"You're Still the One"
Dec. 22nd, 2009 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticThis would be their first night without the kids in the house. Out of habit, Peter wandered to Noah and Ally’s rooms in turn expecting to see them tucked under the covers. But they were both grown up now and living their own lives.
Peter knew that, yet his heart still fell when he saw the empty beds.
“Hey.” Arms wrapped around his waist and he felt warmth press up against his back. Peter turned his head to the side. He knew that touch from anywhere.
“Hey, Elle,” he answered.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked him.
“I don’t know, I just…” He trailed off, his eyes wandering over his son’s empty room. He turned away after a moment to follow Elle out into the living room.
They had the house to themselves plenty of times before. Like when the kids were at sleepover parties or at summer camp. Yet all those other times held the assurance that they would return. This time the beds would remain empty.
“Empty nest syndrome,” Elle guessed with a sympathetic rub of her husband’s arm. He nodded in response, leaning into her touch. “Poor baby,” she murmured.
“Don’t you miss them?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she admitted, “but…” She tilted her head so their lips were brushing against each other. “Now we have the whole house to ourselves. We don’t have to be quiet anymore.” Peter let out a snort hearing that but couldn’t help putting his arms around the woman’s waist, all the same.
“You mean you haven’t gotten tired of me?” Peter wondered with a teasing smile playing on his lips.
“Not even close,” Elle responded. She pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss, her body pressing tight against his. Feeling her made Peter’s pulse race and a soft moan was captured between their joined lips. After a moment Elle pulled back. “And what about you?” she asked him. “Getting tired of me?”
“Never,” Peter assured her. He could see gray beginning to sneak into the blonde hair of his wife, light wrinkles lining her face. But to him she was just as beautiful as the day he got down on his knee and asked her to marry him.
“I will never get tired of you,” Peter emphasized, pulling her close and kissing her just so she would get the point.
Peter knew that, yet his heart still fell when he saw the empty beds.
“Hey.” Arms wrapped around his waist and he felt warmth press up against his back. Peter turned his head to the side. He knew that touch from anywhere.
“Hey, Elle,” he answered.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked him.
“I don’t know, I just…” He trailed off, his eyes wandering over his son’s empty room. He turned away after a moment to follow Elle out into the living room.
They had the house to themselves plenty of times before. Like when the kids were at sleepover parties or at summer camp. Yet all those other times held the assurance that they would return. This time the beds would remain empty.
“Empty nest syndrome,” Elle guessed with a sympathetic rub of her husband’s arm. He nodded in response, leaning into her touch. “Poor baby,” she murmured.
“Don’t you miss them?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she admitted, “but…” She tilted her head so their lips were brushing against each other. “Now we have the whole house to ourselves. We don’t have to be quiet anymore.” Peter let out a snort hearing that but couldn’t help putting his arms around the woman’s waist, all the same.
“You mean you haven’t gotten tired of me?” Peter wondered with a teasing smile playing on his lips.
“Not even close,” Elle responded. She pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss, her body pressing tight against his. Feeling her made Peter’s pulse race and a soft moan was captured between their joined lips. After a moment Elle pulled back. “And what about you?” she asked him. “Getting tired of me?”
“Never,” Peter assured her. He could see gray beginning to sneak into the blonde hair of his wife, light wrinkles lining her face. But to him she was just as beautiful as the day he got down on his knee and asked her to marry him.
“I will never get tired of you,” Peter emphasized, pulling her close and kissing her just so she would get the point.