Following immediately on from "Tested" - you want some Dadneto don't you? I can tell you do.
Thinking he would be alone, Peter had pulled the zip of his training suit halfway down before he pushed open the door of his room, aching for a shower to batter some of the stiffness out of his legs. Running so hard to evade Erik's shrapnel attack had taken a toll on him, and he knew that unless he got some hot water on his muscles soon he'd be too stiff for a proper morning run tomorrow. Yawning widely, he stopped dead as he entered his room, unexpectedly finding Angela sat cross-legged on his bed with a book open in front of her. How on earth did she sit still and read for so long? He tried to speak, but found no words there, feeling her eyes raking down his body. Though she saw him undressed often enough these days that she really should know what he looked like, the difference between Peter in his usual jeans-t shirt-sneakers uniform and Peter in his skin-tight leather training suit was striking, and neither said anything for a few moments until Angela had let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and said
"Wow…"
He gave her a little wave, a short nervous laugh, dropping his eyes from hers as though the floor was suddenly fascinating.
"Oh… hey Angie…" he said quietly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. Ugh, sweaty… he really needed to get out of that suit.
"You look….." she paused, took a deep breath. He cheeks were flaming, "amazing"
"S'just my uniform" he quickly moved to zip the suit back up, immediately wishing he hadn't.
"It's very," Angela swallowed hard, "…..tight"
He risked a glance up at her, sped across the room to get some fresh towels out of a drawer, feeling her eyes burning into his back and looking at her in the mirror, noticing with a flush of embarrassment that she was studying his backside with her mouth hanging slightly open. With a huge effort, he pulled himself together and tried to sound cool and collected as he told her
"If you're gonna drool, try not to get it on my sheets"
"Sorry" she shook her head, seemed to snap out of it a little
"Not that I object, but why are you in my room?"
"You forgot?" she gave him a mock-pitying look as he turned back, "Did Jean ram you headfirst into the wall again? Seeing stars? How many fingers?"
She held up three, then four, then two. He responded with a smirk and flipped her off, coming over to perch beside her on the bed.
"I admit it. I forgot – at least I think I did. What did I forget again?"
"You doofus," she giggled, resting her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss on the nose, "We're going out for dinner, how could you forget that?"
She smiled saucily and pulled his face down so that their lips met, sneaking one hand down from the back of his neck to slide the zip of his suit back down slowly all the way to his waist, pressed her palm against his chest whilst she explored his lips with hers. Feeling the thunder of his heartbeat speeding up even more and pulling away with regret.
"Go shower," she told him, "You stink, and you must be starving after training"
"I do not!" he protested, "But I am hungry. I'll be quick, I promise"
As promised, he was ready before she'd even put her shoes back on, taking his hand and making for the door
"That Thai buffet has their all-you-can-eat special on tonight," she suggested, "how about there?"
"Maybe – I'm kinda in the mood for pizza though. Why don't we – Dad!"
He stopped in his tracks as the door opened to reveal Erik with one hand raised to knock. He looked almost embarrassed, then a little disgruntled to see Angela there too. Looking his son over, pleased to see that the tiny cut on his cheek had already begun to close over – it wouldn't even leave a scar with healing like his, which he was grateful for. A good lesson wasn't worth marking Peter's face for life over. He cleared his throat pointedly
"You already have plans for the evening?" he asked, giving Angela a look, "I was going to take you out to eat. I assume you're hungry?"
"The day has a 'Y' in it and I'm awake so yeah," Peter replied, "We could all go though – that okay with you Angie?"
She looked up at Erik, offered him a sickly sweet smile in reply to the daggers he glared at her, and nodded, squeezing Peter's hand tighter. There was no way she was going to let the sudden appearance of Erik ruin the one night off they'd had together all week, and if that meant she had to put up with his company then so be it.
"Awesome!" Peter grinned, "Pizza Planet then? They have an amazing salad bar and I have this incredible craving for fresh lettuce right now"
Both Erik and Angela gave him a long look as if he might have lost his mind, and he allowed it for a second before winking at her and flinging an arm around her shoulders to steer her down the corridor
"As if" he added, falling into step with Erik.