peterpaulwisdom:

  Pete should have known better yet here he was, stiff as a board at the faint little sound that left the brunettes throat and only as icy blues glance over at the menacing counterpart does he realise how long this night is going to be. He wants to reassure the one latched on that it was fine and she was fine but the ability to speak seemed to catch in his throat like bile and he continues the elongated silence for much longer than intended. But focusing on her gentle touch while his temperature lingers well over 100 degrees is the only thing he can manage to keep sane, ignoring the extra pair of eyes watching over their private little rendezvous “S’okay Luv. Jus’ be careful” he wouldn’t trust this conniving, sly creature so long as he lived for once you were fucked over by a faerie, that was enough.

  God what he wouldn’t give for a drink or a shag right now, anything to drown that drawling tone out of his head and its insinuations as she continued to press her damn hands all over his woman. He could try to break her hand if he really wanted. Not that it would go well but the thought had briefly been there and even if he did manage to get past her brute-force exterior she’d somehow turn it into a game of sexual deviance and he’d be right back where he started. So tentatively does he give the small one another gentle squeeze regardless of the dangerous placement of his hands and the aggressive thudding in his chest, hoping, praying she would just behave until this was done. “Tink. If we’re forced to help you and those bloody faeries you’re gonna be nice. Stop upsettin’ me Kitten.”

  He doubted the fae even knew what the word nice meant but he notes the surprising damage currently inflicted over her home land and felt a familiar pang of concern shoot through his gut. He could recall this the first time it happened, the way she had stormed in with her threats and her father’s dangerous words of destruction aimed at his London. Déjà vu, if you will, was a curious companion always lurking and ready in wait and he was definitely ready to be out, casting an irritable glare at the woman before passing through to the opposite side.

  It was far darker and far less floral than he remembered, a place regularly blooming with flora and greenery instead replaced with singed branches and flaming piles from the destruction those oversized lizards had begun reaping. Of course he would proceed to wonder which side instigated such provocation but for now it mattered not, only careful to keep the weight even on his back and the woman behind such weight, safe. One wrong move and Tink would scoop her up, would shuffle her off and steal a kiss and god knows what else the chance arose yet while he was careless in the sense his grip was far too tight, as long as he could feel the woman on his back things would remain fine “Any funny business and I’ll singe off those bloody wings. Understand?” His gaze meant business.

  “Know you reckon I have connections to all of these bloody creatures but it’s not just a matter of hi mate you mind stopping’ all this rabble? Takes a bit of time. Not to mention me missus wouldn’t let me go offing dragons either.” Not that he would really want to try going to war with a twelve foot demon lizard and her collection of minions his point still stood, taking a careful look at the damage done so far and bracing for it to have no doubt doubled by the time he was gone. He could deal with leprechauns, deal with unicorns, mermaids, centaurs; hell he’d dealt with bloody wraiths on one rather unfortunate occasion. But dragons were not enjoyable creatures nor were they friendly when he’d dealt in the past and as the old saying went: one does not meddle in the affairs of dragons for you are crunchy and taste well with ketchup. Of which he had no doubts was true.

  Pete comes to a stop before turning completely to the rough woman off beside him “Right. Speak. Can’t do much if we don’t know the whole story. Got some time how bout you start from the top?” Determined to ensure they both were aware of what they were getting into he stands firm, evidently ready to turn and head right back through that portal and allow the entire situation to simply play out were she to not cooperate.

    His firm stance meant next to nothing to the fae who remained unblinking when faced with his unspoken threats; evidently once you’d seen a man stripped to the bone and tied to the bed you lost all respect. Where he beckoned her to speak she was quiet, the stronghold of bitterness that divorce had left her with was still alive and faithful to it’s nature even in the face of total destruction. Instead of words her hand wandered up next to her face so it might be in view as he shot her that sullied little frown she knew so well and snapped, closing the portal and any upper hand he thought he had in this battle so obviously hers to win with all advantages tilted in her favor. A sharp inhale of brimstone and embers and her gaze, never once taken off him in all this time, was interrupted by a rapid flutter of her eyelashes, “As I was saying…”

“You are ten years and a beer belly away from dragon slaying, poppet.” For the first time in a long time her eyes wander from his, if only to bear witness to the slack jaw offense at the comment on his behalf from ‘his kitten’ but no sooner did her line of sight drop then it locked back on to him, sharper this time and grabbing more forcefully for his attention. “They’re civil creatures.” A pause only so a tree still burning and giving way to it’s own destruction might prove her wrong. “They live by an old code and they feel the fairies have gone against the old code. We haven’t of course. Dragons are drama queens. Love court theatrics. Where do you think Shakespeare got it from? His wife WAS a-    oh never mind that’s not important right now. What I mean is you should constrict them with some of the Queen’s fancy laws. They’ll love it.”

And at the notion of magical obscurities Kitty naturally tugged viciously at his collar, a harsh mix between whispering and shouting said into his ear, “Anne Hathaway was a DRAGON? That is RIDICULOUS!”

Slitted eyes fell upon the interruption as the serpent doth contain an outburst of anger; it was her mortal flaw and it was so plain to see, Tink fancied herself a python and Kitty was naturally only a kitten. “Like I was saying…” a calculated amount of agitation was put into the brunt statement earning her a roll of the eyes from the other party. “They aren’t completely up-to-date on British law and ethics. They prefer knight’s codes and valor. I hope you look just as dashing in a suit of armor as you do a suit.”

And all the while she was describing her woes Kitty peaked around Pete at Lockheed, perched on his other shoulder so very unnoticed; evidently girlfriend’s pet took a silver medal in agitation to ex-wife’s gold. ‘The faster we get this done the faster we can go back to sleep’, a curt thought from Kitty. She’d spare sympathy for Pete after she’d actually slept.

The dragon scoffed at the notion, out loud as he cared not whether the two arguing baboons knew they were thinking over their ever so riveting conversation. ‘Dragons from this Earth are terribly primitive and yet these two are edging towards rocket science.’

She sighed at his sass too tired to compile, too tired to disagree. Instead she made herself busy testing Pete’s grip, wiggling and attempting escape and finding no luck as the more stressed he became the tighter his fingers curled around her. So she did what she could, she phased and she fell. It was enough of ruckus to draw Tink’s attention to the wriggling mound of Kitty Pryde that had fallen face first into ash. She cleared her throat before she stood, roughly using the length of her forearm to wipe her face of the soot before holding the very same arm out for her companion. Lockheed was sure to raise just as much of a fuss leaving Pete, flinging out his wings with as much drama and flair as he could muster and hitting his former perch in the face while doing so before delicately landing on the arm outstretched for him. “We can do it.” It was calm, it was cool, it was even a little bit bored as far as heroic declarations went.

There she stood in her pajamas, an over sized t-shirt and some short shorts, a messy ponytail and a dragon barely the size of a chihuahua on her arm so plainly stating she could fix the landscape burning rather dramatically behind her. “Lockheed has lied so hard that he technically owns the Pistol Star and is the ‘prince’ of at least three small planet in a different galaxy. This will be a piece of cake.”

Jan 12 11:20 ( ♥ 13 )