Ch. 12- Moving On

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Gary was pacing in front of me in a living room he no longer called his. I watched him with bated breath. His brows were furrowed in frustration and (I suppose) guilt.

Only moments ago he had interrupted my bubble bath, scaring the hell out of me in the process. He had said we needed to talk and had left me to heave myself out of the bathtub. I had hastily dried myself, dressed, and found him pacing in the living room. I had sat in the armchair while he continued pacing as I watched him.

His bruises had healed. A recent haircut meant his hair was tidier, but still long enough to run my hands though. I bit my lip as the thought made my face heat up briefly.

"I've been... overreacting." His voice startled me out of my thoughts.

"No, I shouldn't have hit you." I offered, forever trying to share the blame.

"That's not all I mean. I mean to this whole situation. I could have handled this 'baby' thing better. I should have handled it better."

These words were so un-Gary-esque I wondered if I should pinch myself.

"I want to apologize for how I've been acting. I've been petty and immature. Selfish. I honestly wasn't planning on staying here anymore. But that's wrong of me. You and the baby still need me... don't you?" He stopped his pacing and frantic speech to look at me with questioning eyes.

I stared wide eyed as my answer stuck in my throat. No, as a matter of fact, we didn't need him. That didn't mean we didn't want him to stick around though. It didn't mean we didn't appreciate his presence.

I had apparently taken too long to answer him, because he loomed over me with his hands clenching the arms of the armchair and desperation in his eyes.

"I said I was sorry." He pleaded.

I stared up at him, somewhat concerned with his behavior and wondering what had brought on this change.

"I know Gary. I'm just... trying to catch up. A moment ago I thought you hated me." I reasoned, stalling.

He kneeled as the desperation in his eyes faded in intensity. "I was just really angry, Petey. I've never hated you. But that's all over now. I want to make this work."

His eyes searched my face. I could only guess at what he was seeing. Disbelief? Surely. Hope? Perhaps. Uncertainty? Hopefully I was hiding that better than any other emotion that was currently feeling.

What ever he saw on my face drew him to take my face into his hands.

"Please, Petey. One more chance. I promise I won't treat you badly anymore." The desperation in his voice made me nervous and somewhat giddy. I was apparently in desperate need of him. Will wonders never cease?

"Gary, it's okay." I whispered, taking his hands in mine and settling them down in my lap. "You don't have to beg and plead with me. If you're not mad and you want to move back in, you can."

He sighed in relief and his head lulled forward as the tension left his body. I could feel his hands shaking. Again, what had brought all this on?

"Gary, are you okay?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." He looked up at me. "Sorry. I know I got really intense on you there for a minute."

He sounded more like himself now, which was relieving. He took one of my hands and pressed my knuckles to his lips.

"I... I do have questions." I stared questioningly at him and waited for the nod of his consent. "Why the sudden change of heart?" I asked, hoping for answers.

He shrugged, avoiding the question. I rolled my eyes and stiffled a sigh. Suddenly, he was perfectly himself. I felt both annoyance and relief at this unexpected but not altogether unpleasant resolve to our issues.

But, hoping he'd tell me when he was ready, I dropped the subject. Turning instead to my next piece of business.

"I've got names I want to run by you."

"I've only got one. And I'm good with it just being her middle name."

"What is it?"

"Rose." He murmured. "After my grandmother."

I smiled softly. "Okay, that's fine. I've narrowed it down to two names that I really like. Ilona...or Paralee. I think they would both sound good with Rose."

He quirked an eyebrow at me.

"If you don't like them I've got about ten others you could choose from." I admitted, pursing my lips. The ones I had given were my favorites. I was hoping he wouldn't shoot them down.

"I think I like Paralee Rose better than Ilona Rose." He offered.

His lips quirked up into a smile. "What does she think?" He asked as he pushed his hand against my stomach. "Have you asked her what she thinks her name should be?"

