darker_london | Forgetting (Aly, Peter) PG-13

When Peter and David had arrived home, Peter had spent some much needed time with his family, explained everything to Elizabeth, and then he'd fallen into bed. At least he knew he wouldn't have to dream any more of Lauren's experiences. Oh no. He had the memories right there in his head. He shut his eyes against the memories and thankfully fell asleep rather quickly.

After several hours of heavy sleep, Peter felt a weight on his mattress and he stirred, groaning. He rubbed his eyes and tried to open them, but the light streaming through his window was too bright so he turned over and mumbled into his pillow. "Too bright."

Aly laughed and she placed a hand on his side. Even through the blankets, her touch combined with her adorable laugh made Peter shiver. "Aly?" Oh god! He had just woken up! He had morning breath and bleary eyes and bed hair! Well...his bed hair wasn't much different from his normal hair but what about everything else!? Not to mention he was all bare chested!

"Good morning...ooh...early afternoon, Peter. Liz told me I should come up. I didn't know you were asleep, though now I think she sent me up here on purpose."

Peter turned over and he looked at her, keeping the covers around his chin. "Yeah she's all diab..dya...evil."

"You are so adorable when you're sleepy." Aly smiled at him and she brushed his hair out of his face. "I spoke with David and then I read the paper. It seems you had quite an eventful few days, Peter. Are you alright?"

The most eventful thing of course, was NOT in the paper, but he couldn't explain that. "'Mfine."

"Peter, are you hiding from me under your blankets?" Aly asked, incredibly amused.

"I'm all topless." Peter said.

Aly grinned. "I can't see how that matters. I could always get topless too, and then we'd match." Peter's eyes widened and Aly winked. "Come on, let me see!"

"N...no" Peter said, finally waking up enough to play back. "I'll blind you!"

"Oh you white boys are all the same. You're worse than women."

"You're mean. Your brother was nice to me. He fed me cinnamon scrolls." Peter said pouting.

"But for some reason, I doubt my brother will do a pole dance for you. Maybe if he had lots of tequila." Aly said, tugging on the covers, revealing Peter's very pale chest. "Well, someone wasn't kidding!"

"Hey!" Peter said, but he grinned at sat up. "I don't tan. I burn. I turn a delicate shade of maroon."

"It's a very nice chest, Peter." Aly winked and she scooted closer to him, leaning in for a kiss, but Peter leaned backwards away from her.

"You're risking your life if you do that." Peter said, covering his mouth with his hand. "I'll be right back." Peter climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom so he could brush his teeth.

"Fine, but no putting a shirt on!" Peter peeked around the bathroom door and he gave her a surprised look, his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth at a funny angle. "Oh, that's attractive." Peter grinned and he disappeared from view again, reappearing a few minutes later, looking less morningy but still shirtless. Aly stood and walked over to him. "Now can I kiss you, please?"

"Please do." Peter said, wrapping his arms around her.

Aly stood on her tiptoes and she kissed him deeply as she ran her hands up and down his back. His skin was so soft. She pulled away and smiled up at him. "Thank you."

Peter chuckled. "Hey, you're welcome. So did you come over here to see if I was okay?" Aly nodded. "Thank you then." He ran a hand through her hair and kissed her forehead. "I'm better now."

"It must have been awful though. I'm so sorry you two had to see that."

Peter closed his eyes and he shook his head. "I don't...want to think about it."

"Okay." Aly leaned in and she kissed Peter's chest. "I can make you forget all about it?" She pushed Peter towards the bed lightly, kissing his chest again. "Do you want me to?"

"God yes." Peter said, allowing her to push him backwards and onto the bed. He sat there and she climbed into his lap, kissing his neck, which he arched for her. He moaned and pulled her close, and then she pushed him down into the mattress and he grinned up at her.

She smiled back at him and she straddled his waist. She leaned down again so she could kiss him deeply, sighing against his lips. Peter ran his hands up her sides, lamenting that she was not topless as well. And then they both heard a knock at the door and the doorknob turned. In walked Elizabeth. Aly pulled away and they both turned their heads, looking at her guiltily.

"OH! Oh god...I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be...on top of him..." Liz covered her eyes.

"I...was making him forget..." Aly said, staring at Liz.

Liz smirked from behind her hand. "I bet you were, dear." And she backed out and closed the door.

Peter looked up at Aly and he sighed and covered his face. "I told you she's she's all diab..dya...evil. I'm going to kill her." Aly just stared down at Peter and then she started to laugh, which turned into a cackle and soon she was laughing to hard, her arms were shaking. She fell on top of Peter, and she laughed into his chest. Peter wrapped his arms around her, laughing a bit himself. When they'd both calmed down, Aly slid off of Peter and she gazed over at him. Peter sat up. "Incidentally, when you cheered David up, you didn't do it in the same way, correct?" Aly grinned and swatted at him. "Why does everyone hit me? It's not like I'm profane or anything! Come on, if you come downstairs, my diabolical sister will feed you."

Aly nodded. "Sounds good, Peter." She kissed his cheek and took his hand, squeezing it lightly. The mood may have been ruined, but there was always later.