A Room at the Arms, Saturday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

Waking up in hotel rooms she couldn't immediately place was no uncommon occurrence for Envy.

Placing one – after a moment to let her gaze sweep the room – as being on Fandom? And not one she remembered booking? Slightly more uncommon, but not entirely unheard of. Especially on a weekend she knew she was supposed to be on Fandom, anyway. Reunion. Why wouldn't the island just yank her back when it wanted to? Really, she should have expected it.

And all in all, all that she was a little miffed about was that the island hadn't thought to plop her husband beside her. She pushed herself up with a sigh, got herself a silk robe – at least her things had made it here with her – then checked the room number so she could text it to Peter. With nothing but said number and the word Fandom.

Which was not a specification on her location, but rather the requisite, mild 'ugh, Fandom'.

[ooc: Open, open, suresies.]

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[lockestheway]

Funny, that: Peter had had much the same experience that morning, though her message had reached him before he could send her a counter-message. He'd sighed, gotten out of bed, taken a second to brush his hair into some semblance of sense, and then gone wandering down the hallway until he found the right room.

He was outside now, knocking.

There was a light irritation to his knock. Because seriously, Fandom?

[whenshewasnice]

Envy looked about as unimpressed as his knock had sounded when she came to get the door.

"Well, at least it was the same building."

[lockestheway]

"Aren't we a little old for these shenanigans?" Peter asked. "I can't even get in contact with back home. For all we know, the island just started World War Four."

He hadn't gotten any less dramatic with age. Just less italicized.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy didn't roll her eyes because really, he knew she wanted to do that, so there was no need. She stepped out of the way.

"Then Lilith will handle it," she said, as she did.

[lockestheway]

Peter walked past her into the room, rolling his shoulders along the way. "So I'm going to assume this isn't our timeframe," he sighed. "Unless the island has come up with some new stunt to pull."

[whenshewasnice]

"No, I'm assuming we're probably here as replacements of our younger selves." Well, that had happened when they'd still been at school, hadn't it? She closed the door and ran a hand through her hair. "So welcome to a forced holiday in the past, Peter."

[lockestheway]

"Let's go to Bermuda next time," Peter said.

He turned and reached for her hand. "Though in all fairness, that's probably a lot nicer in this time before global warming got a hold of it."

[whenshewasnice]

She took his hand and laced her fingers with his, and also used it to tug him closer to herself. "There isn't a rule that says we have to stay on Fandom just because the island yanked us here..."

She was joking, of course. She owed some things to Fandom, so missing a reunion wasn't an option.

[lockestheway]

Peter slid his other arm freely around her waist, and grinned at her, meeting her eyes.

"A madcap adventure across all the best Caribbean hot spots before the ocean moved their beaches a couple of miles back?" he said. "We have a weekend. It's doable."

[whenshewasnice]

Well, if he was going to be like that, then she absolutely had to wind her other arm around his neck in turn.

"And no security detail," she pointed out. "No adult supervision."

[lockestheway]

They weren't in public, and they'd just woken up alone. Peter figured some physical affection wouldn't be amiss right now.

And it was just nice.

"Or we could just stay here and take advantage of the hotel room my younger self paid for," he said.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy raised an eyebrow at him. Pointedly. But not in the very serious pointed way that would not have boded well for him.

"I'll consider that idea, if you concede that it might not have been you that paid for this room."

It depended on how far back they'd been flung!

[lockestheway]

Peter let out a put-upon sigh. "Hegemony funds?" he tried.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy shook her head.

"Not good enough."

[lockestheway]

"Fine, fine," Peter said, "It's a 50-50 split between me paying for this neat little room and you seeing fit to splurge your entertainment funds on a standard room at Fandom's just-nice-enough-not-to-be-completely-run-down town inn."

He made big eyes. "Happy?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Ecstatic." The sarcasm hadn't gone anywhere over the years. It had just gotten less biting. (At him. People who weren't her family still got enough edges.) She played with the hair at the back of his neck a little, tilting her head to the side just so. "So, what was this idea you were suggesting? Something to do with this standard room someone paid for?"