"She helped me narrow it down." I admitted, loving the feeling of his hands on my stomach again. I wasn't aware I had missed it so much. "I think Paralee Rose sounds better too." I agreed as I allowed myself to relax.

He gave me a smile as he placed his other hand on my stomach as well. But when he leaned his head down to press his lips to my ever expanding middle, my heart started thundering in my chest as butterflies erupted in my stomach.

Two weeks later found us getting along fairly well. We were trying to once again get into a rhythm of our lives together as opposed to separated. School, therapy, group. Gary was being oddly good natured about it all. I didn't have to push him about anything. He went willingly with no complaints.

He also made an effort to be helpful. He did dishes, he cleaned. I had to make him let me do the laundry.

But, by far, the thing that had surprised me the most was his sudden romantic streak. On the first trip into town after he moved back in, he had returned with flowers among the things I had sent him for. A beautiful bouquet of flowers I couldn't name. In rich purples, bright yellows, and soft pinks.

I had stuttered out an awkward thanks as I inhaled their scent. I had never received flowers before and hadn't ever expected to be given any. Especially not by Gary Smith (but to be fair, I never expected to get pregnant with his baby either).

He would give me gentle kisses, say things that were rather sweet and tinged my cheeks. Lying in bed, we would talk. He didn't try anything. Which was both frustrating (thanks to the added hormones of pregnancy) and relieving (I wasn't ready for the further complications). I didn't know if he was waiting for me to make the first move or what. I didn't know how to go about this at all. Or what he was trying to accomplish by acting sweet.

I was a jumble of questions, hormones, and nerves, unsure of my own feelings. Unsure of what I even wanted.

The only thing I was one hundred percent certain of was that his kisses still made my head spin.

Then shortly after I hit twenty seven weeks, he surprised me by decorating Paralee's room. Pink and white vertical striped wallpaper. Pink and white flower themed bedding. 'Paralee' spelled out in silver metallic letters hung upon the wall. Clothes hung in the closet and folded away in her dresser.

It had made me cry. And laugh. I was happy he was back.

And he told me he was too. It had made my heart soar.

With his limited free time, he was reading the parenting books. Nothing effected me quite like seeing him intently immersed in any one of the books we had been provided. He never seemed to realize it, which was good. My mind wasn't yet sure what to make of all his sudden changes. I still had no answers.

But, truthfully, that was quickly starting to not matter.

"Peter." Gary's voice shocked me out of my thoughts and I almost let the glassware I held in my hands slip.

"Yes?" I asked, my eyes wide as I turned to face him.

He gave me an accusing look. "I told you to let me worry about the dishes."

"I can handle it Gary." I gave him a small smile.

"I know. But you're seven months pregnant. Let me take care of it, alright?" He coerced, stepping closer to me to take the wet glassware from my hands.

"Gary... I can do this. I'm not helpless." I said, turning to the sink so he couldn't take the dish from me.

He rolled his eyes and let out a huffy breath that made his hair flutter for a moment.

"I didn't say you were. At least let me help. I'll wash. You dry and put away?" He offered.

I consent and started emptying the dish drainer of what I had already washed. Mostly dinner plater and cutlery. It took Gary no time at all to finish the last of the pots and pans. He wiped our counters off, then left the kitchen briefly. I was too focused on my task to pay him much mind when he returned. But when the music started, I had to turn around and scrutinize him. He had brought in his CD player, something his parents had brought with them.

The song was slow and I recognized it as something of Elvis'. My face started burning immediately as he moved towards me, a lopsided smile on his face.

Elvis was crooning his first verse when Gary gently pressed his lips to mine. A chaste kiss.

"Dance with me." He whispered into my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver through my body.

"I-I don't know how." Knowing my face was probably beat red and feeling my heart galloping away. But how could I refuse with him giving me an amused but hungry look?

"It's easy." He guided my arms around his neck, placed his hands on my hips, and brought us as close together as my stomach would allow. He started gently swaying us around in small rotations as he pressed his face to him, his lips to my ear.

