darker_london | Everlasting (Peter, Aly) (Reply)

Despite the fact that Aly and Peter were feeling more comfortable around each other lately, and despite Lydia's teasing, Aly and Peter still hadn't slept together yet. They hadn't been together since sometime in February. It hadn't felt right, until Aly stepped out of the bathroom, toweling her hair dry. Peter had been reading in bed, and he looked up to her and their eyes met. A moment later she saw his eyes travel downwards, and she was thrilled. There was desire there in his eyes which had been absent for far too long.

Just the expression on his face drew Aly to him as if Peter had somehow developed some kind of gravitational pull. She was halfway across the room before she realised it. He tossed his book aside, quite theatrically and with a roguish grin, and moved to the end of the bed where they met each other. The moment they did, they were kissing, her hands in his hair and his on her arse, which he lamented that he was feeling through a towel. "I want to see you," Peter whispered, his voice deep and husky.

Aly let her towel fall to the floor, and she stood in front of him, naked. He took in the sight of her, and found himself breathless. She was still far thinner than she had once been, but she was beautiful. And he needed her to know he still thought that. "You...you're breathtaking." Peter leaned forward, desperate to kiss her silky skin. He stood and picked her up so he could spin her around and lie her down on the bed. She wrapped her legs around him, even as he kissed her shoulder, and he let out a gentle groan against her flesh. "Aly..."

Aly didn't say a word, yet she slid her hands upwards to relieve him of his belt. And soon after, his trousers. Quickly and with his help, she pulled his shirt off of him so she wasn't alone in her nakedity. "Peter," she whispered to her husband. "Take me."

And take her he did, for the first time since mid-February. Emotions running rampant and love and relief fueling him, he took her like it was the first time, leaving her sweaty, panting and sated. And as he lay beside her after it was over, he kissed her salty cheek and he told her he loved her. That he would always love her. "And you will always be the most beautiful thing in my world."

Aly turned to him, a tired smile etched on her face. "And you in mine."