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Petelle verse. Peter is upset because he doesn't have the money to take Belle somewhere fancy or buy her long stem roses for Valentines day. Belle just wants him. SMUT <3
He counted three times. The battered tin box held the paltry tips he’d made in the seven weeks since Christmas. His Valentine’s money, meant for a special treat for Belle. When he’d started putting it away he’d had grand visions of long stemmed roses and dinner at one of those places where you didn’t get through the door without a tie.
Now it was looking more like burgers at Wimpy’s and a bag of Mistrals for dessert.
Oh Mama Lost. Can we get a Petelle New Years drabble. Peter is just so woobie, I love him.
The train station stayed open late on New Year's eve, part of the city's goal to reduce drunk driving. Most of the people were going to and from parties, and had little use for his services, but the train station being open meant he was as well.
It's not like he had any other plans, if you didn't count the books he'd bought on Boxing Day, and he could read at work just as easily as in his flat.
"Peter?" He had just sat down to a cup of tea when he heard her voice.
"Belle?" He glanced at the clock over his shoulder. It was half past eleven, and pitch black outside. He hoped she'd taken a cab.
"Come out here." She was waiting just outside the door, her coat resting on the table. The dress she wore was red and sparkled with each movement.
"I made tea?" He should offer her some, but it was hard to get the words out. She was beautiful.
"Dance with me?" She held out her hand. There were no trains in the station, and none due until almost midnight. The space was almost empty.
"I don't know how to dance."
"I don't either." She took his hand, though, and laughed as the clumsily moved together to the music coming over the speakers. When she rested her head on his shoulder he thought that learning to dance should maybe be a New Year's resolution.
Petelle verse. Peter I noticed Belle told you she loves you during your first time but you haven't told her. When did you tell Belle you love her?
"I just want to sleep a little longer." Belle rolled over, her back to him. If she’d been in bed a few hours, Peter wouldn’t have said anything. But it had been almost a full day, and every time he suggested food, a bath, or a walk she’d claimed that she just needed a little more sleep.
She’d spent hours looking at the ceiling. It was, she managed to explain one time, a grey day.
"Please drink some water first." It was the only thing he’d gotten her to do in hours. She had taken a sip of broth, but had lost interest quickly. Water at least kept her hydrated.
"I’m not good company right now, Peter. You don’t have to be here." She drank half a class before curling back up on her side, pulling the blankets up to her chin.
"I do." He kept the water close on hand, for the next time he needed it. "I love you, and that means staying in case you need me."
She didn’t say anything, but when he stretched out on the bed she turned and rested her head on his chest.
Mama Lost. Can we get some Petelle smut? Poor Peter is so woobie, and I think it's time the woobie got an orgasm. As your beloved sister always says, we must smutify the woobie.
Oh Stragg, you’ve trained our mutual followers well. Long after neither of us are in fandom, the cry of ‘smutify the woobie’ will be heard.
How can I deny such a plea?
II
"Belle, where does this…" Peter turned, a plate in one hand, but Belle was no longer in the kitchen.
"Belle?" He set down the dish and wandered the apartment until he found the open door leading to the balcony. Flowers grew in window boxes an the rain fell on Belle, who held up her hands to the sky.
PETELLE
This is Stragg's fault
II
"Peter, have you ever kissed someone?" Peter holds out on of his chairs for Belle, but she shakes her head and stands in front of him.
"Yes." He doesn't lie. Not to Belle.
Petelle verse: Peter have you ever had a girlfriend before meeting Belle?
Belle isn't my girlfriend. She's my friend. I've had girlfriends before. A girlfriend. And a couple of dates.
But Belle's not.. she's just...
She's my friend. I'm not good enough for her.