~But I can't help... falling in love... with you~

"Shall I stay?" His whispered words sent another little thrill though me, his husky tone of voice effecting me as it always did. "Would it be... a...sin?" The way he growled out the word sin had me biting my bottom lip to suppress a moan. My hormones were not sitting this one out. Tonight was going to be hard to bear alone. I was glad I wasn't able to press flush against him. My body was beginning to betray me.

~Take my hand, take my whole life too.~

I looked up into his eyes as the as the song began to end. And I was kind of relieved to see my uncertainty mirrored in his eyes.

He let me go and stepped back. "Let's... finish putting dishes away." He suggested.

I was grateful he suggested it, needing a distraction. A reason not to talk. An opportunity to calm my traitorous body. To reason myself out of my state of arousal. Or, at the very least, attempt it.

But I should have known it was futile.

I was just putting the last of our drinking glasses way when I felt his hands ghost up my sides and he began pressing teasing lips against my neck, his hot breath making my spine tingle. It made me very aware that there would be no resisting tonight.

I bit my lip and pressed my behind against him, earning a sharp intake of breath from him. I could feel my face burning as my blood rushed south.

"Please." I breathed, the fire burning in my stomach making me beg.

"Bedroom." He growled. "Now."

I turned and forced my lips against his, letting him force his tongue into my mouth. The hot slickness of his tongue against mine caused my arousal to grow. His mouth muffled my moan. He began to pull me through our apartment, his lips constantly working against mine. Our tongues in constant battle. I caught his tongue between my teeth and the groan it earned me made my cock twitch painfully.

My hands slid from where they were bunched at his collar to the bottom to work his shirt up and over his head. I let the garment fall to the floor as I ran my eyes appreciatively over his lean body. I bit my already swollen bottom lip as I glanced up into his heavily lidded eyes.

We were paused in the hallway, our chests heaving. Just looking at each other. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Because we had reached the point of no return.

He swallowed. "I understand if you don't wan-" I cut him off, forcing my lips to his as I gently tugged on his belt.

"I've already started undressing you. Don't make me stop now." I breathed. His eyebrows rose in surprise before he crushed his mouth to mine and I felt the clink of teeth. I cringed a bit but fisted my hands into his hair as our passion resurged.

And we somehow managed to finally make it to the bedroom. He kicked our door closed behind us as he backed me into the bed, his hands were clutching the sides of my head. I had to pull back for breath.

"Easy." I panted, my hands going to his belt. This time I managed the buckle.

I could clearly see the hunger in his eyes when I looked up at his face. I'm sure he saw the same look mirrored in my eyes. My face again heated up as I felt his hands pulling my pants down, the elastic making it easy for them to slide down my hips. Gary dipped his head down to let his mouth attend to my neck, the eagerness of his sucking making me mewl in pleasure and anticipation.

Without giving it too much thought, I started stroking his cock through his boxers. The resulting bite made me cry out, pain making tears spring into my eyes as I tried to get away from Gary's teeth. He didn't hesitate to pull back at my distress, his eyes searching my face as my hand went to clench the sore spot on my neck. The fire in my stomach had been doused.

"Let me see." He coerced, his brows furrowed as he guided my hand away. He examined the area and frowned. "It's probably going to bruise." He nuzzled into my neck. "I'm sorry. You kind of surprised me." He didn't wait for a reply before he picked up his gentle sucking again.

He slowly forced me to sit on the edge of our mattress as he as he sank to his knees between my thighs.

"There's... ugh. Lube and condoms in the ni-night stand." I managed to pant out as he nibbled along my collar bone under my teeshirt, which added an odd but pleasurable fiction to the movements of his mouth. I blushed, knowing that mentioning the condoms was kinda, sorta stupid for me to do.

I felt his lips quirk up against my neck but he didn't comment. I watched with bated breath as he stretched himself to reach the nightstand. I watched the way his muscles moved under his skin and had to bite back a moan. God, I had it bad for him.

