peterpaulwisdom:

“s’okay Luv, I promise” he could give no cares to the harsh one and her wandering eyes as he places a firm kiss against her neck, ignoring the fact it had been more than a few days since his last solid night’s sleep. Wisdom had a lot of patience. He’d worked for the royal family and been sent back in unknown dimensions with children on his heels as though he were a babysitter. He’d been beaten almost to death by estranged ex boyfriends and married enraged faeries to save London from a grizzly fate. He’d put up with one hell of a spin from Black Air back in the day, MI-13 in the current day, and once more partnered himself up with the love of his life and her bloody little rat as he made life all the more hard.

Oh Pete had a lot of patience. He did not, however, have a single ounce of patience for the fae whose hands decided it was a bloody fantastic idea to poke and prod at his missus, feeling far too on edge as fingertips ran risk of slipping down those pyjama shorts and boy did he have no doubts she would in fact follow through with such. He barely withholds a low grunt in the back of his throat though loud enough to voice danger before his own hand drops to replace the unfamiliar to draw the smallest one closer and into his coat. “First things first keep yer paws off me missus or the soddin’ lot of you and London can sink into the bloody planet for all I care.” It was a lie, of course, forever being half in love with Elizabeth (or at least a quarter) and for the very ground he stood on but proving a point was necessary.

“Threatenin’ the bloody Queen sure as hell isn’t gonna get you any further either. Should I be askin’ what you did to piss ‘em off this time?” it was no doubt habit as he stood towering over his lover with fingertips drawing idle patterns against her bare skin, slipping beneath the elastic over her hip and out once more with a grumble. He’d like nothing more than to leave this menace on her own to deal with whatever repercussions as they unfolded but it wasn’t in him to leave something that needed doing undone and Tink sure as hell knew that. So he pulls rank, stance firm given the current predicament and looks the much more menacing one dead in the eyes so she was all too aware he was not kidding “I dunno what you expect me to do about all this but you better damn well keep to your word. Pull any funny business and I’ll pull the damn treaty faster than—” perhaps a bad train of thought around his lover “ —— Right fast.”

With such terms lay out on the board in front of them he returns his gaze back to the bloody dragon wedged between bodies, his lip quirking briefly in a snarl at the unknown yet open line of communication the purple one had opened purely to express his utter disdain ‘keep your damn mouth shut you little rat.’ He shrugs the trench coat from around his shoulders and masterfully wraps Kitty into the snuggest burrito he knows how to muster, shifting to lift her up and over so arms can rest round his neck with warm hands—unfortunately for her – resting firmly beneath her thighs to ensure she doesn’t slip in her somewhat groggy state “Get movin’. Explain this on the way.”

    At the hasty bat away of her hand that crocodile smile of hers emerged from behind lips curled into a smile. It was fake and processed and that mechanical excellence that grinded behind the sneer was finding his weaknesses all over again. “She’s soft.” The exaggeration on the last word was quite the opposite of it meaning as the hand once on his new lover’s thighs was raised in a bout of dramatics and her nails, long and untamed, curled into her palm as though she were contemplating the feeling she’d been depraved of. She’d met The Other Woman and she was not impressed but for the ex-wife to brush against The Other Woman’s Other Woman was certainly a feat to be reached in this tangled web Pete Wisdom had made of his love life. It was unwise to count the ways everyone in this room was sharp and defensive; point at drawn blades and you’re bound to get your finger cut. But still she prodded with her hands away and up in a defeated gesture as though she surrendered, as though she’d never do it again. A sweet thought but an empty gesture. She could, she would. “I thought she’d be…bigger though.”

And so from his jacket her head popped out rearing to respond to what been done unto her despite how his arms wrapped around her. “Excuse me!” It was curt and not even the beginning of what it was she wanted to say to this leech who’d decided her target just had to be her boyfriend. If this was the game she wanted to play she’d pry and pry and pry until she was gone, no concern put forth for the Queen’s well being. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here! Do you want me to tell that to Pete so he can convey the message to you? Tell her to stop talking to me like I’m not HERE!” She was half-phased and fully ready to fight even as she spoke, her torso going through his forearm so she might free herself from his hold. It was bold to be out in the open as she was and it drew no response from Tink other than a chuckle. Standing out and in front she’d made herself tangible again and as such vulnerable to being picked up and away from her makeshift place of battle.

At first she struggled, understandably wary about hands being laid on her with the fae, tricksters that they were, around. But the wiggle here and there she offered was not enough to deter him and so she accepted her fate, not quite knowing how cold she was was until he’d wrapped her up and held her close. The only trouble came when his hands crept up her thighs. She did her best to suppress the whine that came with the territory, breathing it into his neck as quiet as she could but it was not quiet enough. From the dragon who’d made his home on the small space Kitty left on Pete’s shoulder an eye roll and from Tink a shocked expression. “Scandal in the English countryside,” Teasing from Tink that came with a knowing nod aimed towards Kitty. She had wanted to be acknowledged head on and this was certainly a way to garner attention. “Sensitive aren’t you? Should I ask Pete to be rougher?” 

Kitty’s eyes darted down, temporarily caught in the shame of it all, before her lips wandered back to his scuff effectively blocking the show as she burrowed into the crook of neck. Lips ghosted over all she could reach and where her hands fell on his chest she drew circles, trying to soothe whatever anxiety she knew she was kicking up by fighting back and giving Tink whatever twisted thing it was she wanted. “‘m sorry Petey.”

Tink, on the other hand, had no sympathy. She charged ahead, threw open the door to his office revealing a portal to her home land just on the other side. Green and soft and sparkly and if you looked to your right on fire. When she’d said dragons she wasn’t kidding. A grand, sweeping gesture and she welcomed them into her own slice of hell like it was a prize to be had. Like they weren’t being forced: “Ladies and lapdogs first.”