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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[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.

[whenshewasnice]

Well, one of them didn't actually have to blink if she chose not to.

But Envy wasn't really thinking of it in those terms. Just slowly sat up and stretched a little.

[lockestheway]

And Peter filled a glass with water. Had a sip.

Brushed his teeth.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy listened for whatever she could hear.

And got up.

[lockestheway]

Just the tap running. The removal of a toothbrush from a cup. Brushing.

Eventually, the tap running again for the rinse.

Peter took his damned time.

[whenshewasnice]

So did Envy, to be fair, drifting closer to the door.

Quietly, though not on purpose. That was just how her bare feet against the floor were.

[lockestheway]

Peter hadn't locked the door.

He took a moment to consider himself in the mirror. What next? A shower? How much longer would this game keep being fun?

[whenshewasnice]

Envy was kind of counting on the shower right now.

Or at least she was waiting to see if she'd hear it, before making any decisions, after coming to a stop right by the door.

[lockestheway]

Peter decided he could play a little longer.

And so he did, in fact, pad to the shower, and turned on the water.

[whenshewasnice]

And that was Envy's cue.

She did, in fact, make an actual effort to be quiet about opening the door, this time.

[lockestheway]

Peter was only halfway in the shower, holding his hand out to test the temperature.

If he heard her, he didn't respond.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy expected nothing less.

She also made no secret of her presence after stepping up behind him. Sliding her arms around him was kind of a dead giveaway, after all.

[lockestheway]

"Oh, look who it is," Peter said, tilting his head to the side.

He didn't seem startled.

[whenshewasnice]

And Envy didn't seem surprised by that, in return.

She dropped a kiss against his very conveniently exposed neck, though. "Surprise," she drawled, "the wife."

[lockestheway]

"Sounds like such a grown-up word," Peter sighed. "'Wife'."

[whenshewasnice]

"Face it, kid," Envy replied, her lips brushing againsg his skin with every word. "We're adults now."

They had been adults for such a long time.