darker_london | Well helLO! (Peter, Aly, Margaret, Lydia)

If you wanted to catch Peter, there were certain places in his mammoth-sized house he was guaranteed to go several times a day. If he wasn't sitting in the living room studying, he was probably in the nursery, playing with the babies. And if he wasn't with them because they were sleeping, one could very much bet that he would make his way into the kitchen for something to eat. He had been eating much more regularly in the past few months, and discovering suddenly that he felt quite a lot more healthy, strangely enough. And he was doing everything he could to keep that true.

When he walked into the kitchen on Friday afternoon, he found Aly perched on the kitchen bench, smiling at him. The second he was through the door, she crossed her legs so her skirt slid up, revealing her enticing thigh. She leaned back on her hands so her breasts where made all the more prominent. Peter froze in his tracks, his breath stolen completely away by the sight of his unbelievably gorgeous wife posing for him. There was definitely a response between his legs, and at least that kicked in his power of stunned speech. "Oh...Aly."

Aly grinned. "That was pretty much the reaction I was going for!" Aly reached one of her bare legs out to him and she prodded him in the chest with her toes. Chuckling, Peter took hold of her ankle and then he slid his hands up her leg as he walked closer to her. When he reached the bench, Aly accommodated him by spreading her legs so he was between them. "So, whatcha been doin'?" she asked, cheeky.

"Uhm...you'll have to pardon me, but I really don't remember." Peter leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips. My memory has been utterly wiped by the vision of the most beautiful woman on the planet. That's quite some power you have there."

Aly leaned up then, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "Now, should I use this power for good, or for evil...?"

"Oh...evil. Definitely evil." Peter lifted Aly into his arms and he smiled as her legs looped around him. He walked forward until she was braced against a wall and then he kissed her deeply, moaning softly into her mouth at the feel of her hands sliding their way into his hair, and her legs tightening around him. He pressed himself against her, kissing from her mouth to her neck, desperate and frantic kisses-

"Oh my GOD."

Peter froze. He pulled away sightly so he could look worriedly into Aly's eyes. "Margaret just walked in, didn't she?"

Aly let out a breath of unrequited desire and then she leaned forward to rest her chin against Peter's shoulder. "Yes. Hi." She extricated one of her hands from Peter's hair so she could wave at Peter's older sister who was now dead and permanently stuck in the body of the fourteen-year-old girl she'd been at the time of her death.

"Hey. Doing it in the kitchen, alright!" Margaret wiggled her eyebrows at them, even though Aly was the only one to see.

"That was the idea," Aly breathed.

"Don't let me stop you! Though I should mention that Lydia's getting home early today and she might get more than she bargained for if she walks in here in fifteen minutes.

Peter set a disgruntled looking Aly down so she was standing beside him, and then he turned to face his sister. "Heh...I was just...we were just kissing..."

"Peter. I'm not five years old. Besides, I know the nasties you and your wife get up to." Now that Peter and Aly were unclenched, Margaret walked to the sink and she got herself a drink.

"You...you...you know, hmm?" Peter looked incredibly distressed at that,

"Not from watching, Disgustinghead!" Margaret shook her own head at him. "You do spend an awful lot of time talking about it when you're not doin' the missus. Which...to be frank...takes up a lot of your time to begin with!"

Peter shrugged silently. "I was a priest..."

Margaret laughed and she grinned at both of them. "I think it's cute. I'd be doing the same thing if...well anyway. Have good sex. But you might want to have it upstairs." Margaret left them then, and Peter turned to give Aly a somewhat desperate look.

"She's okay," Aly soothed Peter, reaching up to move some of his crazy hair out of his eyes. "She's fine, Peter. She was having a go at you. And might I just add, I totally adore her?"

"I always did." Peter sighed and he leaned his face into his wife's hair. "God you smell good. Like...coconuts and....mmm. Heaven."

Aly chuckled as she leaned in to kiss his chest. "I smell like coconuts and Heaven. I wonder if we could market that."

"We could call it Holy Nuts."

Aly pushed lightly against Peter's chest and she looked up at him, amused. "And we could market Unholy Nuts too."

"Speaking of unholy, because I am impossible to deter...I believe you were about to unleash your awesome powers of evil on an unsuspecting and innocent husband of yours...?"

"I'm trying to think of a better venue..." Aly cocked her head to the side and she bit her lip, thoughtfully.

"Naked in the spa!" Peter's eyes lit up and he grinned at her.

"You and your beloved spa. I'm surprised you let your children get in there at all."

"They don't have to know what Mummy and Daddy use it for when they're not home. It's sex what's clean!"

Aly laughed at Peter because he was adorable. Her hand slid into his and she nodded. "Alright, Peter. I'll give you Evil and Clean sex."

"Yay!" Peter raised his arms in triumph.

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Fifteen minutes later, when Lydia arrived home, she was greeted by Margaret in the living room. "Your parents are currently downstairs, but I wouldn't go down there..."

Lydia laughed. "In the spa again?" When Margaret nodded, Lydia gave her aunt an amused look. She was just pleased that things between her parents were finally normal again. Aly and Peter sneaking off to make gross, adult, monkey love every five seconds was what their kids expected. It was routine and wonderful. "They think we don't know what they get up to down there. Let's let them think they're keeping the mystery. Want to come hang out with my friend Kismet next door?"

Margaret grinned and she jumped up with a happy nod. "Yeah!"

"Awesome!" Lydia grabbed Margaret's hand and she led her aunt outside and towards the hulking house next door where they could spend the next several hours with Lydia's best friend, giving Peter and Aly the privacy they deserved.