⚠️Mature Content Warning⚠️

Peter

I sighed and crossed my arms as I leaned in the kitchen doorway, watching Thalia as she read her book. It had been two days since the family fight. Everyone had mostly kept to themselves. Everyone was separated.

Except for Rhys and Thalia.

They were the only two who stayed extra close during the whole endeavor. When Thalia had gotten her wrappings off, he was the one who accompanied her. I would have gone with her, had it not been for the fact that she had been avoiding me with a fiery passion. Plus, everywhere she went, Rhys followed. He was like a guard dog, protecting her from everyone with a penis.

I rolled my eyes. Mother had told me that eventually I needed to apologize to everyone. So, due to my crippling respect for my mother, I shoved down my pride and apologized to Fiona, Leo, and Ricardo already. I know that apologizing to Corey should be my main priority, but, if I'm being honest, I didn't really want to, so I was putting it off for as long as possible. So, I'd decided that I would apologize to him last. Rhys was the next person on my agenda, after I apologized to Thalia.

She seemed so peaceful sitting there on the couch with her book in hand, her face emotionless as she read the pages, but if I knew Thalia, her mind was no doubt racing to keep up with the words she was seeing on the page. I smiled softly. She was truly a dream. But one that I could never own. She was too good for me.

I shook my head free of all those thoughts. Now was not the time. I needed to apologize, not fantasize.

I took a deep breath shoved down the last of my doubts before I made my way over to her.

"Hey, Lea." I began smoothly.

"I believe you've lost your nickname privileges." She stated calmly, not once looking up from the pages of her book.

I sighed and sheepishly scratched the back of my neck. "Thalia, listen-"

"No YOU listen." She demanded, slamming her book closed. 'Peter, I've given you chance after chance to prove yourself to me and what have you done each time? FUCKED it up, that's what!"

I scoffed. Was she seriously going to play this game? "Uh huh, okay then. WHAT chances, Thalia? When have you ever NOT gotten mad at me over something I've done to try and protect you?"

"How is punching me in the face protecting me, Peter?" She demanded.

"YOU jumped in the way."

"I was trying to stop you from fighting!"

"I was trying to stop Corey from fighting!" I practically yelled.

"How is fighting Corey keeping him from fighting?"

"HE PUNCHED ME FIRST!"

"Do you know how immature you sound right now?" Thalia sneered. "You're growing that, 'Baby gets everything mentality' again!"

"I'm WHAT?" I growled. "I never even MENTIONED the fact that I was the youngest!"

"But the mentality is there!"

"Yeah so is your gorgeous face, but you don't see me calling you a bitchy drama queen just because you're hot!" I exclaimed before I could stop myself.

Thalia was so in the moment that I don't think she even processed what I said. "Who gave you the right to call my face gorgeous?" She questioned semi-angrily as she looked up into my eyes.

"The same person who gave you the right to practically call me a spoiled brat!" I hissed, getting closer to her face to glare into her eyes.

"You're such an asshole." She seethed.

"And you're a real bitch." I replied.

Our faces were so close, I could see every detail on her face, every color in her eyes, and every small lash on her lids. Even though she was glaring daggers into my eyes, she still managed to make my heart jump.

"You're so fucking hot." I muttered.

"Then kiss me." She practically whispered.

She didn't have to tell me twice.

Thalia

He took my face in his hands and suddenly, our lips collided. I pushed myself closer to him and stood up on my tip-toes. His hands grazed my hips, my waist, then he allowed his hands to travel up my shirt.

I gasped at the feeling of his cold, calloused fingers dancing along my skin. In one swift motion, his tongue was in my mouth, claiming me. I tried to hold back a moan that rose from my throat, but failed miserably. Peter chuckled at the sound and opened his eyes to gaze into mine. Oh, how those honey brown eyes made me melt.

"My room?" He asked, pulling away from me a bit.

I nodded and he smirked. His lips captured mine once more and we made our way to his room, hungrily making out with each other half the way there.

