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<Jersey> She had spent quite a bit of the evening sitting on the floor with Hunter's head on her thigh working on an organized first aid kit after one of her wounds had healed. Her fingertips alternated between sliding things into place and reaching over to scratch behind the dog's ears, leaning over to scratch at Lady and then returning to the kit itself. When she was finished, Jersey gave a "ha" louder than she meant and startled Hunter before she leaned down and squeezed the big dog gently in reassurance and apology. "Sorry buddy." She mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

<Peter Parkman> Peter had already been up and dressed; had already fed, due to the scheduled delivery of blood to his doorstep. Had already said his goodbyes to Jersey and to the dogs as he went on his routine trip to the city. He had a couple of library books to return, and a couple more that he wanted to hire. He checked in at the Asylum, before making the long trip home again. He closed the door behind him and pulled his shoes from his feet. He took the big jacket off and hung it on the hook behind the door. He was in the process of rolling up his sleeves as he sauntered toward Jersey, a thrum of desire sliding down his torso. He ignored it. "What have you been doing to Hunter?" he asked, having caught the tail end of the apology.

<Jersey> “I startled him on accident.” She answered while she heard his question, cuddling the dog once more before she got to her feet, tucking the hem of her sweater into the jean shorts she wore as she took advantage of the fact she no longer felt the cold. If she’d go outside, she’d put on pants. Until then, it wasn’t going to happen. Barefoot, the blonde was clearly comfortable in the cabin and when he was close enough, Jersey reached up to slip her arms around his shoulders to lean up and greet him with a kiss. “I made a sudden noise after sitting in silence for a while.” She gave a sheepish smile, her 'morning' tasks such as feeding and getting ready for the day having been done once he was gone. “It’s what happens when I’m focused on something for too long.”

<Peter Parkman> "Ah," Peter said, glancing around the cabin at the gathered animals. They were all easily startled. And not so much startled, just easily excitable. They all had far too much energy. "Mmmm," he murmured as Jersey slipped her arms up over his shoulders. He wound his own around her waist. "They should be used to it," he said after returning her greeting kiss. "All I do all night is sit and read," he added. He eyed the couch - there had to be a dent, there, where he usually sat. His usual spot in front of the fire. "What have you been doing?"

<Jersey> She chuckled and pressed another gentle kiss to his lips before she leaned into him comfortably, squeezing his shoulders as she grinned up at him softly. "You don't make random exclamations often though." She turned her head and looked at the couch to follow his gaze, chuckling. "There's nothing wrong with sitting and reading all night, it's one of my favorite things to do with you." When she was questioned what she'd been doing, Jersey turned her attention to the kit on the floor before she looked back up at him innocently. "I got shot again - it healed." She added quickly, "But I was thinking that it wouldn't be a bad thing to have a first aid kit in the cabin?"

<Peter Parkman> "There is one," Peter said. He was a bit OCD and as Jersey already knew, quite a bit pedantic about safety. Of course, he was used to living in the cabin by himself, and not with anyone else. "I keep it in the bottom drawer next to the bed," he said casually. He supposed she hadn't been here long enough just yet to go rifling through his things. Maybe she just wasn't all that curious. "Sorry, I should have put it somewhere more obvious," he added with a grin.

<Jersey> "Says the man that told me he didn't know when he'd been shot." She huffed and leaned up to nip his bottom lip quickly before releasing him. "Go sit, I'll go get that and put them both in the bathroom." Already, she didn't want to leave his arms and the blonde eyed him gently. "Then when I'm done, I'll come back with a book and settle down on my favorite seat for the evening?"

<Peter Parkman> The corner of Peter's lips dropped. wryly. "I HAD been shot for the first time in my life. I wasn't in the right mind," he said aimlessly. He was almost certain he'd have been struggling with the fact that Jersey was there. The location of the first aid kit would have been the last thought in his mind. He'd gotten good at ignoring the light nips and tugs - every now and again he might growl his frustration, but otherwise didn't like her to see that he was frustrated. It would only egg her on. And so he slid away, retrieving the bag with the books in it before heading toward the couch.

