knew in her heart that Peter was trying to help. In a few minutes she was fast asleep.