Sunday: Questions
Jan. 13th, 2010 06:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetastic"Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple." --Dr. Seuss
Peter was finding more and more reasons to linger whenever he came by to visit Elle. At first he showed up to make sure she was still safe. Things grew more intimate and heated between them as time went on. Then Noah arrived, making it that much harder for Peter to leave. It wasn’t just about keeping them safe anymore. Peter had much more invested than that.
Quietly Peter slid out of bed, pulling on his pants and padding barefoot through the house. All the time spent running made him restless when he was in one place for too long. But for once it wasn’t the thought of being captured that kept him awake.
This was the fifth night in a row that he was convinced to stay here. His things were beginning to accumulate in Elle’s closet and he was automatically coming here when he had free time. Peter went to Noah’s bedroom and leaned over the crib to rub the sleeping baby’s belly. Peter loved the boy as if Noah were his own son. And then there was Elle.
To say that things were complicated between them was an understatement. It was always that way, from the moment they met in Primatech. They weren’t always close but Peter still cared enough to save her when she was in danger. He never intended it to escalate to this. Yet it did, and now he was madly in love with this woman.
But could he really do what his heart wanted? Their lives were uncertain and both of them could still be hunted down if they weren’t careful. How could Peter possibly ask any more of Elle? He loved her and wanted what was best.
“Peter?” He turned, seeing Elle in the doorway to her room. She was wearing the nightdress that sent Peter wild earlier that evening. He swallowed, feeling his pulse race again. “I thought you were gone,” Elle continued.
“No.” Peter took a step forward, placing his hands on the woman’s hips. He rubbed her back to feel the soft material slide under his touch. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked her softly.
“Of course I don’t.” Elle leaned forward to rest her hands on Peter’s chest. Her hands felt cool under his skin.
“Me neither.” Their lips were drawing closer together. Desire built up slowly in Peter’s body, pulling him closer. “I never want to leave you,” Peter confessed in a whisper.
“Then don’t,” Elle murmured back. She lifted a hand to trace across his face where his scar would sometimes return. “Stay here with me.”
Peter swallowed hard, his heart racing wildly in his chest. They both knew what Elle was asking of him. Peter kissed her hand and without a second thought dropped down to one knee. Elle sucked in a breath, clinging tightly to Peter’s hand.
“I will stay by your side for the rest of your life, if you’ll let me,” Peter said quietly. “Will you marry me?”
Peter was finding more and more reasons to linger whenever he came by to visit Elle. At first he showed up to make sure she was still safe. Things grew more intimate and heated between them as time went on. Then Noah arrived, making it that much harder for Peter to leave. It wasn’t just about keeping them safe anymore. Peter had much more invested than that.
Quietly Peter slid out of bed, pulling on his pants and padding barefoot through the house. All the time spent running made him restless when he was in one place for too long. But for once it wasn’t the thought of being captured that kept him awake.
This was the fifth night in a row that he was convinced to stay here. His things were beginning to accumulate in Elle’s closet and he was automatically coming here when he had free time. Peter went to Noah’s bedroom and leaned over the crib to rub the sleeping baby’s belly. Peter loved the boy as if Noah were his own son. And then there was Elle.
To say that things were complicated between them was an understatement. It was always that way, from the moment they met in Primatech. They weren’t always close but Peter still cared enough to save her when she was in danger. He never intended it to escalate to this. Yet it did, and now he was madly in love with this woman.
But could he really do what his heart wanted? Their lives were uncertain and both of them could still be hunted down if they weren’t careful. How could Peter possibly ask any more of Elle? He loved her and wanted what was best.
“Peter?” He turned, seeing Elle in the doorway to her room. She was wearing the nightdress that sent Peter wild earlier that evening. He swallowed, feeling his pulse race again. “I thought you were gone,” Elle continued.
“No.” Peter took a step forward, placing his hands on the woman’s hips. He rubbed her back to feel the soft material slide under his touch. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked her softly.
“Of course I don’t.” Elle leaned forward to rest her hands on Peter’s chest. Her hands felt cool under his skin.
“Me neither.” Their lips were drawing closer together. Desire built up slowly in Peter’s body, pulling him closer. “I never want to leave you,” Peter confessed in a whisper.
“Then don’t,” Elle murmured back. She lifted a hand to trace across his face where his scar would sometimes return. “Stay here with me.”
Peter swallowed hard, his heart racing wildly in his chest. They both knew what Elle was asking of him. Peter kissed her hand and without a second thought dropped down to one knee. Elle sucked in a breath, clinging tightly to Peter’s hand.
“I will stay by your side for the rest of your life, if you’ll let me,” Peter said quietly. “Will you marry me?”