A Very Nice Suite, Arms Hotel, Sunday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

Envy was exactly the sort of extra to have had the suite specially decorated by the team in a way that brought the theming of both the ceremony and the party together in a pleasing way, really tying the whole day together when they'd finally retreated back to the hotel.

Not that Envy, at least, had had even half a mind to appreciate it all much at all, last night. The day had been long, much longer than she'd anticipated. Not really in the sense of the hours, although those had also been many, but the...

Well.

Look, turned out getting married, even to your extremely steady significant other after years of engagement, was actually a pretty emotional thing to do. And with everything else that had been packed into the day, including all the off-screen stuff like photos and little interview snippets and God knows what else?

Yeah, she'd passed out hard and fast after getting to the room and getting out of her second dress of the evening. And you know what? Even as she was slowly drifting back awake, she had no regrets.

About any part of it.

[ooc: For the husband and some truly slow SP.]

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[lockestheway]

"Well, you got a little mouthy," Peter murmured. "Just not in a way that involves anyone's pants coming off, which... was an oversight."

His own fingers slid further down her arm, up towards her shoulder.

[whenshewasnice]

"No it wasn't," Envy retorted, dragging a couple of nails over his collarbone. "Rest is important."

[lockestheway]

"Good counter-argument," Peter said.

His fingers moved onto her side, along her waist.

[whenshewasnice]

"Thanks, I've had a good partner to spar with," Envy quipped in return, watching her hand move along his chest.

[lockestheway]

"So I owe Suri a raise?" Peter said innocently.

And onto her hip.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy snorted. "Most likely," she drawled. "Just not for this."

[lockestheway]

And, ah. There was the swell of her ass, nice and firm in his hand. "But," he said, "Done with rest?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Did you just touch my ass and say 'butt' like you're a kindergartener naming things?"

Of course the kicker here was that Envy could actually tell which spelling he'd meant and was just being a pain for the hell of it.

[lockestheway]

"Okay," Peter said, frowning at her, "Now that assumption is offensive. My butt jokes are much better than that."

[whenshewasnice]

"Oh, I didn't think you were making a joke."

Welcome to your married life, Wiggin.

[lockestheway]

"I think I'm going to go take a cold shower," Peter said. "This offense cut me to the quick."

[whenshewasnice]

Look how fast Envy was to flatten her hand against the middle of his chest.

"Don't give up so easy."

[lockestheway]

"Who says I'm giving up?" Peter said. "Maybe I'm just setting boundaries."

With his hand still on her ass, mind you.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy was noticing that, yes.

"And the boundary's right on one cheek?"

[lockestheway]

"Yes," Peter said solemnly. "Exactly there."

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, could be worse," Envy replied, with her tiny yet sharp smirk. "At least it's still on my body."

[lockestheway]

"I'm still considering that boundary," Peter told her, "Unless you're nicer to me."

[whenshewasnice]

"You want me to be nicer?" Envy replied, quirking her eyebrows. "And you think this is how you'll get it?"

The eyebrows said 'unlikely'.

[lockestheway]

"I feel like I have a pretty decent negotiating position," Peter said.

[whenshewasnice]

"Do you?" Envy asked, dragging a nail or two down his chest. "Why's that?"

[lockestheway]

"Because you've already communicated what you want," Peter said smoothly, "And I haven't. So who's to say I couldn't just walk out of here?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Oh, you could," Envy replied, lazily, "but that's putting a lot of stock in what you want being different from and ourweighing what I want."

A beat.

"If I've even been honest in the first place."

[lockestheway]

"You don't think I would?" Peter asked, lifting his chin.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy poked him in it.

"Shoot yourself in the foot like that just to spite me? Of course you would."

[lockestheway]

"You were very rude to my ego," Peter pointed out. "Maybe it won't feel like shooting myself in the foot at all."