darker_london | (Backstory) Peter, Elizabeth. Part 4 Rating: PG-13

Peter walked through the gates of his sister's house with a spring in his step that could only have been caused by the amazing night he had just spent with Katherine. After that first time, she'd wanted to do it again and again and like he was really going to say no! Now he was exhausted, slightly sore, and incredibly happy. Or he was until his sister Elizabeth charged out of the house, headed straight for him. The smile drained from his face and it was slowly replaced by a look of absolute terror, and he was too afraid to even ask what she was doing.

"Peter, where the HELL have you been!?" She asked, loud enough that the neighbors probably heard.

"I was with Katherine!" Peter said, taking a few steps back, now that she was standing in front of him, her hands on her hips.

"I figured. All night, Peter! Do I even WANT to know what you were doing?!"

Peter screwed up his face. "I am 24 years old, Elizabeth! I am allowed to spend the night with my girlfriend if I want to!"

Liz's face twisted when he called Katherine his girlfriend. "Are you serious, Peter? Katherine?"

Peter's face darkened. "I don't understand why you don't like her! She's wonderful and she makes me happy."

"She's selfish and she's taking advantage of you, Peter!" Elizabeth yelled loudly.

"She is not!" Peter yelled back. She hadn't wanted to push him into anything, that proved she wasn't taking advantage of him! "She knows I was a monk! She waited until I asked her for...you know. To be intimate. See, not taking advantage."

Liz raised her eyebrows. "So...basically she tormented you until you begged her for sex, thus putting her in charge?! Oh right, she a real peach that one, Peter! Where the hell is your brain!?" Though she had a pretty good idea.

Peter didn't really have an answer for that one. "I...I didn't...beg.."

"Ugh! I can't believe you! I thought you were smarter than this!"

"Smarter than WHAT!? A sweet attractive woman likes me and somehow that's wrong?! Am I unlikable? Should I not be happy?!"

Elizabeth walked forward and she took Peter's arms. "Peter, you are NOT unlikable. You're incredibly likable and sweet and...very very naieve."

"Oh thank you so much!" Peter said, though he didn't pull away.

Elizabeth sighed. "First of all, you're throwing away something you worked for for years. Doesn't that bother you?"

"The catholic church can go fuck itself. Of course, it's not allowed because it took a vow of chastity!"

"Right...okay, apparently not. Not even a little?"

"No! All those vows I took were lies, Liz! Why should I give a fuck what I promised to do when the being I made those vows to doesn't exsist. It's all bullshit! Besides, I like sex. You never told me how nice it is."

Liz bit her lip. "Well I didn't want to make you feel bad. How can you say god doesn't exsist, Peter? You used to be so excited about him. I know that your friend's death was hard on you, but I always just assumed you'd go back once you finished...wallowing."

"I wasn't wallowing!" Though he so was. "I was excited about nothing. About false promises of redemption based on some cock and bull story that is better told in a pub that in a church!"

"Okay fine!" She said, her grip on his arms still very firm. "But can't you find someone better for you?! Someone...worth giving up 23 years of your life?"

"Katherine IS worth it! She does care about me, and you're just jealous!"

Elizabeth dropped her arms and she stared at him. "What?!"

"You're jealous because you don't have me all to yourself anymore." It had been her and him ever since he was 14, except for the years he's spent at the monastery. "And I'm sorry, but I think I'm in love with her."

Elizabeth took several deep breaths so she wouldn't scream at him. "I. Am NOT. Jealous. And you can't be in love with her, Peter! Sex doesn't equal love! Can't you see how naieve you are?! And for fuck's sake, get over yourself!"

"Get over MYself?! You're the one that's screaming at me because I spent the night with a woman!"

"Not any woman! You spent the night with that harpy!"

Peter's jaw squared. "She's not a harpy!"

"You're not going over there again!" Liz said, desperately. Anything to make him come to his senses.

Peter's mouth fell open. "I'm not 16 anymore, Liz!"

"I know! When you were 16, you HAD a brain!" Liz shot back.

"I AM going to see her again! And I don't give a fuck what you think!"

Liz glared and him and then she rushed forward and grabbed his arms. She pulled him to the ground, and he let out a yelp. Quickly, she pinned him and rolled him over where she sat on his back, triumphantly. "HAH! You're not going anywhwre."

"Ow! Fuck, Liz! Get OFF me!" Peter yelled, and he squirmed, but Liz had him. She was stronger than he was, dammit.

David, Elizabeth's fiance came out of the house and he walked up to the two of them. "What ARE you two doing?" He asked calmly.

"Peter had SEX with that bitch Katherine, and now he's not allowed out of the house...or..the grounds anyway." She said, since they were still outside.

"Oh. Well as long as you have it all under control out here." He smiled and he leaned down to kiss Liz's head. "You take it easy, Peter."

"Oh thanks. Traitor." Peter said. "Aren't you supposed to help me? Male solidarity or something?"

"And go up against My Elizabeth? Hell no! She'd have us both under there in 3 seconds flat. You're on your own."

Peter mumbled and Liz beamed at David. He winked and walked back in the house. "See, Peter. I win. I'm serious too, I'm worried about you. She's not good for you!"

Peter sighed and he put his face on the ground. "This does hurt, you know."

"I was hoping." Liz said.

"Well as long as that's clear. Are you going to stay there all day, because I'm starving."

"Yes, sex with evil things does work up quite an appetite, doesn't it? I think I'll let you suffer for a while longer."

Peter honestly didn't understand why Liz thought Katherine was so terrible. She was good to him, she WAS. Besides, who else would want to be with an ex-monk who found it difficult to string sentences together when speaking to someone of the opposite sex? "Why don't you want me to be happy?"

"Peter, I want you to be HAPPY, not fake happy. That's my whole point. But if you can't see that, then forget it." She stood up and dusted off her pants. "I just don't want to watch you destroy your life for her. There ARE other women out there though. This isn't the only place you can get laid!"

"It isn't about that!" Peter said, rising slowly from the ground.

Elizabeth sighed. "Fine. Do what you want, it's your life to fuck up. But when you DO fuck it up, don't come crying to me, because I won't help." She lied and then she turned on her heel and she walked back into the house. Peter sighed and ran a hand through his hair and then he sat back down on the lawn and pulled at a few blades of grass. How was having sex fucking up his life? He didn't understand. Liz was wrong, she was just wrong.

He'd show her.