<Jersey> "I was picking on you." She chimed and then watched after him contently with a smile across her lips before she went to collect the kit, leaning down to whisper at Hunter as the large dog looked at her. "Go watch him before I return." She chimed and then disappeared into the bedroom, quietly singing to herself.

<Peter Parkman> Peter curled up in the well-used corner of his couch. Lady was up in his lap before he'd even got settled, licking her lips and huffing. She is a little ball of warmth and Peter contents himself with patting her - drawing the attention of KD, too, who stands at his feet wagging her tail and waiting for her turn.

<Jersey> Setting the kit down on the bed, she moved around to his side before pulling open the drawer and moving aside a box, wondering why he thought it would be good to put it there as she picked up an unfamiliar box to set it aside. Her green eyes caught the label, widening in surprise as she felt her jaw fall a bit and had she been alive, she would have gone a shade of red. "Oh... kay. Going to question later." She mumbled, pushing any and all thoughts aside as she kept her head down and found the kit, tossing the box on top of it. She used her foot to shut the drawer after making sure everything was back in it's place.

<Peter Parkman> Peter, of course, had completely forgotten about the impromptu purchase he'd made a week or two ago. It didn't phase him at all, should Jersey decide to go rifling through his things. She'd find all kinds of anxiety pills; there'd be bottles of pills for depression, too, all carefully prescribed to a Peter Parkman rather than to Arthur Pembroke. The authorities had been very thorough, making sure he was hidden. He hadn't had to take the depression pills for a while, but they were still there. He knew he had to go and have a clean up of the things he would no longer need, but he was still holding on to his humanity, in some small way. KD curled up on top of his feet. Peter reached into the bag he'd brought home and retrieved one of the Tom Holland books. He flipped to the first page.

<Jersey> Jersey had never really felt the need to rifle through his things, he had opened his home to her and he was always free to tell her to shoo, but he hadn't. When she mocked him, it was always in good nature and never to hurt him but as she set the box aside and crouched down once more, she tucked away the kits quickly and tried to think. Nothing that entered her mind was clean and as she felt desire move through her body, she ignored it and simply settled her thoughts by wandering up behind the couch. Jersey dropped the box into his lap, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek and for the life of her, she couldn't keep the teasing, "Well, you certainly aren't overcompensating" in her mouth.

<Peter Parkman> It took Peter a moment to realise what she'd dropped in his lap. One second he was focusing on the words on the page, and the next he was wondering if she'd bought him that 'make-your-own-kaleidoscope' kit from the corner shop. He'd seen it there on the counter last week. The box was around the same size. When he finally realised what he was looking at, he tensed. The pack of Trojan condoms that he'd bought for an 'emergency'. He licked his lips and trembled, just slightly. "I bought then in case of emergency," he said, immediately explaining himself. Immediately hoping she did not think this meant he was going to break his vow. Not yet. Not now. He could have laughed; could have teased her, but he figured that would only encourage her. And so he just sat there, staring at the box as if it were a huge hairy spider, and he was an arachnophobe.

<Jersey> She moved her hands to gently grasp his shoulders, leaning down to press a kiss this time to his neck, "Relax. I was only asking." She explained before leaning over to collect the box once more, "It's good to be prepared, just in case." Jersey skimmed over the box and felt relieved that he had at least taken some sort of steps just in case. She disappeared for a few moments to return the box to where she'd found it, returning with Cormac McCarthy's The Road in hand. Finding Lady where she usually draped herself, she took to sitting beside the man and ran her fingertips through the animal's fur. She was going to remain silent until he decided to speak.

<Peter Parkman> There was one part of him that was disappointed that she took the box away so quickly, and without argument. Even as she removed the offending item from his lap he continued to stare at the space. And when she returned, he turned that awkward stare in her direction. It was almost deeply inquisitive, the way he was looking at her. He licked his lips. He narrowed his eyes. He was worried that he had offended her, thus why she was so silent now - had there been annoyance in her tone? He couldn't tell.

<Jersey> She felt his eyes on her and lifted her gaze curiously, lifting an eyebrow before she moved her legs lightly over his lap and prodded him gently with her toe in the stomach. She gave him a soft, reassuring smile and leaned forward. The blonde wondered why she even considered remaining silent before she spoke into his mind, "What, handsome?" She asked curiously. Did it count as talking?

