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Peter Vincent thinks people see what they want to (smokingmagician) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-10-28 20:37:00

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ginger, peter vincent

Who: Peter Vincent, Ginger
What: Going out for drinks, a little talking, and trying to let things happen
Where: A bar in Lawrence
When: Monday night, October 28, 2013
Warnings: Language, feels, drinking, and kisses
Status: Closed, Complete!

He just wanted a distraction. Something physical and uncomplicated and lacking repercussions, because it seemed like no matter what he did or said, he was fucking up somehow. Flirting with Ginger was fun, and familiar, and comforting. But now she wanted to talk about what it meant. It wasn't exactly an unreasonable request, given their history, for her to wonder where that flirting might lead. The way she'd worded her question, though, asking if it was a bad idea? He didn't want to think about pros and cons and whys and why nots - that was all he did anymore and it was driving him mad. He'd (rather sloppily) evaded the question, and he was pretty sure he'd hurt her feelings, or something. Though perhaps not, since she'd swiftly agreed to a night out.

So now they were sitting at a bar, and Peter was trying very hard to focus on his drink while watching her. Every now and then that little guilty feeling came slinking in again, prodding at him to apologise or something, but he pushed it back. He wasn't here to wrestle with himself and overthink everything, he was just here to get drunk with one of his best friends.

"Did you want it back the way it was?"

Or, he could fail to ignore the issue and bring it up himself. He didn't even fucking know anymore. He couldn't look at her, and took a long slow sip of his cocktail while he waited for her to answer.

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onefiercebitch
2013-12-23 07:55 pm UTC (link)

Ginger hadn't really meant much with her texts to Peter, but she had quickly found it hadn't been the best idea, or the best time, or the best whatever to send it. But she didn't see the good in ignoring it, so she'd asked. It hadn't exactly gone as planned, but she was pretty sure he'd taken it differently than she'd intended. She felt like she was too out of touch with him lately, so of course she agreed when he suggested they go for drinks.

She was working on her second drink now, sitting in the bar with him. He'd expressly told her he didn't want to think, so she was going with that. She was just about to try and drag him away from the bar for a dance when suddenly, he was asking her to clarify what she'd meant before.

"I thought we weren't thinking." There was a lightness to that comment that made it impossible to seem remotely judgmental, but despite it, she turned a bit more to face him properly. "Before this place, we had a pretty perfect set up, don't you think?" she asked, taking a sip from her drink, shrugging a bit, "I mean, I know after I got here things were...tense." They both knew that was a giant understatement, but she went on anyway. "But that was a year ago now. And there was the...other stuff," she didn't want to say it, but she had little doubt that Peter wouldn't catch that she was referring to the point in time when she was convinced she'd been in love with him. "I don't think it was really exactly that so much as...everything compounding on top of each other, losing the familiarity, all that." she shrugged again. "Anyway, basically I'm saying I'm game if you are. Just like before. No strings."

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smokingmagician
2013-12-23 07:58 pm UTC (link)

He drained his glass and flagged the bartender down for another. “No, I’m not thinking,” he said dryly, “Or trying not to, anyways. You can if you want.” He hunched over the counter, propping himself up with a hand at his temple. Idly, he played with his empty glass with the other.

“Before… Things were good. Kind of fucked up, but,” he flashed her a little grin. “We made it work.” And then they’d come here and everything had changed. She’d thought herself in love with him. He was in love with someone else. “Apparently we don’t do so well when we’re looking for love,” he commented, voice distant. He shook his head. He was trying so hard to avoid that train of thought. This was his real problem - his inability to let go.

The bartender came by, setting a new drink in front of him and whisking away the empty glass. Peter didn’t hesitate to take a swig. Setting down the glass, he looked her squarely in the eye and said, “You know it can’t really be how it was before. I mean… a lot is different now.” Don’t think, he reminded himself firmly. “I just want to kind of… go with the flow. Let myself enjoy shit instead of getting caught up in all the reasons I shouldn’t. Not just this,” he added quickly. “Everything really.”

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onefiercebitch
2013-12-23 07:58 pm UTC (link)

She gave him a disparaging look at his comment about how he wasn't thinking. She knew that was a lie. And a blatant, obvious one to boot. She didn't say anything, though. The fact that he'd brought it up, that look she'd just given him, that was enough to get the point across.

"It was," she nodded, "Maybe...unconventional, but...it worked." she smirked a little at the thought. Her face fell the slightest bit when that second comment came. Not for herself, but for him. Anyone that knew him knew how hard it had been for Peter to lose Andrew. That man...he'd been his light, his hope and losing that? It had destroyed him. "Apparently not," was all she said before she finished off her drink, ordering another.

"No," Ginger shook her head. "You're already thinking too much, Peter." She spun the ice in her glass, watching it spiral and knock into each other, before looking up at him again, "I'm not looking for reasons, good, bad or indifferent." She slid carefully off the seat, temporarily abandoning her drink. "I don't want to think," she moved closer to him, effectively cornering him, not that he couldn't easily get out of it if he wanted. "Just feel." And she didn't care, acceptance, rejection, it didn't matter either way, she pressed her lips against his.

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smokingmagician
2013-12-23 08:01 pm UTC (link)

His mouth turned up at the corner in a half-hearted smirk. Of course he was thinking too much, despite his best efforts. She slid off her seat, and he turned, his eyes following the sway of her hips and the way her hair fell around her face. She came in close, and for a moment, he almost leaned away. But he didn’t want to. He needed this, needed a focus to make all the conflicting thoughts and feelings shut up for a while. He wanted to be touched, to touch her, to lose himself and have that brief little illusion of peace. Then she was kissing him.

