darker_london | (BACKSTORY) Peter/Katherine, part 8 (Rating: R )

Peter had arrived at Katherine's house early because he was so eager to take her out again. Of course, when he arrived there, Katherine was not home. Peter was forced to sit on the steps leading to her house like a complete tool. And that's what several people called him as they walked by. One even added 'haha locked yourself out of your house, Tool?' before continuing on his way. Peter thought people were mean.

It was all worth it when Peter caught sight of Katherine coming towards him. He nearly catapulted himself up off the steps and he loped towards her and a weird walk/run. Katherine cocked her head and she laughed at him. "Someone missed me."

"Someone did." Peter said, catching her lips with his. "Mmm someone missed you very much." He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

"Enough to sit on my steps and wait for me? You're like a puppydog."

Peter wished people would stop comparing him to impotent animals. "OR a..uhm...lion. A...watch lion!"

Katherine shook her head. "Uh huh. Come inside, Puppydog."

Peter sighed and turned to follow her in. He was greeted by the sight of the boy that had mocked him walking back the way he'd come. Peter couldn't help it. "HAH! See! Bet you wish you were locked out of your house now too!" Peter shot back, pointing at the very sexy Katherine. The kid just raised his eyebrows and moved on his way.

Katherine pulled Peter into her apartment. "What was that about?" She asked, throwing her coat over a chair.

"Testosterone, mostly." Peter said, leaning against the wall.

"Oh, I see. Wait just a minute, I'll change and then we can go."

Peter waited, fidgeting happily because things were going so well...at least so far. When Katherine re-emerged, she was wearing a black slinky dress and she leaned up against the doorframe to show herself off. Peter no longer wished to go on a date. In fact, he wished to remove the dress and do ungodly things to that woman, but if he suggested that, she might kick him. Besides, he said he'd do anything tonight, which probably meant he wasn't running the show. Was he ever running the show? "That's...a very very nice dress..." Peter said, his words wavering.

Katherine grinned. "I know!" And then she flounced to where he stood and grabbed his hand, pulling him back out the door.

"Where are we going?" Peter inquired, wondering why she didn't hail a taxi but continued walking.

"Nope, you don't get to know yet. It's a surprise." Katherine put her finger to her lips and winked.

That made Peter feel all giddy. So he followed her lead quietly until they reached the edge of the London University Campus. Katherine continued to lead him on, but Peter was looking very confused. "Katherine...are...are you taking me to a lecture? Because I know I did a crappy thing, but no one deserves a lecture!"

Katherine snorted. "No, Peter. Don't be so dull. Think creatively."

"You're taking me to art class?" Peter's eyes widened. "Oh god! I won't be a nude model!"

Katherine had to stop she was laughing so hard. She bent over and Peter was obliging enough to make sure she didn't fall down. "I'm...I'm not going to make you nude model! Oh, Peter. You're brilliant. That's where we're going." She pointed to the library.

"You're taking me to the library?" Peter asked, rather flatly.

"Yes, Peter. I am taking you to the library. Where there will be no nude modelling, but some removal of clothing." She pulled him forward again.

"That's...different than the other libraries I've been to!" Peter squeaked.

Once inside, Katherine led him up to the floor where the old newspapers resided. It smelled musty, but it was also devoid of people, and that's what Katherine wanted. "Okay. Drop your pants."

Peter blinked. Then he blinked again. "Wh...what?!"

"You said you'd do anything. Now drop your pants." Katherine took a step forward. "Unless you're too scared."

"But...I've...someone could see!"

"I know. That's what makes it sexy." Katherine reached forward and unbuttoned his trousers since he was being very uncooperative. Peter let out an undignified squeal, but at least it was a quiet one. "Do you want to be with me, or not?" Peter stared at her and then he slowly nodded. "Okay, then prove it." Katherine stood back and grinned as Peter slowly pulled his trousers down and off. Then he stood there shaking like a leaf and looking like a very very lost puppydog. "That's my Peter." Katherine said, and then she pressed herself against him, pinning him against the shelf of papers with a deep kiss.

Peter pulled away, and he said in a hoarse whisper, "Katherine, are...are we really going to-" Katherine cut him off by reaching down and groping him hard. Peter bit his lip and closed his eyes. "Yeah..well...I guess that answers that question."

Katherine grinned. "It certainly does." And then she lifted up her dress, and Peter thought that was really unfair. She didn't have to take clothes off. But soon enough, his mind was on other things entirely, anyway. Katherine had been right. There was something about knowing they could get caught that made this all the more fun. When it was over, Peter rushed to grab his trousers and Katherine laughed softly at him. "Mmm, see, that wasn't bad, was it?"

Peter buttoned his trousers and he shook his head. "No. No, it was fun. My knees might cave in..."

"Oh they will not." Katherine laughed and leaned against the papers. "Alright. Now would you like some dinner?" She asked, a twinkle in her eye.

Peter was very hungry and dinner sounded like a good idea. They could no longer be here... "Yes, I'd like that." And then his eyes widened. "Unless...you're not going to make me have sex at the restaurant, are you?"

Katherine grinned. "Good idea!" And she grabbed his hand, leading one very unamused Peter Kemp towards the exit.