<Peter Parkman> He couldn't help it. Her legs were gloriously bare and smooth, and he had to run his hand over the skin, flawless, perfect. Long fingers traced a line over the shin, around the back of the calf, tickling the soft flesh behind her knee. He swallowed, and shrugged his shoulders. His book had fallen to the floor, and he hadn't even noticed. He hadn't read more than half a page.

<Jersey> A shiver of delight ran through her body as she felt his touch, her green eyes watching him as she leaned lightly into the couch and as she looked quite content at the moment. She felt want surge through her and she pushed it back down while she waited quietly. A smile graced her lips and she chuckled softly from being tickled, her hand moving to trace a light design on his shoulder. "Talk to me, Peter, please?" She had learned that she preferred mindspeak to speaking out loud sometimes, and right then was one of them.
<Peter Parkman> He wouldn't tell her exactly what was on his mind; that small voice goading him, and urging him to throw all caution to the wind. Weirdly, that small voice sounded a whole lot like Enver. Instead, he offered half a smile and looked up at Jersey. "You're not talking, per se, so why should I have to?" he asked teasingly.

<Jersey> "Because I wanted to hear your voice, first." She teased softly in response before she adjusted to sit closer with her legs still on his lap.

<Peter Parkman> "I do have a rather seductive voice. Like a siren. Like a male version of a siren," he said in a tone that clearly meant that he was teasing himself. And then he remembered what it was that Jersey called Kallista, and changed his mind. "No, not like a siren. Because I don't relish the idea of luring people to their deaths. I'm... I'm David Bowie," he said, thinking of the first thing that came to mind, his fingers still absently sliding back and forth along Jersey's bare skin.

<Jersey> "I just like to hear your voice." She shrugged and then arched a brow softly while she enjoyed his actions, her eyes falling shut as she settled comfortable beside him, "It was men that Siren's lured to their demise, you're more like a soothing addiction." She pinched him on the hip.

<Peter Parkman> "The connotation of 'addiction' isn't normally a good thing," Peter replied. "Sure, it might be a good thing to the addict for a while, because they delude themselves. And don't realise until it's too late," he said, eyes glazing for just a moment before he regained his reason. "Can't I be something else?" he asked, not really realising how far up her bare thigh his roving fingers explored.

<Jersey> She considered it for a few moments as her light colored eyes opened and she looked up at him, "Hmm... my beloved arbitrator?" She suggested, playing on the conversation of him being a hero before she gave him a soft, lazy smile.

<Peter Parkman> Peter's lazy smile echoed Jersey's. "Mhm, that works," he said, glad that no conversation about the box of condoms had ensued, or had been forced. "And you can be my beloved distraction," he said, in the best way possible. Before Jersey, he hadn't done much with his time. He still didn't do much with his time, but she still managed to distract him - whether by doing exactly what she was doing now, or by talking in his head when he wasn't at home. It was a welcome distraction.

<Jersey> She leaned up lightly to press her lips to his in another light kiss before settling back down at his side, relaxing as her gaze fell down to his fingers while she hummed softly. "I love you, Peter." Her eyes closed once more, listening to the sound of the dog's breathing in the cabin and the wind playing outside through the trees.

<Peter Parkman> "I love you, too," he said, while still thinking about all the ways in which she was a distraction. The way she was always touching him, always kissing him, either on the lips, or on the cheek, or at the corner of the mouth, or on the forehead. He wondered whether she was compensating for all the touching that they weren't doing. He had to internally slap himself and tell himself to quit thinking about it. He hummed, too, reaching over Jersey's legs to collect his book, which had fallen to the floor. He didn't open it back up yet, however. "So 'siblings', eh? Have they always been around....? Were they... lured to.... just like you were?"

<Jersey> She watched him while he moved, her hand moving from his shoulder along the back of his neck to where she would begin to run her fingertips along his hair line, "They were turned recently, Danton and Nakia." She stated softly, "After me, I remember Kia... she came into the shop once." She inclined her head and thought about her conversation with the woman. "They didn't have the same meeting, no."

