darker_london | Aly knows what he needs (Peter, Aly)

Peter was sitting beside his phone, even though it was completely irrational to think that there could be any news of Thomas this soon. He didn't want to move and miss it. Just in case. Well, not until he heard a noise at the bedroom door. He looked up to see Aly leaning against it with one arm extended up, and the hand resting on her hip. She was wearing a black, slinky dress that hugged her curves perfectly, and Peter was so shocked, his mouth fell open and he managed a "M...muh?"

Aly grinned. "I was hoping you'd like it. It took me forever to pick one out. Abby and I went shopping. Retail therapy. Spending all that money you left me when you died."

"You..you...you look..." Peter realised he was addressing her rather impressive cleavage and he lifted his eyes to hers, the tips of his ears turning red. "Very, very nice?"

Aly snorted and she walked over to him. "And I'm taking you out of here."

"Oh.." Peter looked back at the phone as Aly pulled him up. "Aly, I...I don't want to leave the phone and-OH...hands. Hands there are...nice." He said as Aly pushed herself against him, sliding her hands down to his arse.

"Peter. Deirdre has come over to watch the kids. And Tasha is here. If anyone rings, Deirdre will call you on your mobile. Deirdre is one of the most trustworthy people I know. You know things will be safe with her here."

Peter licked his lips and he nodded. "But I just feel...guilty..." Thomas was somewhere in pain. How could he not?

"I know. But, Honey, Thomas is doing this for you so you can keep the life you have, not sit in your bedroom all day and night, freaking out. I want to make you feel good. And I squeezed my six-month-pregnant body into this designer pregnant lady dress...and later you're going to get to take it off me...so come on. You need to eat something." She said, raising one eyebrow in a scolding fashion before catching his lips in a kiss. "And you need time where you are not thinking about anyone else. You're not solving anyone else's problems. You're not saving the world. You're just Peter. And Peter is with Aly."

"Peter likes being with Aly." He said fondly, leaning his forehead against the top of her head. He kissed her hair gently and he let out a breath. "Okay. You're right, Aly. Show me a good time. I am your trophy husband, after all"

"That's right, I have to keep you happy and the like. Go change." Aly patted his bum lightly and she winked before pulling away.

"I'll be sure to wear something pretty. By the way...Aly...that dress...it took my breath away. You took my breath away. You're beyond gorgeous." And then he disappeared into the closet to find something to wear, which he hoped caused even half the reaction in her, as she'd caused in him.