Write It Down
Disclaimer: I don't own tatbilb
AN: Uh.. thank you for being such sweethearts and welcoming me into this fandom with open arms? I love you? Thank's!
Bumped up the rating, cause of reasons.

Enjoy a little more PK + LJ loving.

Write It Down

"Come over after practice?" Lara Jean asked Peter with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

He was walking her to her last class of the day, his arm slung around her shoulder, her fingers entwined with his. He tried his best to walk her to class whenever they were on the same side of the school building because he knew she liked that kind of thing... and casue he used any excuse to sneak some kisses in throughout the day. Could you blame him?

"Sure. What classic are we watching tonight? When Harry Met Sally?" They had a long running list of movies to watch, primarily at her house. They alternated between Lara Jean and Peters's picks to keep it fair, and it was LJ's turn again.

When they weren't watching movies, they were at Peter's house. His mom worked late and his little brother did not want to hang out with them. Nothing like Kitty. That's where they got in most of their quality one on one time.

"No movie tonight," she smiled and he just knew she was up to something. "I have a surprise," she teased.

It had been three weeks since they had spoken about Lara Jean writing it down for him. He didn't want to push, but he was high strung waiting for her to finish whatever she was writing. And although he hoped that's what the surprise was, he didn't want to get excited. "Cinnamon buns?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Her Cinnamon buns were his favorite!

Her smile fell a little. "Well, no. That wasn't it. But I can see what we have," she offered weakly with a shrug.

"Cool. I'll see you after practice." He took the opportunity to press her frame up against a nearby locker, trapping her between his arms. A smirk pulled across his lip when he saw the surprised expression on her face. She wore her entire heart on her sleeve, and he loved to watch her emotions flicker across her face. Chuckling, he pressed his body up against hers and dropped a not so sweet kiss to her lips, pulling away slowly for dramatic effect. "I'll see you tonight," he whispered, against her lips.

"A huh," she mumbled, dazed by him.

Practice went by pretty quickly. He was in the locker room drying off when the teasing from the team started.

"PK, you coming out tonight?" Trevor asked, pulling on a clean shirt.

"You know he's not," Gregg teased before Peter got a word in. "Largie has Peter whipped!" he added, whipping his tshirt into the air like a cowboy.

Peter rolled his eyes. He didn't mind the teasing too much. He'd take it any day if it meant that he had Lara Jean. "I was just at Trevor's party!" he argued, hoping that was enough to shut his friends up.

"Uhhh, that was like a month ago," Trevor chimed in. "Sorry," he mumbled, realizing it didn't help his best friend's case.

"Like you don't spend all your free time with Chris,'' Peter added, pivoting the conversation away from his relationship.

"That is true," Gregg added with a pointed look.

"You made them!" Peter grinned, walking into the Covey's kitchen. It smelled like cinnamon, brown sugar, and love. Lara Jean was responsible for his weight gain ever since they started dating. He simply couldn't deny any of her treats.

"I did," she smiled, plating a cinnamon bun just for him. The icing was still warm, dripping over the sides of the roll. She even got him a glass of milk to go with it. "Now, come on," she demanded, pulling him towards the stairs.

"Uh…" Peter froze at the foot of the stairs with his cinnamon bun and glass of milk in hand. "Where are we going?" he asked confused. He wasn't normally allowed upstairs. They spent most of their time on the couch in the living room.

Lara Jean rolled her eyes at him. "Dad's at a charity event. Kitty's at a sleepover. Come on!" she explained, already halfway up the stairs. Peter was suddenly hot on her trail.

When he entered her room, he noticed that she cleaned up. Her room was normally an explosion of clothes, not that he was any better. But he was hardly ever allowed up there, so seeing it clean was odd. He placed his things on her bedside table, taking a seat on her bed with a smile.

Lara Jean disappeared into her closet, coming out with her teal hatbox.

"Uh oh," he teased, looking at the item in her hand. He knew how much that box meant to her, and the contents inside even more so.

She smiled, taking a seat next to him, placing the box delicately on her lap. She gingerly opened the top and pulled out an envelope. She held it close to her heart, looking up at Peter, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously. She had written him another love letter. A different kind this time. But one he had been waiting for.