<Peter Parkman> Peter turned an inquisitive - and slightly aghast - expression toward Jersey. "After you?" he asked. That wasn't so long ago. He cleared his throat. "Both? At the same time? In that short amount of time....? Has she... Kallista, does she ... why?"

<Jersey> "She can handle it and you can stop worrying." She flicked him at the back of his neck, "My sire knows what she is doing and she is not alone, nor is she reckless. Kallista has the family, she has me and she didn’t like seeing either of them dying – nor did I." The blonde immediately switched into the defensive.

<Peter Parkman> Peter frowned. He knew that Jersey only wanted him to like her sire, but he had never met the woman, and he was dubious. "I wasn't worried about Kallista's wellbeing," he said, tentatively, wondering whether he was inadvertently going to cause an argument. "I'm worried about those she chooses to sire. At random. Did they have a choice? Why two so close together? Are they happy?" he asked.

<Jersey> "Did your sire stalk you before she turned you? Did you have a choice?" Her eyebrows pressed together as she debated on the best way to get out of this topic, "They are happy. They knew each other." She considered going back to the topic of sex and Jersey gave a small exhale, "You still have yet to meet my sire, and you'd have to meet her to understand her. The same with the other two."

<Peter Parkman> Peter grunted a little and shifted beneath Jersey's weight - the physical weight, and the weight of her words. He knew that he'd have to ask them their stories before understanding. "No. I didn't have a choice. And don't you worry, she knows well and good that I'm not happy about the way it happened. Have I told you how it happened?" he asked, turning his eyes to Jersey's, his long fingers half massaging her thigh.

<Jersey> She adjusted to make it easier for him before she slid more into his lap and her arms slipped around his shoulders, her green eyes studying his features before she gave a small frown and shake of her head. "You haven't, no. I was going to wait until you mentioned it to ask. You only told me that Keara was your sire." She explained softly, meeting his gaze as she stroked over his shoulder, "You don't have to tell me now if you aren't ready to talk about it."

<Peter Parkman> Peter smirked. "Oh, it's fine to talk about. It's not distressing or anything. Might be, if they were monsters, but they're not," he started. "Maybe one day I'll laugh about it but right now...." he shook his head. He still thought that the way Keara and Enver acted with each other, they were no more than teenagers. "I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was sitting at the restaurant at the docks. Keara and Enver were there - Enver can eat, so he'd come in to buy something, I think. Doesn't really matter. They were both there, and they were arguing. I cut my hand on some glass - I'd knocked the wine bottle of the table. Keara came over to play nurse and I got pulled in to the argument," he started, wrapping his arms around Jersey's waist, and licking his lips and pausing, to make sure she was following.

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<Jersey> Jersey pressed her lips to his lightly as he smirked before she pulled back to he would be able to speak, thinking about it as he explained and her eyebrow lifted softly. "I've met Enver, he greeted me in the Asylum as you know with the comment that he doesn't hold a flame to you." She relaxed as his arms went around her and she leaned into him lightly, her green eyes watching his tongue disappear between his lips before she nodded to show she was still listening.

<Peter Parkman> Peter rolled his eyes, never really placing much importance on the looks of himself or of others, before continuing. "Well, I tried to excuse myself, but they followed me. I saw some things I probably shouldn't have - the way Enver moved too quickly, and the way Keara was dressed, showing plenty of skin, it just wasn't appropriate for how cold it was. I knew something wasn't right. And as soon as they knew that I knew they wouldn't let me go. They started talking about someone called Crash. Enver threatened to enthrall me. Keara wouldn't let him. I think maybe Enver meant to kill me, I'm not sure. But they both fed from me. I felt like a stuck pig. I was this piece of meat that they fought over. In the end, they were fighting over who would be the one to feed me their blood. Keara won that argument, so I became hers," Peter explained, wondering idly whether the story even made any sense.

