LENA AND PETER ARE BOTH COLLEGE GRADUATES. TAKES PLACE AFTER THE EVENTS OF AFTERMATH. (or did they ever happen? i don't know what happened. or maybe i do? you'll never know)

ONESHOT FOR HAVOC
HAVOC BY stilestastic

pairing: oc! x peter
lena's book HAVOC can be found on kristyns account. i love that woman with everything in me and if you haven't read havoc then you're a loser

summary: lena hates other takes on her suit and peters imagination seems to grow at every corner

word count: 432

warnings: mayhaps suggestive content

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THE APARTMENT SEEMED to have a warm glow in the sunset that shines through the windows. Lena was declined against the sofa in the living room, Peters arm thrown around her as he watched her screen, entertained by the things that came up on her screen. There was soft music coming from the radio that sat against the window, Peter understand almost all the words, but he liked the beat better.

Suddenly Lena scoffed, shifting against his body and huffing.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he craned his neck over his shoulder and looked at the photo on her screen.

"They sexualized my suit, this thing is completely impractical!" Lena exclaimed as she lifted the screen higher for him to see. He raised his eyebrows in shock. She was right, as usual.

Her boots were ones that you could find on a stripper. Her jacket was opened to reveal the severely low cut tank top and her leather pants should be called leather spandex because that was the only way Peter could describe them. He frowned and looked back to Lena as she pulled the phone back to her face and hugged again as she looked at different pictures of the same costume.

"This is totally ridiculous, right?" Lena asked, making Peter swallow and shift in his seat as his mind wandered. He couldn't help himself. Peter could totally imagine Lena in that suit. And it blew his mind. He could imagine her standing at the end of the bed in the costume, slowly crawling up to him with a that same smirk that could get him to do anything for her.

Of course Peter loved Lena in anything she wore, but of course he would never outgrow that part of his boyish mind and when he didn't answer Lena looked right up at him, her eyebrows furrowed at her boyfriends silence. The confusion subsided at the glossed-over look in his eyes.

"You're imagining me in it, aren't you?" Lena asked, Peters eyes widened and he blinked, a coughing fit erupted in his chest, the vibrations went right through her back.

"No!" He protested, looking out the window to see the sun go down.

There was a moment of silence before Peter slowly blinked and sighed.

"Yes."

"Of course." Lena laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "such a pervert." Peter coughed again and sighed.

"I'm not gonna live that down, am I?" He asked and Lena shook her head.

"Nope!" She popped her 'p' with a smile and looked back at the screen, continuing her mindless scroll.