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“I know far too many people who would disagree with that”, she said simply, shrugging like it didn’t bother her. Of course it did though. She hated the way that some people judged her based on her actions and although she understood it, she didn’t really respect it. That was yet another reason why she had gone to Peter’s room first. Whilst everyone else would pepper her with questions, deeming her flighty and irresponsible, he would at least pretended to understand. “I’ll borrow a shirt. That’s make it a little more appropriate”, she decided. Figuring that Peter wouldn’t mind, she undid the zipper at the side of her dress, stepping out of the material so that it pooled at her feet. Dressed in just her black lace underwear and matching bra, she looked at Peter expectantly. “Shirt?” she questioned, waiting for him to offer the required garment before putting it on..
“I fucking love you”, she stated as he outlined their plan for the evening. “Oh piss off. I won’t compliment you again if you’re going to act like that”. She stared at him in surprise as he complimented her, a pleased little smile tugging at her lips. “Thank you. I’m less strung out”, she admitted, her cheeks slightly flushed with pink. She forced herself to stop thinking about his compliment, instead trying to decide what movie they should watch. “Maybe Black Swan? I’m amazed that you haven’t seen it yet!” she teased, making her way over to the bed.
“And I know even more who would agree, and they clearly have better judgement than anyone who’d say you’re not great,” he replied, his forehead creased with confusion. Peter was a smart man who could see things from many perspectives, but he’d never be able to understand people who saw Lola as anything less than amazing. He was mentally going through the reasons he saw her as so exceptional, though thankfully the shirt conversation distracted him from that dangerous line of thought. The last thing he needed was to come up with more reasons to like Lola Fields.
“A shirt I can do,” he answered with a smile, one that quickly dropped when she began undressing. As if the world thought a half-naked Lola wasn’t bad enough, she had to be wearing black lace - Peter’s favourite. His eyes began to roam her exposed flesh, and memories of their past adventures flooded back into his mind. “Fuck,” he breathed out, so softly the chances of her hearing were slim to nothing. This was too risky for him and unfair to her. Trying to be a good friend, he averted his gaze and practically ran over to his dresser, pulling out the first comfortable shirt he found. “Here you go!” he chirped, his voice cracking as he threw it at her. “That should work.”
As she pulled it on, he dove unto the bed and got under the covers. It was definitely only because it was cold. Peter was a man, and men didn’t get boners over their hot female friends as easily as they did when they were fifteen. “I fucking love you too, Lollipop,” he sighed out with a half-laugh, the situation making him feel like a highschooler once again. “Nah, I reckon you’re more likely to compliment me more after that. I heard my blue steel face is the sexiest thing anyone has ever seen.” He watched with a softer grin as she thanked him, her cheeks warming up in a way that could only be described as adorable. “You’re welcome,” he said softly, watching as she joined him on the bed. “Black Swan sounds perfect. You know I’d never say no to a Mila Kunis movie.”