<Jersey> She didn't like the idea as she frowned and then brushed her fingertips through his hair, "Well, to be fair you technically were a piece of meat to them. You were dinner." She probably wasn't making that easier on him before she held him closer and exhaled quietly in thought as she closed her eyes in attempt to actually envision it. Jersey decided, after the thought of Peter dying crossing her mind, the blonde simply tightened her arms around the man possessively. She pressed a small kiss to the curve of his neck, "Well, as unpleasant as it is... I'm glad that you were turned. I may not have met the man of my dreams otherwise."

<Peter Parkman> "Or maybe you would have met me regardless. And we'd both still be human. And..." he frowned, and shook his head. He wouldn't bring the subject back around to that again. "Anyway, sure yes, I was technically dinner but that does not excuse the way they acted. I wasn't just a piece of meat, I was the solution to an argument. Or a by-product of it. My turning was a result of their childish anger with each other," he said, and then half smiled again as he shook his head. "And it's not the only time I've been caught in the middle," he said.

<Jersey> It crossed her mind before and she gently cupped his cheek, kissing the man tenderly in her way to say that she understood before she set her head against his shoulder lightly. There was a snort of disapproval, but there was a silent approval to know that her sire hadn't done that to her, or her siblings. "Mm, like I said. My beloved arbitrator. Just next time... if they get violent, let them duke it out and come home? I'd rather not have anything bad happen."

<Peter Parkman> Peter melted into that tender kiss, his whole body relaxed, the urge to slide out from underneath her only so that he could stretch out beside her, and over her, was imminent. Before he could give in to the urge, however, she'd pulled away and snuggled in against him. He took a deep breath and shrugged. "They'd never hurt me, I don't think," he said. "They do seem genuinely sorry for how it happened, and I am thankful they decided to let me live, rather than just throw me in the river," he added.

<Jersey> She had noticed the way he relaxed when she kissed him and idly considered doing it later once they were back to comfortable silence as her fingertips danced along his shoulders. "They both seem like good people, and I'm glad to know that Keara does treat you well." She shuddered at the idea of him going in the river and mumbled something incoherently about never wanting to think about it again.

<Peter Parkman> Peter didn't quite catch what Jersey said near the end. He just frowned down at her, before shrugging it off. "She does, definitely. I don't know why Charlotte's so out of sorts all the time, either. I just... don't see Keara neglecting anyone she's turned on purpose," he mused, staring abstractedly into the crackling fire.

<Jersey> "I think Charlotte's scared and doesn't understand what happened to her exactly." She frowned before deciding to admit to her muttering, "I was saying I don't want to picture a way of losing you." She spoke shyly. When he stared into the fireplace, Jersey stroked her fingertips against the curve of his neck idly while she thought to herself.

<Peter Parkman> Peter's caterpillar eyebrows rose into his hairline as he turned away from the flames and back to Jersey, the sight of her just as warming as the the fire. He pushed his fingers through her hair and kissed her chastely on the lips; when his fingers dropped back to her waist, they snuck up under her jumper, his fingertips resting on the bare skin of her hip, nails tickling lightly at the surface. "And you of course know I feel the exact same way," he said.

<Jersey> Her eyes fell shut at the feel of his lips against hers, Jersey giving a soft shiver as desire spread through her system. She reopened her eyes and looked at him gently, her expression soft while she gave a nod of her head.

<Peter Parkman> The urge returned. She was silent, and she was looking up at him with such tenderness - he just wanted to consume her, somehow. With as much grace as he could muster he slid out from beneath her, so that she would land in the corner he had previously occupied. His arm slid from around her waist, and as he eased and stretched his legs out along beside hers, her head would come to rest upon his arm, cushioned by the arm of the chair. He arched over her, his gaze flicking from her lips to her eyes and to her hair; again, he slid his fingers through her hair, before kissing her temple, and then her jaw, and then her lips.

<Jersey> She was surprised when she was moved, but gave no sign of being bothered by it as she stretched out comfortably beneath the tall man. One hand went to his waist, grasping his side lightly as the other settled against his neck as she leaned up slightly to meet him into the kiss eagerly. She gently teased the side of neck with her fingertips, admiring the skin before the hand slid lower to rest against his collarbone.

