darker_london | Naughty Nurse Aly (Aly, Peter)

It was past midnight when Aly glided into his hospital room. And Peter was not sorry for the company. He sat up straight when she entered, and he smiled, feeling happier and more at peace than he had in...years if he was being honest with himself. "You look wonderful," he said softly, eyeing up her purple dress. His wife was so incredibly beautiful. He was going to spend every moment of his newfound peace showing her how much he loved her.

"Thank you!" Aly breathed. She practically danced across the room and she plonked herself down on the side of his bed. She leaned in to kiss him and Peter could smell her perfume. It smelled of lavender. When she curled up at his side, he turned his head so he could face her. He wanted to take in her beauty. She wrapped both her arms around one of his, and she smiled a loving smile at him.

"How was the museum do?" Peter asked. "It's quite late, young lady. Did you have a wild time?" He put in a faux-stern face and she laughed. The sound of her laughter really was excellent medicine.

"Your brother was wonderfully behaved, Peter. He didn't eve get drunk, which is surprising since he only came because of the free booze. Oh! And you know how I was going to ask Ben to take me but figured he had enough on his plate? He was there! With Maya. Maya Tretter, David's friend?"

Peter took a moment to access the memory of who Maya Tretter was, but when he had, he smiled. "David had a crush on her, if I'm not mistaken?"

"He did! And he didn't like that Maya was there with Ben even though he really likes Ben! It was so weird being jealous of Ben because of David in my head! He never stopped muttering."

"Oh, Aly, could you not? Just...poor Ben! In the family five minutes and already part of the rumour mill."

"I am not a mill," Aly said firmly and she poked him in the arm in retribution. "And they sneaked away! Left right during the speeches and didn't come back for an hour. And they danced and I saw her kiss his cheek!" Aly looked absolutely thrilled. "Do you think they're dating! Poor David hopes not, but I hope so!"

Peter rubbed his temples and he gave her a desperate look. "I can hardly keep up with my life, how am I supposed to keep up with Ben's? When he wants us to know, he'll tell us." And he didn't really need to hear what Ben was getting up to in the dusty corners of the museum anyway.

"Speculation is half the fun," Aly told him, sighing because he didn't understand. "I need a girlfriend who isn't Kali. She was there so she already knows. Oh! I'll tell Isabella tomorrow! She won't actually care, but I'll tell her!"

Peter chuckled and he reached out to kiss his wife's forehead. "Are you exhausted now?"

"Actually," Aly grinned. "I'm feeling quite...energetic."

Peter's eyes widened.

"I don't have to go home. Tasha is at Liz's. Lydia is with Kismet. The kids are with my parents. No one else is there, expecting me."

Peter grinned, catching on rather well there, actually. And since his IV had been removed and he was pain-free, there was nothing stopping this from happening. "Are you suggesting we defile my lovely sanctuary, Mrs Kemp?"

Aly grinned toothily. "I am, Mr Kemp." She leaned up and then jumped off the bed to barricade his door and then she covered the window with a hastily made sign that read Mr Kemp is busy getting busy right now, do not enter in her scrawled handwriting using some paper from Peter's journal. Then she shed her purple dress in seconds and climbed up next to him again. "I am going to sex you in your hospital. What do you say to that?"

"Whatever you want me to say, Mrs Kemp," Peter laughed.

"Damn right," Aly replied, and she leaned down to kiss him.