"Is that for me?" he asked, his voice low and gruff. There were so many possibilities inside so many words that could paint a perfect picture...He couldn't wait to put his eyes on it.

"For you to read, yes," she confirmed, handing it over slowly, almost reluctantly. She had handwritten it and put it in an envelope because of course she envelope read PK❤️.

"Why thank you. I can't wait to read it," he smiled back at her, placing the letter in his back pocket. He would enjoy reading every word later on. But in the meantime, he had a girlfriend to properly thank. He knew that it had been hard for her to do that for him.

Lara Jean's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Are you not going to read it?" she asked, pointing at his pocket where the letter had disappeared into.

"Of course I am. Later. In my room...alone," he teased, tempted to pull her into his lap. He had some idea that the letter, her words, could have some effect on him...

"Oh no, you're not! You are not taking this with you!" Her eyes went wide in fear, and before he knew it she was lunging at him, trying to get her letter back.

It wouldn't be the first time they wrestled around a bit. Peter knew exactly how to pin her down under him, so he did just that. "Woah woah woah. What's going on, Covey?" he asked, searching her eyes to understand. He tried to keep his mind on the letter, and not on her body. But the apples of her cheeks were flushed pink and she was out of breath. He managed to hold both of her wrists down with one of his hands, the other was holding him up, making sure to keep his weight off her. But even so, she was squirming underneath him in all the worst ways. But no, he was not thinking about any of those things. He was a good boy. "I thought it was my letter?" he asked, gently.

LJ huffed and pouted. "Well, it is," she groaned. "But, do you remember what happened in the hot tub? I do not need this letter falling into the wrong hands," she argued, still moving under him. She even wrapped her legs up and around his hips swaying side to side, trying her best to use her body weight to knock him off balance. It just made him want to grind down into her instead. Abort!

"It won't," he promised, ignoring her advances.

"I'm keeping it," she replied, and he could tell by the look on her face that she was serious.

"Oh yeah, cause it's much safer here with Kitty," he argued back because he wanted to keep his letter. And it just wasn't fair.

Lara Jean froze, her legs dropped back down to the bed, her body went limp against his, no longer fighting him. Her eyes softened, looking hurt. "Low blow, Kavinsky," she replied, her voice almost a whisper.

Peter winced, knowing he went too far. He released his hold on her and dropped his body next to her on the bed. He reached into his back pocket and pulled the letter out, handing it over. "I know, I'm sorry." And he was.

She took it, clutched it to her chest, but didn't smile. "I...I wanted to burn it. After you read it," she admitted, sounding embarrassed by her confession.

"I get it. It's a lot for you. But I appreciate that you did it….I just wish I could keep it. It's kind of like the sequel to the first one, you know?" he replied, offering her a weak smile.

Lara Jean rolled onto her side to face him. "How about you read it first? Then we'll figure it out?" she replied, her lips pulling into a slow grin.

"Alright," he agreed.

Peter got comfortable in LJ's bed. It smelled like her. He imagined how much sleep he'd get if he spent the night with her... Lara Jean curled up next to him, her head on his chest, one leg hooked over him, an arm around his middle. They were intertwined together so perfectly, he didn't want to move an inch. He opened the letter slowly like it was fragile. It was multiple pages long filled with her perfect handwriting. Slowly after getting as comfortable as possible, he began to read.

When he got to the last page, Lara Jean was impatient. "Soooo?" she asked, picking her head up from his chest to stare at him.

Peter smiled at her. "Shhh, I have to read it again," he replied, going back to page one. If she was going to burn it, he was going to memorize the entire thing, word for word.

LJ groaned in response, but she put her head back down and let him reread it all over again.

When he was done with his second read, he gently tilted her chin to look at him. He looked into her eyes for a second, taking it all in. Her long dark hair up in a ponytail. Her thick dark lashes fanning against her cheeks with every blink. Her beautiful eyes that held so much of her emotions. She was something out of a fairy tale.