<Peter Parkman> When he settled, it was with one knee resting between Jersey's legs, holding him and keeping him balanced so that he would not crush her beneath him. His elbow dug into the corner of the couch as he supported Jersey's weight, that hand tangled in the blonde locks of her hair. His opposite hand returned to its position at Jersey's hip, skin against skin. His tongue touched her teeth, his mouth opening against hers. He could kiss her all night.

<Jersey> 'This man would have been the death of me.' She thought as a hum of approval came from her throat and silenced itself as she closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of his lips and the taste of his tongue as she parted her lips. She didn't know how he would have been, but it was a possibility. Sex? Heartbreak? The thoughts took vacation as she relaxed completely beneath him.

<Peter Parkman> Jersey might have been relaxed, but this was new territory for Peter. There was a war being fought within the confines of his body. A war between an overly-cautious mind and instinctual testosterone. There was a beautiful woman beneath him. He knew that she wanted him, that she loved him. He wasn't exactly aware of what he was doing when that kiss of his grew a little more fervent, and the feathery touch of his fingers upon the skin of her hip hardened, palm curving around the enticing undulation of her waist. Maybe it was the hum of approval, the warm thrum that reverberated through her body that egged him on.

<Jersey> She was very much aware of the pleasure and want that moved through her system, her fingertips grasping his shirt and drawing him just a bit closer. Her hips pressed softly against his to tease before she settled against the couch once more and she slid her hand just a bit lower along his chest, pulling at the shirt.

<Peter Parkman> It was the push of her hips against his, and perhaps the sensation of the shirt being tugged out from its secure position tucked into his pants that undid him. Arousal flood his body like a hot breeze in a heat wave. If Jersey had kept her hips pressed up against him, she might have felt the stirring. It was the only thing that Peter could feel. Jersey was a hot coal beneath him and he hissed; he broke the kiss and released her hip. His hand pressed into the cushion beneath her, as he pulled that bottom lip of his between his teeth. He shook his head, sharply. His eyes opened wide, seeking Jersey's gaze; wide and deeply apologetic. Testosterone had won out against reason.

<Jersey> And as soon as it was over, Jersey lowered her arms underneath her head and opened her eyes to meet his gaze. There was no anger, no frustration - simply contentment as she stretched out beneath him idly like a cat would from its morning nap. When he shook his head, she reached up to cup his shin before whispering, "Stop." And then she pulled one knee up, her bare leg scraping against the cloth of his pants before it settled against his hip. "It will not kill either of us to make out and be intimate in some ways than none, you were enjoying yourself. I was, too."

<Peter Parkman> She was right, and he knew it. He should be able to lie there and make out with her and not have to worry about anything. There was a nagging thought in the back of his mind - Enver was right. Peter was male and there was only so long that he'd be able to resist. He trembled at the thought of ever losing Jersey, however, and the fear would always be there. He kept assuming that Jersey would be the one to break - the one to release her frustration and get angry. But Peter had a feeling that he'd be the one to fall. He sighed, noisily. And as he relaxed a little on purpose, his weight would push against Jersey's. She'd feel that bulge trapped in his pants. "I was enjoying myself too much," he murmured with an awkward kind of half smile.

<Jersey> She would have blushed heavily again as she felt it and bit her bottom lip as she tried to think of a remedy situation for it, her green eyes focused on the ceiling as she stilled as if not to make it any more aware. However, when that failed, she glanced down between them and set her hands on her ribcage, just beneath the underwire of her bra. "I can see that." She chuckled and leaned up carefully to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Well... given sex is out of the question and something tells me you'd leave a Peter-shaped hole in the wall at the suggestion of a shared cold shower... we either ignore it until you need to actually stop and go deal with it, or we stop now, cuddle and wait for it to go away." She was joking about the shower, simply picking on the situation. She actually did think he'd leave a Peter-shaped hole in the wall, though, either that or he'd be out of her view fast.

<Peter Parkman> The breath hitched in Peter's throat as his body tensed at the mention of a cold shower. He laughed, then, a sound that petered off into a low groan, his forehead falling forward so that his face nestled in at the crook of her neck, his long body draped over hers. "You have no idea how appealing that sounds," he said, voice muffled against her skin, breath whispering in her hair. The rest of her statement sunk in, then, and he raised his head to look at her. "Deal with it? How do you propose I'd do that?" he asked with a smirk.

