peterpaulwisdom:

    Try as he might there was no escaping the small girls distracting gestures as fingers curl into smooth flesh as he tries to keep focused albeit to the best of his abilities when teeth sank into his neck. She was bloody good at that, sucking his attention away from essentially anything he tried to do with all but a weakly grumbled protest. But he can enjoy the fact she too appreciated their dramatic pasts with memories tacked on like shoddy Polaroid film and he would do just that with another kiss stolen between her clearly evident means to cause trouble. He gives her a smile, a smirk, a wink particularly nasty to any but they and even as his vision almost sends them into the side of a building does he continue on, thumbs drawing idle patterns in the meantime “Nothin wrong with a fancy Chinese date. He treads the subject lightly just as he always does given the younger girls track record for disappearing but he glances around for familiar faces, offering yet another kiss that was far too indecent for public “Unless you’re not in the mood for wearin’ clothes at all, Kitten.”

    His gaze is knowing before carrying on to keep the pace “Took those sods weeks to stop doublin’ up my orders. Didn’t quite understand tellin’ them you were busy for a while. The blokes down at me pub kept askin when you were comin’ back. Got meself socked in the eye for tellin’ them hands off. Was a right good shiner.” More fond memories, truly, not having any of the boys talking slack about his not-quite missus or so help the Queen. “Can stop by if you’d rather, Chinese food and a drink? Sounds like a typical Wednesday night.” Carefully does he guide her back to the floor once more, half expecting her to latch on and the other expecting a thanks but no thanks.

    She took her place back of the ground with physical grace, patting down her skirt and fixing the tie she’d stolen so it’d be straight, but also with the assumption carrying her was too much for his old bones. “If you want me to be honest…” She trailed, evidently having moved past the awkwardness of re-acquaintance and weaving her hand into his, oblivious to his worries on the subject of her flighty tendencies.  “…I already popped my head in the pub today. So we probably shouldn’t unless you want another shiner.” There was no longer any hesitation, she’d melted back into routine while effortlessly keeping him on his toes by laying her head on his shoulder as she urged him to walk on. “I went on a walk down memory lane all by myself. It made it easier to show up-     and a little bit harder.” The last part of the sentence was admitted with defeat and unease, as though she were dragging the words out by force and holding down so they might be in the air long enough to be heard. But still she was trying. But still she wouldn’t elaborate. 

Cheekily would she change topics, looking up at him with free hand curled around his tie on her neck. “You think since you’re doubling your order again they won’t mind me going in naked, Petey?” A mockery of his own tone before she moved out in front of him, grabbing his other hand and walking backwards, knowing should there be any obstacles he’d tell her and they’d phase. Complete trust in herself while she shot him a weary look. “We could go to the pub though. As long as you and me both know this isn’t the nineties anymore.” Her head canted as she spoke, looking into his eyes with an intensity that had and always would be the same when she was looking for signs he was actually listening to her no matter what she had to say on the matter. “We’re not the same people, you know?”

“Not to mention gas prices are outrageous now.”

Jan 1 13:22 ( ♥ 19 )