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]

"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."

[whenshewasnice]

"Then the whole thing is moot," Envy retorted. "If your ego is so wounded as to take you out of the mood, then there is no mood."

[lockestheway]

"Hm," Peter said, pulling his hand away. "Well, I guess that strips me of all my reasons not to leave the bed..."

[whenshewasnice]

Envy let her hand flop down against the mattress, between them.

"That's your choice and one you're free to make."

[lockestheway]

"Thanks, I know," Peter said, and began to push the blankets aside.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy let him. She cushioned her head on her arm and just watched him.

With a small quirk of her lips. Soft, if you knew how to look for it. Amused, perhaps a little more obviously.

[lockestheway]

Of course the morning after their wedding would turn into a game of chicken.

Peter seemed unfazed by how unfazed she was.

He got out of bed. Stretched.

[whenshewasnice]

Now, that was just a show.

Envy made absolutely no effort to not look like a rapt audience. While, granted, still looking lazy and content in the process.

[lockestheway]

"Catch you in a few," Peter said merrily, tossing her an insouciant smile.

And began to walk to the bathroom.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy just watched him go, though not without giving him an easy little wave.

She could bide her time, see.

[lockestheway]

And so, Peter disappeared into the bathroom.

Who'd blink first? Who knew.