<Jersey> "Mm, I think I do." She responded softly as she wrapped her arms around him, allowing her wrists to rest against his lower back as she closed her eyes and simply held him close to her body. She could have fallen asleep there if it hadn't been for what was pressing up against her, but, at least she wasn't the one having to feel it the other way around. She could hear the smirk in his tone and she peeked one eye open as she looked at him. "Think unhappy thoughts. Go... in the bathroom and you know." She made a shooing motion with one hand before they settled back, "I don't know."

<Peter Parkman> Peter snorted. The whole notion was ludicrous, and imagining it only fuelled the nervous energy that had already gathered in the pit of his soul, seeping out into his limbs to make him both restless and completely at his leisure. Unhappy thoughts, though? He could do that quite well - and when his mind did manage to catch up with him, the image of himself you knowing in the bathroom was replaced by the huge mass of slathering shadows and flesh - the fadebeast that Keara had summoned, just to show him. The one she'd summoned in order to make Enver come downstairs. The second time Peter had inadvertently ended up in the middle of an argument. The thought that such a beast would burst out of Keara's swollen belly - yeah, those images killed all his stirring desire pretty quickly. He sighed, both content and disappointed. His fingers tickled at Jersey's hairline, over her forehead, as he kissed her again, lightly.

<Jersey> "Well." She stated after it was gone, "Whatever you thought of scared it away." She mumbled, hiding the disappointment in her tone as she slipped her hands underneath his shirt gently before resting against his back once more. She smiled softly and returned the kiss softly.

<Peter Parkman> Peter laughed again, even as he subconsciously reacted to the feel of her fingers against his skin. He kept those unhappy thoughts in his head, and that delighted shiver that ran the length of his spine did not reach his groin. He was smiling against Jersey's lips. "Keara summoned me a fadebeast. She knew I hadn't seen one. She thought it was a good idea if I did," he said. He didn't mention seeing Keara naked, because the woman had entirely no shame. He didn't mention Keara being pregnant with one of the monsters, either. "I just thought of one of those tearing its way out of your belly..." he said as he frowned down at the space between them, his hand resting over Jersey's belly-button, fingers splayed. "And you not surviving," he said, gaze returning to Jersey's face though his fingers stayed where they were.

<Jersey> She was quiet for a few moments, "I told you they were uglier than sin." She mumbled before she turned her head to press another tender kiss to his lips, trying to sooth his concern as she brushed her thumb back and forth against his back. "I like it when you get a physical reaction though, like that." She chuckled, "I did think you were gay at some point, remember?" She teased, her expression showing that thought had clearly and would have forever left the building.

<Peter Parkman> "No, no. Definitely not gay," he said. "Wouldn't want you to ever think I wasn't attracted to you," he said with another smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It's so easy for you women to see when men are attracted. We men have to just guess," he mumbled, his hand having slipped behind Jersey's head, the pad of his thumb playing over the curves of her ear.

<Jersey> She chuckled and slid her hands a bit higher under his shirt, enjoying the feel of his skin underneath her palms before she slid them back down to rest just at the waistband of his jeans. "Pretty sure you don't have to guess with me constantly butt grabbing in the morning, hm?" She smirked.

<Peter Parkman> "No," he said. And he couldn't help recalling all those times she'd assured him there were other things they could do to give each other pleasure that did not require sex, per se. He'd grown comfortable with Jersey. He was content there, with her. And he knew there were things that he could do to alleviate any frustration that she might not be showing, but which he assumed was there due to the way she teased him, every now and again. "But I could also..." he paused, swallowed, and let his fingers rove from her belly button down to the buttons of her pants. These he undid, the zip easing open as he slipped his hand beneath.

<Jersey> Her lips twitched in amusement and softly, she inclined her head as she looked up at the man with the same soft expression she always did. Curiosity was evident in her features when he trailed off, her fingertips lightly massaging the skin on his back before it dawned on her what he was doing once the button was undone. Arousal flooded through her and she bit her bottom lip, one of her hands moving to bunch the cloth around of his neck before she drew him into another kiss without another thought.