A great book begins with an idea; a great life, with a determination.

[writtendestiny]

Who: Poison & YOU.
What: Open and closed top levels, etc. Hit me up at hardtostarboard or by PM to plot!
When: All through August.
Where: All around - specified in prompts.
Warnings: None yet, will be noted in subjects if they appear.

Comments

[itsnotaonesie]

[He makes an MEEHHHH sort of noise and shrugs. Nah, it won't help him stop worrying about her, but he might be able to worry about this one particular thing a little less.

When she slips into the pool with him, he rests his hands on her hips and leans down to give her a quick smooch on the forehead.]

Like if I just said 'please', or are you expecting something that takes actual effort?

[writtendestiny]

Do you think I'd so something like that to you?

[She makes a frowny-face at him, though she's sure he would go to all kinds of efforts if she asked him to. The kiss to her forehead is answered by one planted on Peter's lips.]

Maybe I just want you to hold my hand while the machine is running.

[itsnotaonesie]

[He makes a thoughtful little humming noise while he smooches her back.]

I think I can manage that. I think this is where I'm supposed to say something sappy like, 'I don't need an excuse to hold your hand' or something.

[writtendestiny]

You could say something like that.

[Poison grins, bumping her nose against his and draping both of her arms over his shoulders.]

You know, if you were feeling very sappy. I might even like it.

[itsnotaonesie]

But see, now you're putting me on the spot and I can't think of anything sappy to say. 'Nice butt' probably wouldn't fly instead though, would it.

[And then Peter ruined the moment, but that's okay. He wraps his arms around her and gives her a light squeeze.]

[writtendestiny]

[She laughs, dropping her head to his shoulder and giving him a soft punch in the shoulder. No one could say she loved Peter for how smooth he could be, but she didn't need someone to be smooth if they could make her laugh.]

I'm sure you'll come up with something. [Poison thinks for a moment, then puffs out a breath.]

But I suppose I've been thinking about it for long enough, I should really just... do it.