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Peter Vincent thinks people see what they want to (smokingmagician) wrote in wariscoming,

Her mouth felt wrong against his. It was the wrong shape, the wrong texture, the wrong taste. Oh, they were all familiar, all recognizably Ginger‘s. It was the same familiar kiss of the woman who had been his lover for over two years… but they were wrong somehow. Still dazed by her very existence, it took Peter a long moment to figure out why. Andrew’s face flashed into his mind, and Peter pulled back abruptly, staring back at Ginger with a new kind of shock, her hand on his neck the only thing keeping him from separating from her fully.

Peter was not the most moral of lovers; he knew and had long ago accepted this fact. Pleasure was pleasure, and while he had never been sadistic, he had no qualms about fucking whoever caught his fancy. If someone got their feelings hurt by his infidelity, then they had taken his affections too seriously, and he would cut them loose before they became too emotionally attached. It worked for him, kept him from being alone without letting anyone in too close.

Ginger had been one of few to breach those walls, but not even she had become as close to his heart as Andrew had. Things were different now. It was a slow realization, still not fully formed, still not something he could fully admit to… but this relationship that he was building with Andrew… he wanted it more than anything he‘d ever wanted in his life. He wouldn’t - couldn’t do this to him. He’d promised to try, and he meant it, and goddammit as badly as he wanted to hold her and never let go, as much as he’d missed her… he wanted Andrew more.

His hands moved from her face to her shoulders, gently pushing her back, putting some distance between them, but not quite able to break contact entirely. Peter couldn’t tear his gaze from her face - the last time he’d seen her, it had been at her funeral, and she had been in a coffin. Some of what she‘d been saying finally caught up in his head, and he latched onto it, let it give him some direction.

“It’s not the afterlife,” he managed to get out. “The Seal, it takes people from after their deaths sometimes. It pulled us out of our world and into this one.” Unable to help himself, his finger traced the side of her face again. “I can’t believe you’re actually fucking here,” he whispered. “Fuck Ginger, I went to your fucking funeral.”