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spongetasticHe listened to his lover’s steady breathing. Long after Desmond fell asleep, Peter continued to stroke the other man’s hair. He loved sleeping together in the bathtub. The closeness was comforting and though they progressed to an actual bed, sometimes they needed that closeness. Like now.
The Dollhouse was still with them, despite the fact that they were released from their contracts a long time ago. Peter only had a year to go when he was given back his OP, and Des was only an Active for a few months. And yet the Dollhouse wouldn’t let go. Just like tonight as they sought the comfort of enclosed spaces.
Peter gently slipped out of the tub to walk around the apartment. He found his cell phone and checked it for any messages. Recently he began insisting on communication solely through text. Something was going to happen with the phones, maybe soon. He padded barefoot over to the screen door so he could step out into the cool night air.
The city was alive below, completely oblivious to the hour. That was what he loved about New York: there was always something going on. It made his post-Dollhouse life so much simpler.
Though of course, nothing about this life was simple.
He turned away from the city and made his way back to Desmond. The man was still asleep so Peter tried to be careful as he slid back in. He slid his arms around the sleeping man’s body and pulled him close.
“I love you,” he whispered in the sleeping man’s ear. Desmond let out a sigh and snuggled closer. Peter hated missing part of Desmond’s birthday, but this moment was definitely worth that time apart.
The Dollhouse was still with them, despite the fact that they were released from their contracts a long time ago. Peter only had a year to go when he was given back his OP, and Des was only an Active for a few months. And yet the Dollhouse wouldn’t let go. Just like tonight as they sought the comfort of enclosed spaces.
Peter gently slipped out of the tub to walk around the apartment. He found his cell phone and checked it for any messages. Recently he began insisting on communication solely through text. Something was going to happen with the phones, maybe soon. He padded barefoot over to the screen door so he could step out into the cool night air.
The city was alive below, completely oblivious to the hour. That was what he loved about New York: there was always something going on. It made his post-Dollhouse life so much simpler.
Though of course, nothing about this life was simple.
He turned away from the city and made his way back to Desmond. The man was still asleep so Peter tried to be careful as he slid back in. He slid his arms around the sleeping man’s body and pulled him close.
“I love you,” he whispered in the sleeping man’s ear. Desmond let out a sigh and snuggled closer. Peter hated missing part of Desmond’s birthday, but this moment was definitely worth that time apart.