Guess who's decided to post all the rest of her Pydia stuff here?
Prompt was: charloedrama: Pydia, domestic fluff "But of course..."
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Lydia comes home to find Peter humming along to the Beatles and cooking. A smile blooms on her face despite the bad day she had. Slipping off her heels, she slid onto one of the bar-stools letting her feet dangle. "any special occasion?"
He sets his spoon down and sidles over to her giving her a wonderful welcome home kiss. "A little bird may have told me about what happened today."
A huff escapes her, Stiles is such a pack busy-body. "Really? And did that little bird exaggerate at all?"
Peter laughs as he returns to stirring the pot, the savory smelling vapor coming from it making her mouth water. "But of course, this is Stiles we're talking about. There was more truth in his story though, so dinner, a little wine, maybe a foot rub."
She gives an ecstatic sigh at that thought, "you keep talking like that and you'll turn me into goo."
"Well then…"