Future Fic: Rocking
Oct. 29th, 2009 10:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticFor the first time in over two months, Peter was taking the afternoon off from work. When his partner heard this Hesam put his hand on Peter's forehead to make sure he wasn't sick. Peter rolled his eyes a little but he also knew Hesam had a legitimate reason to be so shocked. He had to assure everyone he was feeling okay.
In fact, he never felt better.
Peter sped to the park where he and Rigby arranged to meet. He slowed down a block from the park, choosing to walk the rest of the way. And while he was walking his eyes searched for some kind of token he could give Rigby when he met her. At last he picked a flower that he hoped she would like.
He spotted the girl sitting on a bench swing. Smiling, Peter changed directions so he would come up to her from behind. He tapped her on the shoulder with the flower. She turned, her face lighting up when she saw him.
"Peter!" she greeted. He moved around to the front of the bench so the girl could properly greet him in a hug.
"For you," he said, holding the flower out. Her cheeks colored a light red as she reached out and took the small gift. "Want to sit?" Peter asked, gesturing to the bench. She took his hand and pulled him down with her as she plopped down. Peter felt a blush of his own rise up on his cheek, shyly threading his fingers through hers.
Peter hadn't planned very far when he made this date with Rigby. The very fact that he called it a date made him feel nervous like a teenager. For now it was enough to spend time with a girl he was fond of. He clasped Rigby's hand tight, using leverage on his feet to gently rock them back and forth on the bench swing.
"This is nice," Rigby sighed out, nestling her head on the paramedic's shoulder. "How long is your break?"
"I'm not on a break," Peter told her. He bent his head down so their eyes would meet. "I took the afternoon off," he announced. He knew she wouldn't understand what a huge deal that was but it still brought a smile on the girl's face.
"You did?" Rigby asked him in amazement. Her eyes were wide as they focused on Peter's.
"Yes." Peter's voice fell to a sudden hush as he drew closer to her, nudging their foreheads together. "I'm all yours," he whispered, crossing the last few inches and kissing her lips softly.
In fact, he never felt better.
Peter sped to the park where he and Rigby arranged to meet. He slowed down a block from the park, choosing to walk the rest of the way. And while he was walking his eyes searched for some kind of token he could give Rigby when he met her. At last he picked a flower that he hoped she would like.
He spotted the girl sitting on a bench swing. Smiling, Peter changed directions so he would come up to her from behind. He tapped her on the shoulder with the flower. She turned, her face lighting up when she saw him.
"Peter!" she greeted. He moved around to the front of the bench so the girl could properly greet him in a hug.
"For you," he said, holding the flower out. Her cheeks colored a light red as she reached out and took the small gift. "Want to sit?" Peter asked, gesturing to the bench. She took his hand and pulled him down with her as she plopped down. Peter felt a blush of his own rise up on his cheek, shyly threading his fingers through hers.
Peter hadn't planned very far when he made this date with Rigby. The very fact that he called it a date made him feel nervous like a teenager. For now it was enough to spend time with a girl he was fond of. He clasped Rigby's hand tight, using leverage on his feet to gently rock them back and forth on the bench swing.
"This is nice," Rigby sighed out, nestling her head on the paramedic's shoulder. "How long is your break?"
"I'm not on a break," Peter told her. He bent his head down so their eyes would meet. "I took the afternoon off," he announced. He knew she wouldn't understand what a huge deal that was but it still brought a smile on the girl's face.
"You did?" Rigby asked him in amazement. Her eyes were wide as they focused on Peter's.
"Yes." Peter's voice fell to a sudden hush as he drew closer to her, nudging their foreheads together. "I'm all yours," he whispered, crossing the last few inches and kissing her lips softly.