[lockestheway]

"Well, we have the weekend off, and neither of us is getting any calls from anyone important," Peter said. "So in theory, we could have up to 48 uninterrupted hours."

He leaned in for a light kiss.

[whenshewasnice]

"In theory," she murmured against his lips. "In practice, 48 hours minus one or two social events."

[lockestheway]

Peter sighed.

"I don't know," he said, "The chance of photo-ops is pretty low out here."

That wasn't what sh meant and he knew it.

[whenshewasnice]

See, this was why Envy saved some of her eyerolls these days. So she could dispense them when it was really needed.

Like right now.

"I meant talking to people, Mr. Wiggin, and you know it."

[lockestheway]

"It was worth a shot," Peter said, the deadpan look vacating his face for a grin. "Have I mentioned you look beautiful this morning?"

Nice save. You know, without the smirking.

(Though it was true.)

[whenshewasnice]

"Thank you," Envy replied, agreeably. "I'm still going to at least one event. But feel free to tell me again."

That was only half smug.

[lockestheway]

Peter sighed. Loudly.

"You look beautiful this morning," he repeated. "This bit in particular."

And he kissed her again.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy didn't chide him for his sighing, this time. Because she was too busy kissing him back and pushing her fingers further into his hair.

If she mussed it up, he could just deal with that.

[lockestheway]

Peter wasn't going to protest this time.

He could afford not to look too Hegemonly, this time. He didn't need to brag.

But he wasn't going to be an idiot and linger on that while Envy was kissing him back like that, thank you very much. He pulled her closer against him, instead.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy wasn't looking very queen-like yet this morning, either. (At least not more so than whatever natural regal air she possessed, anyway.) There was time. And so, kissing.

She released his other hand because she needed both arms around his neck.

[lockestheway]

Peter smiled against her mouth, then nipped gently at her bottom lip.

"Missed you this morning," he mused.

[whenshewasnice]

"Did you?" she asked quietly, lips pulling into a smirk under the nipping. "How much?"

[lockestheway]

"I'm not sure if it's quantifiable," Peter said, and then kissed her again. "How tall and how wide are you, again...?"

[whenshewasnice]

Envy chuckled, a quiet and almost a little hoarse sound. "Oh, I see how it is," she teased, ducking away from the kiss to nuzzle his cheek a little. "You only want me for my body."

[lockestheway]

"Oh, yes," Peter said, "That's why I was always front of the pack of horny boys trying to get into your pants at this school."

He tilted his face into her motions, smiling.

[whenshewasnice]

"You did get in my pants at this school, if I'm not mistaken," Envy retorted. The benefit of not having had time to paint her face yet was that she wasn't getting any makeup on his. So she was taking advantage of that. "But I suppose other than that, you were biding your time."

[lockestheway]

Peter laughed. He cupped her cheek so he could hold it steady as he kissed her forehead. "It was all to get you on my side," he said, "Envy's big, impressive brain."

[whenshewasnice]

"Worked out stellarly for you," she murmured, eyes closed. "I suppose for me as well."

She'd been very happy for a long time, so, yes.

[lockestheway]

"I can't think of more than one or two things to complain about," Peter joked.

He kissed his way back down to her mouth.

[whenshewasnice]

"Sometimes I am distractingly beautiful."

But, more kissing. She was down for more kissing. And running one hand down his chest. And around his side, and –– okay, this was their high school town, and their high school reunion, and there was no one around to catch her groping his ass. So.

[lockestheway]

Peter let out a delighted little laugh.

"Now that's the teenage spirit of things," he teased, and tilted his head so he could press kisses against her neck.

[whenshewasnice]

"I'm regressing," she sighed, tilting her head away to give him some room. "Consider this long overdue from every drab social function where you looked good in a suit."

Sure, she'd probably done something about things after several of those social functions, but as fond as she was of logic, she wouldn't let that get in the way of her groping and kneading.