Not So Happy Birthday (Peter, Open to anyone there, the more the merrier, do whatever!)

[father-peter.livejournal.com]

The cruise for Peter's birthday was absolutely perfect. Peter loved it. He loved that he got to spend the time with his friends and family and there certainly were a lot of those around tonight... He was thrilled to hear Spectre and Derek Sherinian playing, and Deirdre sang occasionally too. It was wonderful. Even if he had doubled the amount of pain killers he was taking just to numb his stupid aching head. Once he was headache free, he was able to enjoy himself immensely. He had a wonderful chat with Dimitri and Sergei, and he laughed as Tasha danced with Hope and Fiona all at once. He danced with Aly too. And then with his daughters all in turn. Even Caleb wanted to dance, but only so he could stand on Peter's shoes and get a 'ride'. Lavannah was sitting by the railing chatting with Gavin, though she was watching Johanna with someone else who Peter recognised was Will. Evey kept running up to Will and then darting away again to chat with Deirdre and her girls as well. Every time there was a break in the music, Spectre was followed around by Jacinta and Edward Montgomery, and they proceeded to parent him. He looked oddly pleased. Abigail and Stuart were dancing and looking quite happy. Even Robert looked okay, though he hung back away from the action. Thomas was talking with Mary and Kat who was rolling her daughters back and forth in the stroller as she talked. People were everywhere, dancing and laughing and eating.

And then Peter started to feel a little strange. He excused himself from Aly's presence and he slipped down under the deck into one of the small hallways so he could lean up against the thin wall. It might be that he was just a little motion sick, but the cruise had ended about twenty minutes ago and the boat was now docked. It was gently rocking back and forth, but nothing major. And still Peter felt incredibly dizzy. He put a hand to his head and he crouched down a little, willing himself not to be sick.

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[gonetoground.livejournal.com]

Alessa's face lit up when she saw Kat approaching, and she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's waist. "Hello, lover," she purred as she danced close against Kat.

[angels-facade.livejournal.com]

Kat kissed Alessa deeply and she grinned, her face inches from Alessa's. "Hi!" She slid her hands to the small of Alessa's back. "Couldn't let my lady dance alone." And she ground her hips against Alessa's.

[gonetoground.livejournal.com]

"Everything's always more fun with you by my side. Or grinding at my front," Alessa added with a wink. "You are so gorgeous."

[angels-facade.livejournal.com]

Kat snorted. Grinding at her front indeed. "Not as gorgeous as you! Oh look...we have an audience." Kat pointed in Reina's direction. "I think that's Aly and David's cousin. She probably thinks you're hot. Which you totally are."

[gonetoground.livejournal.com]

"Does she now?" Alessa flicked her long, tiger-striped hair back, and held onto Kat's hand as she bent her body to follow and swung around, back into Kat's arms but with her back to her girlfriend now. "I'm no Charlotte La Terra, but I have a move or two under my belt."

[angels-facade.livejournal.com]

Kat giggled and she danced around with a huge smile on her face. "I'd rather have you in my arms anyway." She kissed Alessa's neck and grinned. "Should we go say hi, or let her stare?"

[gonetoground.livejournal.com]

Alessa's eyelashes fluttered, and she made a little sound of pleasure, writhing against Kat. "You ask me that with your lips on my neck..."

[angels-facade.livejournal.com]

"It's because I'm evil." Kat said, kissing Alessa's neck again, this time more slowly. "And I know you're in to that."

[gonetoground.livejournal.com]

"I'm into you," Alessa returned, reaching back to wrap her arms around Kat. "I guess this is a... no... to conversation...? Mmmm..."

[angels-facade.livejournal.com]

"I'm thinking so." Kat said, taking Alessa more tightly into her arms as they swayed to the music.