As soon as we entered his room, he closed the door with his foot and I was up against the wall, his hands up my shirt and my hands tangled in his hair. He let his lips travel from my lips to my jaw, to my neck, then back up to my jaw, peppering me with soft kisses.

I blindly reached for the hem of his shirt and, with his help, managed to pull it off of him. I stopped for a second and stared down at his abs. Gosh! This man was built like a Greek god!

"Like what you see?" He asked, cheekily. I rolled my eyes and kissed him again, more aggressively this time. Peter kept pace. He quickly slipped my shirt over my head our lips met again. He leaned down in my ear and with a deep voice whispered, "Jump." I did as I was told and suddenly, he was holding me in his arms with my legs wrapped around his torso and my arms around his neck. He carried me to the bed, our lips still locked, and I laughed a little as we landed on the bed, him on top of me.

My attention went right to his strong hands as he unfastened his pants and removed them, tossing them across the room where our shirts were. I quickly did the same.

His eyes traveled over my body and met mine. He bit his lip, smirking, as he pulled off his undergarments, revealing the full, thick length of him. I dragged my gaze up, observing his full, naked body. Before I quickly sat up on my elbows and kissed him deeply. He unclasped my bra and tossed it away as I pulled off my own underwear.

His tongue explored my mouth as he let his finger trail down to the center of me. I let out a gasp and arched my back.

"Thalia," He muttered between a kiss. My name on his lips was the best sound in the world. Suddenly, everything else melted away and it was just me, Peter, and nothingness.

I moved on him a little and jolts of fire traveled through my nerves. All I felt were his fingers, his body, his lips. I whispered his name as I threw my head back with a gasp.

His hands trailed up to my bare chest and all it took was one press of his teeth to my nipple before I wrapped my legs around his waist as he settled between them.

I need him. I craved him.

Our eyes met as he was palming my breast. "Please," I whispered.

He smirked and leaned down so that he was sucking on my neck. He was teasing me! The cheeky bastard! He knew what I wanted and he was holding it back. I grabbed his face in my hands and kissed his forehead, then his nose, then hungrily kissed his lips. "Pete," I begged. "Please,"

He captured my lips in a hungry kiss just as he buried himself in me with a single heartbeat.

Then there was nothing. We became one, one mind with one goal and purpose, each utterly drunk with love for the other. Peter's finger tips are electric, they must be, for wherever they touch my skin tingles in a frenzy of static. As his hands move over my skin, my body has a transitory paralysis, my mind unable to process the pleasure so fast. His head moves around to my left ear and he whispers what's coming next. Suddenly my body is off pause-mode and I pull back for a kiss that's both soft and hard. Both of us move in an intoxicated dance of limbs as he slammed into me again and again. He murmured my name over and over again as lighting shot through my veins, my mind, my soul. I gasped out his name as I broke against him and tugged at his hair. I gripped him through each second of his own release, savoring the feeling of his skin, his strength, and all that was him. He sighed and rolled from over me, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to catch his breath. I did as well.

It was silent between us and for a moment, all you could hear was our heavy breathing.

He turned to look at me with a smirk. "Are we back on nickname basis, now?"

I scoffed and shoved him playfully.

We laughed for a while before he looked back at me again, propping himself up on his elbow. "But I'm serious, Lea, I'm sorry. For, how I was acting yesterday. You were right. It was kind of childish."

I looked up at him. "I'm sorry, too. I should never have jumped in front of you. That was pretty dumb."

"You are dumb." Peter replied.

I frowned playfully at him and we chuckled.

It was silent between us for a few more heartbeats before he asked, "So, what does this make us?" I gave him a confused look and he continued, "Are we just friends? Are we fuck- buddies? Was this just a one night stand or-"

I cut him off. "I was hoping this meant that you like me."

His eyes met mine and he smirked. "Only if it means you like me too."

I rolled over so that I was on top of him and smirked back. "I think you already have an answer to that."

His hands trailed up to my hips and he raised an eyebrow at me. "Round two?"