"I love you, Lara Jean," he murmured slowly, tilting down to press a kiss to her mouth. But not just a kiss. A slow deep kiss, his tongue licking and lapping at the traces of cinnamon he found on her tongue. His hand dropped the letter to the bed as an afterthought; his need to touch her greater than anything else in the world.

She was better than any cinnamon bun. He knew he was in too deep. No angel on his shoulder could stop him, not anymore. Not when she told him everything that he needed to know and confirmed that she was ready. He was dizzy with it. He was seconds away from pinning her down when in a strange turn of events, she pulled away from him, pressing her small hands to his chest to stop his movements.

"Peter," she groaned, her voice thick and full of emotion, but he couldn't read her. "What did you think? About the letter?" she clarified, reaching for it.

Oh. He chuckled, laying back down again. The letter... It was good. Really good. It gave him a few more ideas. It was so perfectly Lara Jean. He was surprised but some of it. It read like a mix of a romance book and reality. Like something that could happen between them. But he did have some thoughts and concerns. "Well..." he started, taking a deep breath. "I had a few thoughts," he shrugged. It was no big deal or anything. He was pretty much on board with all of it; no red flags on his part.

"Like?" She was so impatient but he understood why. She was bearing her entire soul to him, and he hasn't said much about it.

But he didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to finally act on it. He was riled up and could barely focus on anything else but her. Somehow he composed his dirty thoughts. "Well, the way it starts…." He pointed at the top of page one.

Lara Jean anxiously waited for Peter to arrive. The house was eerily quiet, as it was empty besides her. She couldn't wait for his arrival, so she sat on the front steps waiting to see his all too familiar jeep pull up. And when it did, she was on her feet, running to greet him.

"Miss me?" Peter asked when LJ practically launched herself into his arms.

She nodded and giggled, taking his hand pulling him inside the house, up the stairs and straight into her bedroom where she locked the door behind them.

Peter arched an eyebrow at her, looking a little too smug for her liking. In response Lara Jean jumped into his arms again; this time tackling him into the bed behind him. He caught her easily, he always did. He smelled like soap and deodorant and that signature PK scent that drove her crazy. He was fresh out of the locker room after practice; his hair still wet against her fingertips. But it was his mouth that she was most interested in.

"What's wrong with it?" she asked, confused.

"Nothings wrong with it. Just…it doesn't sound the most romantic evening? Just a random day after practice? Where are the candles and rose petals? Wheres the field of desire?" he asked, confused.

She frowned down at him. "I don't need any of that," she promised. Her hand came up to cup his cheek. Her thumb rubbing against the scar gently, like it was still a fresh wound. "When I'm 60 I'm not gonna remember the rose petals, Peter. I'm going to remember you." She looked like the heart eye emoji came to life.

He wanted to laugh at how ridiculous his life was, and how he somehow got so lucky. She was something else. And always the romantic, he loved that about her. He covered her hand with his own. "Yes, but is this exactly what you pictured? In your wildest fantasy?" That was what he asked of her after all.

"Yes. It's you. That's all I need."

And fuck, he believed her. His mouth went dry. He couldn't form any words to counter her. How could he?

"Anything else?" she asked softly, eyeing the letter in his hands again.

Peter cleared his throat and tried to remember where they had left off. "Well...this part," he pointed at the top of page 3.

Peter looked up at her, asking for permission one last time. With a nod from LJ, he began to move. She felt the pressure of her body fighting against him; tense and wound up.

"Breath," he reminded her.

She tried to breathe, telling each muscle in her body to relax. She didn't realize how tense she was till her muscles finally loosened up. He started to move again, and that time she felt her body adjust around him instead. It was all very new, obviously, and uncomfortable. But it didn't hurt. Not really. After what felt like forever, Peter stopped moving and LJ realized there was nowhere left to go.

He's looked down at her wincing. He was clearly concerned about her.

"I'm ok," she promised. "Go slow."

He started to move again, being as gentle as possible. Like she was fragile and couldn't pressure soon passed and was replaced by something else entirely.

"What about it? Is it not accurate?" she blushed.