Always so hungry for human contact, Peter didn’t hesitate to kiss back, sliding his hands onto her waist to draw her in closer. He took his time with it, his eyes closing as he relearned the feel of her curves and her lips against his. Just a simple gentle kiss, and it was already lighting his nerves on fire. He broke the kiss, but only for a moment to adjust the angle, parting his lips to deepen the kiss just a little.

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onefiercebitch
2013-12-23 08:04 pm UTC (link)

She smirked against his lips when he pulled her in closer. It was a terrible way to think of it, but it was like riding a bike, the time between them hadn't lent itself to either of them forgetting just the right thing at just the right time. Hands sliding down his chest, she thought maybe he seemed smaller, skinnier than she remembered and she made a note in the back of her mind to bug him about eating later. But for now, she just let her hands roam, her lips work against his and simply focused on the way his hands on her waist felt.

Ginger tugged on his lip lightly as she pulled back to take a second to remind herself to breathe, "I think a trip back down this road is worth it." she muttered, a sly little smirk sliding over her lips.

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smokingmagician
2013-12-23 08:08 pm UTC (link)

She pulled away, and at the sound of her voice his eyes fluttered open, looking back at her slightly dazed. It took a moment for his head to clear and the meaning of the words to sink in, but then he smiled at her, fond, a little sad, and grateful all at once. This woman was such an aggravating, lovely mystery to him. He’d have thought for sure, once upon a time, that if they weren’t fucking and relieving all their frustrations with each other that way, they’d have killed each other within a month. This past year had more than proven it wasn’t just sex, though.

He couldn’t really say they made each other happy, but at least things were never ever dull. Romance for them was insults slung back and forth with as much venom as affection. It was Ginger calling him out on his bullshit, and him trying to get a rise out of her because goddamn, she was gorgeous when she was furious. It was Peter mockingly giving her flowers, and Ginger making a vase for them out of a fresh bottle of Midori just to piss him off. They fucked and fought and took care of each other and destroyed each other. But they stayed, and they cared. It wasn’t love, or being in love, or in lust, or any of that. He wasn't sure there was a word in the English language for what they were to each other.

He realized he still hadn’t answered her, eyes stuck on that little smirk. Fuck, she had a beautiful mouth on her. “Yeah,” he agreed softly, feeling more assured. They didn’t need a definition. He reached a hand up, cradling her head to pull her back into another brief kiss. “We’re a right mess, aren’t we? But it’s worth it.” He kissed her again, deeper this time. Wanting more, he traced her lower lip with his tongue, gently questioning.

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onefiercebitch
2013-12-23 08:09 pm UTC (link)

Ginger didn't push him for an answer, despite the slightly drawn on silence that was bordering on the line of uncomfortable. She waited, albeit impatiently, for a reply. With her head tilted slightly to one side, she watched him as he processed everything that was happening right now. He was probably, as he often did, over-thinking the whole thing again. She could understand why he might be a bit wary, hesitant, but she hoped he didn't feel like he really had to be.

She didn't resist when he grabbed her, pulling her into another short kiss. She grinned against his lips, nodding a bit, "Total fucking mess," she agreed, chuckling softly. "Completely worth every bit of it." And this time the kiss was deeper and she lifted herself onto her toes to reach him just a little better, hands sliding across his chest, one hand clenching the material of his shirt. There was no hesitation when his tongue traced her lip, she immediately opened her mouth and pushed the kiss that much deeper because, dammit, she needed this. More than she'd realized. And it wasn't because it was Peter, not in the way people would assume. But she did need the familiarity.

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smokingmagician
2013-12-23 08:21 pm UTC (link)

He let go, let himself get lost in sensations he’d known before - exploring her mouth, soft and sweet and demanding and everything he needed right now; her small hands on his chest urging closer contact, the heat of her body up close to his. He tasted a tinge of alcohol on her tongue, and that too was familiar. Back in Vegas, they’d kiss like this, hungry and heated, after a show or after a fight, both of them desperate for the contact, to stake that temporary claim on each other.

There was a level of control to be found in acting rather than thinking that emboldened his hands, sent them wandering over her body. One slid from the nape of her neck to just over her breast, the tip of his little finger slipping under the edge of her shirt; the other ended up at her lower back, pulling her in even closer.

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onefiercebitch
2013-12-23 08:57 pm UTC (link)

Ginger let everything fall away, wrapping herself entirely in the familiar sense of this moment. His hands on her body, his tongue in her mouth, the silent fight for dominance that always was between them because they were two personalities far too strong to relent or concede to the other.

There was a tug on his lip as she pulled away, a smirk sliding across her lips as she looked up at him, his finger just under the edge of her shirt still. "Maybe we should take this somewhere else." she said, eyebrows arching upwards, that smirk still firmly in place.

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smokingmagician
2013-12-27 12:50 pm UTC (link)

He hummed in agreement, a rakish little grin tracing his face that he’d not worn in a long, long time now. “Maybe we should." He slid forward off the chair, teasing her body with his. "I mean, unless you’d rather we set about scandalizing all the other bar patron’s tender Bible Belt sensibilities.” His eyebrow raised to match hers, fingers sneaking a little further under her collar.

Not waiting for an answer, he stepped away from her, already missing the heat of her body against his. He grabbed her hand and led her over to the door. There were no more thoughts, no more hesitations or what ifs; only the quiet comfort of her presence.

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