Gary pulled the drawer open and grabbed the lubricant, catching my eye. "Lay back." I began to obey. "No, wait." He grabbed a pillow and put it where my head would be. "Okay. Now lay back."

I did, blushing, as I braced my feet against the floor and lifted my hips invitingly, whining in impatience. He took the hint and eased my underpants off my body, my over eager shaft rising obscenely once free of it's constraint.

He pushed my knees a bit further apart and shifted my body to suit his purposes. I closed my eyes and felt his hands ghosting over me, making goose bumps rise. I gasped as I felt his lips press against my inner thigh, sucking a bruise into the pale, tender flesh there.

I couldn't help the fact that I gasped his name shortly after when he started languidly stroking my erection as the fingers of his other hand pressed gently against my entrance. I don't know how long we were like that, his teasing making me loose track of time as he prepared me.

"G-Gary! Please- I can't- I need-" I struggled to form the words, unable to form a complete sentence.

He chuckled and pulled his mouth away from my thigh. He had alternated, leaving marks wherever he could. "You're ready?"

"God, yes." I gasped, needing him.

I watched through heavily lidded eyes as he slid his boxer's down, his cock springing up. He dribbled a generous amount of lube into his hand and coated himself with it, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. My chest was heaving as I bit my bottom lip. He needed to hasty with this.

He took my legs under the knees and brought them up to rest on his shoulders, my hips lifted ever so slightly off the mattress. I curled my toes and threw my head back as I felt him ease into me. He rocked his hips gently until he was settled in me completely. His girth stretching me out was making my chest heave as I panted his name and tried to bite back my moans.

"Gary. Gary please. Move!" I commanded.

He started slow, giving me more time to adjust, but it wasn't long until he picked up speed and had me writhing underneath him.

He was grinding against my prostate, making me see stars dancing behind my eyelids and I clenched and twisted the sheets as I arched my back. It was relentless and I was gasping and crying out as I bucked my hips to meet his thrusts.

Before I knew it I could feel my orgasm building up, my thighs starting to tremble at the tension.

"Gary, I'm close." I whimpered, my eyes screwed shut.

I heard a sharp inhale of breath before he growled out a seductive "Me too.".

His hips were snapping wildly now, spurring us towards our impending finish. I bit my lip as I took myself in hand, needing the stimulation.

With a strangled cry, I went rigid and released into my hand. My chest was heaving and I felt my face burning as he spilled his cum into me.

We were still for a while to let ourselves recover, we were both panting and sweaty. The afterglow was glorious.

"We need to do that more often." I murmured, cleaning myself up with my already soiled tee-shirt.

Gary slothed his way into bed, laying down and looking completely spent. "I couldn't agree more."

I tossed my shirt away before moving my pillow back were it belonged and settling beside Gary. And at that point I was perfectly okay with never moving again, my limbs feeling overly heavy. I was quickly giving into sleep and I nuzzled into my pillow as my breathing evened out. After many months, my hormones had finally been sated.

-End Ch. 12-

I thought it was time to dust off ye olde smut generator. Forgive me the wait, between health issues (I'm fine now) and lots of unwanted traveling. I didn't have a lot of time to sit and get this done. I actually drew a little picture from an earlier chapter, from way back in the beginning when Gary fell asleep on Peter's shoulder. At some point it will be on the Internet. But it got me wondering if anyone else had drawn any art for this? Simply curious. Also, since I love to listen to music when I write, I'm wondering if any songs you guys know remind you of the Gary/Petey pairing? If so please let me know. Thanks to everyone who has followed this fic and me as an author and left lovely reviews. I cherish the support. So, I'm announcing that the next chapter will be the end of this fic. It promises to be longer than most of the other chapters I've posted. It will have more of Gary's POV, questions will be answered. And so, that brings me to my next projects. I'll be rewriting my Bully fic For You I Will under a different name, but I will leave the original up (despite my better judgment). And a friend has made a request for a Sherlock fan-fiction. So, I'll be giving that a try. Hoping to hear from you, with much anticipation. Good day.