"No, most of it is. I just...I think it might hurt more than you think it will. It might not just pass in a few seconds," he winced. He was not looking forward to that part. If he could skip to the part where she started to enjoy it, he would in a heartbeat.

"Really?"

"Everybody is different but…" he trailed off, not wanting to mention his experience with Gen, but it was all he knew after all. "Obviously I'll try my best to ease into it," he cringed at his choice of words. "But yeah, it might hurt more than what you think." Based on everything he had experienced with her, and what he knew of her body… yeah, it was going to hurt a bit more than that. LJ was small and petite in all the ways Peter wasn't. It might hurt the first few times. "Or, it might not!" he quickly added, trying not to scare her.

"Ok, well, what if you touched me?" she asked softly. "That might help me cope with the pain." She looked up at him innocently, like she didn't just say that. Like she wasn't asking him to put his hands on her, to move his thumb in that oh too familiar circular pattern she liked so much.

His brain short circuited. "Right, yeah I can do that," he replied quickly, licking his lips, his mind flooding with images he couldn't blink away. He hoped he sounded confident. "I can multitask," he mumbled, mostly to himself. Could he touch her? Sure, but in the right way? It would depend on the angle… He wasn't sure how long he'd even be able to last, or if he could focus on anything else. But he'd try.

LJ beamed back at him. She looked... excited? "Ok, anything else?"

Peter bit his lip, eyes scanning the pages for any last lingering thoughts. "One last thing. Here," he pointed at the last page. "I…. I don't know if I can make you feel like that." He felt his face heat up in embarrassment.

Mouthwateringly delicious. That's the word she'd use to describe the feeling. It felt the fire was licking its way up her body in the best way possible. She was on fire, in the best way possible and she wanted nothing more than to burn. Warmth inched its way across her skin with tingles trailing closely behind. Her toes curled by their own accord, half her body arched off the bed, needing to be closer to him, like he was the only thing keeping her grounded. She wasn't aware of the noises escaping her, she wasn't in control of that either. She was chasing a high that only Peter could provide.

He watched her lips form the words as she reread the paragraph to herself. "What?" she asked confused, not understanding.

"That… that sounds amazing. But I don't think I can make you feel like Covey." Even with all the experience he had, he wasn't sure if he could make her feel all those things. And although he could brush it off, he wanted to be honest with her. He wasn't that good. Her first time and any that followed wouldn't be that magical.

She tilted her head, a half smile pulling across her lips. She looked amused by his confession. "What are you talking about? That's not me romanticizing what I think it'll feel like Peter. That's what I know it feels like," she explained.

"What?"

Lara Jean pulled his hand up to her lips, pressing tiny kisses to the tips of his fingers, looking up at him from underneath her lashes. "That's how you make me feel when you touch me," she trailed off, eyes staring at his hands again.

"Shit," he breathed out. He tried his best to keep his mouth clean around her. She hardly ever cursed. It was a different story with him. But he wanted to be good for her. He wanted to be her Prince Charming. But every once in a while he just couldn't hold it back.

"And you know, that other thing you do," she added, with a sly smirk, arching an eyebrow at him.

Oh, he knew about that other thing. When she finally let him get a taste of her... it was his new favorite thing to do. They just hardly ever got enough alone time to do it. Shit. He was so unaware of how he made her feel. Like she was on fire? If he thought about it, when her hand and her mouth were on him… yeah, he understood the fire thing too. "Ok...so maybe it will feel something like that," he breathed out. "But you know...a little different." He wasn't sure if sex would/could feel the same as the other things they had done. But he would try his best to find whatever worked for her.

LJ nodded. "I'm sure it will be amazing," she beamed. "And we've got about an hour before anyone gets home," she arched an eyebrow his way. "How about we practice?"

AN: Apologies for the delay, friends! It's just that me... writing as LJ... writing a love letter to Peter, yeah - was a little too meta for my brain to handle. And then in the next (and probably final) chapter, you will see PK + LJ's first time together! I wanted to make sure it wasn't exactly what LJ described here because who needs that kind of repetition?!

If you're currently in quarantine, as I am, I hope this helped!