Just a little warning. Some sexual references in this chapter. Nothing explicit because I didn't want to change the rating for the sake of one chapter. If it's not your thing you might want to scroll down to Crystal in the kitchen.
'Are we in a warehouse?' Peter had sat her on a bed in the corner of a room unfamiliar to her. As she looked around, she decided it must belong to a teenage boy. It was a mess; there were junk food wrappers everywhere. But it wasn't quite a bedroom. There were arcade games lined against one wall, a ping-pong table, a small collection of TVs and a mountain of Twinkie boxes.
'No, it's my room.' He paused, looking over his collection of stolen goods. 'I really should take all this stuff back.' Peter seemed embarrassed about having her see this part of his life.
'Is your mum here?'
'No, I've left her a note on the kitchen counter saying we're here. She must still be at work. Chrissy, what's wrong?' He sat on the bed beside her, placing his hand on her knee. 'Chrissy talk to me.'
She didn't want to cry. In fact she was desperate not to. He turned her face towards him and she knew he would not anticipate what was going to happen next. She slid her hand under his signature silver jacket and forced it off with a blast of air. As she did this she kissed him longingly. She crawled up on the bed, on her knees now she removed his shoes and undid his belt in the same way she had removed his jacket. His warm hands against her skin made her realise that Peter had undressed her, leaving her in her bra and panties. She felt his hand come behind her neck and instantly she was laying on the bed.
'Chrissy are you sure? Once we start this, I won't be able to stop.' Peter's warning only fuelled her more. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down to continue kissing her ravenously. He moved his lips onto her neck, her ear. At one point he was moving too fast for her to know what he was doing, but when he did this she felt like her whole body had come alive at once. The sensation made her give a little cry of pleasure.
Hours later, Crystal rolled onto her side to face Peter. He'd fallen asleep some time ago, exhausted. She tried to think about when the last time he'd ate was. It had been a long, eventful day. She slipped on one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers from his drawers and snuck upstairs. She realised it was morning when the light hit her eyes. She found her way to the kitchen and began to hunt down breakfast.
'Morning Crystal.' The sudden shock caused her to hit her head in the cupboard she was currently under.
'Morning Ms Maximoff. I was just going to make Peter some breakfast.' Crystal suddenly became very aware of what she was wearing and tried to edge herself behind the counter.
'I can see that and I'd double the amount of bacon you've put on. Here let me help you.'
They cooked breakfast together and had pleasant chitchat as they did. Crystal was surprised with how well they got on. She had enjoyed their time at Christmas, but it had been rushed. The Maximoff house was just calmer than the mansion and she needed that right now. After about fifteen minutes Peter had joined them and scoffed every piece of food on the table in two minutes flat.
Crystal caught Peter and his mother glance at each other. Ms Maximoff gave him a raised eyebrow before saying 'it looks like you have a lot to sort out. I'll leave you to it. Don't leave without saying goodbye.'
As soon as she left, Peter pulled Crystal onto his knee and pulled her hair from her face. 'Crystal, last night...we have a problem.'
Her face was filled with panic. 'Did I do it wrong?'
He chuckled, 'God no. I mean setting that box of Twinkies on fire wasn't great but I quite liked that levitation thing you did.'
'Sorry. I tired to control it, but it was difficult to stay focused.' She felt the blush on her face.
'We're getting off topic. You didn't tell me what the problem was to start with. You just made me take you away from the situation and distracted me with sex.' He was speaking softly in her ear, holding her close to him, drawing little circles on her thighs with his fingers. 'Chrissy, as nice as this is, we need to go back to the mansion. We can't hide here forever.'
She knew he was right and she knew he deserved the truth about what she and her father had seen, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. He'd be devastated. She had to lie. 'I saw my mother.'
'What?' He spoke absentmindedly, still caressing her skin.
'In the memory. That's why I was upset. It was her last moments.' This was half true. She did see that, she would just leave out what her mother had said.
'Chrissy.' She could see he was at a lost on how to comfort her. 'Are you going to be ok?'
She nodded in response, placed her head on his shoulder and asked if they could go home. Within ten minutes they had said goodbye to Peter's mom and were heading home. Peter pulled his goggles down and she felt him pull her close to him. Before she could register anything else, they were at the front doors of the mansion.