vivicidal | open rp / overflow

[ He clears his throat, suddenly feeling dry and like he needs more than coffee to quench his thirst. He doesn't know if he should ask her to stay, but before he even realizes, he's nodding quickly. ]

Yeah, of course, I-- I'll be here.

[ And maybe he should run, get out before anything else is said or done, but he doesn't move a muscle. They could just forget any of this happened, move on and stay in their own lanes.

He shouldn't want what he wants... but he can't help it. ]

[ Without him protesting, Claire retreats with a barely noticeable moment's worth of hesitation. Once inside the bathroom, she sigh-groans and paces until the door opens. For just one second she thinks it must be Peter, only to be proven incorrect as a woman meanders into a stall. Claire rolls her eyes at herself and splashes some cold water onto her face. After she pats her skin dry, she stares at herself in the mirror and silently mouths 'get it together'. ]

[ Peter keeps his eyes on the abandoned plates before him for as long as he can... but there's a tug, a temptation, and he finds his gaze drifting toward the restroom sign.

He lets out a breath and glances around the room, waiting for his opportunity, the perfect split moment when everyone is distracted enough. And when that moment comes, he slips into the background, fading quickly from sight.

Another breath as he slides out and makes his way toward Claire. The door opens and closes - no physical sign of anyone else entering - then a quick sweep. She's not alone, and all he can do is wait and hope Claire doesn't leave before he's had a chance... but perhaps, she'll realize he's in the room, after all, she knows the extent of his power better than most. ]

[ It's as though there is a shift in the air, figuratively, literally, both, and it has Claire inhaling sharply and holding it. Maybe she's imaging it. Maybe this is just causing some sort of waking dream syndrome considering the things she fantasized about last night combined with today. She's casting a fruitless look around when the other lady finishes, and Claire pretends to be fussing over her hair, her outfit, until the restroom is only housing herself. Herself and ~~her~~ Peter. ]

I think that we should pay for our food. I think we should pay for our food and go somewhere more private to talk.

[ Peter steps up behind her, silent, still hidden from sight. ]

That's probably a good idea...

[ He murmurs, then trails off, gaze tracing the line of her neck. There's a voice in his mind somewhere, telling him how wrong this is, telling him to move on. It would be better for them both to seek out healthy relationships rather than continue dancing around each other like this. ]

[ It wasn't quite fair, and Claire was usually left angry or frustrated by their situation. Who let them develop a bond, who gave them chemistry strong enough to burst through the beaker, and then waited until the damage would be done with a 'By the way...'? Whenever it gets to that point, the blonde pretends. She slips back into the Before and doesn't stress about the legality, the danger.

Claire isn't quite sure where Peter is or when someone else may enter the restroom, so she gives only a swift tease by parting her jacket enough to brush her hands over the lacey, semi-transparent material stretched across her breasts. ]

[ A large part of him harbors regret for never having been bold enough to steal a kiss before things between them became complicated. Would it have been easier to let this go than it is now, he wonders. Who is he kidding, the answer is obvious.

Left with just a taste of bliss would have been his undoing.

The movement of the jacket is what catches his attention, glimpsing the tease through the mirror, and he steps even closer. Close enough to feel his presence, possibly even his breath. Peter doesn't say another word, instead, he lets his base urges take over for a moment, curling an arm around her. The moment his hand skims along just beneath her breasts, he pulls her into the unseen and leans down to press a soft kiss to the crook of her neck. ]

[ Her eyes flutter shut and she bites down hard enough onto her lower lip to leave an indent. Claire lays one arm over his while reaching back to drag her nails up Peter's thigh. Though it's a legit struggle to keep from ravishing him, to refrain from having him take her against the nearest wall, she does manage to find her voice. ]

I'm not having our first kiss in the restroom of an IHOP, though...

[ The drag of her nails ignites an electric sensation, prickling heat at his skin, pulling hot breath that ghosts against her neck. His fingers press in, pulling her closer. The struggle... absolutely mutual.

He chuckles a little breathlessly and nods in agreement. ]

Pay for our food, go somewhere more private. [ The end of that sentence was 'to talk' but he purposely leaves it out. It's still a possibility, but who knows. ] Give me a five-minute headstart.

[ With that, he slips his arm out from under hers and returns to their booth to pay and wait. ]

Five minutes. Right.

[ Even if the lack of Peter's presence, his heat, leaves a shock to her body. Totally doable.

Until Claire checks how long it's been, because surely it's been long enough?, only to see that barely a minute has since passed. She passes the time on Pinterest, glancing at Twitch, checking her looks again, and when it seems safe enough, the blonde at last exists both restroom and restaurant. She texts whilst walking to her orange Subaru. ]

Where?

[ He waits at the side of the building, leaning against the wall, flipping his phone in his hand, and watching the few people that come and go from the restaurant.

It's at the same moment that she sends the text when he notices her, he only glances at the message as he jogs up behind her. ]

Arlo.

[ She gasps sharply while clutching at her chest, following it with a harsh 'Jesus' until Claire realizes it's only Peter, it's safe. She groans and swats at him, cheeks turning rose with embarrassment. ]

You scared me, I thought I was meeting you somewhere!

[ Her assumption being he'd turn invisible and fly or something. She breaths out the mini burst of adrenaline. ]

Well, are we riding separately or...?

[ Peter can't help the amused smile that spreads across his lips, he does what he can to suppress it into a tight line, however, it's still quite evident in the way his eyes crinkle. ]

You expected me to just leave you here?

[ He shakes his head lightly, then glances around, up and down the streets. ]

What do you want to do? I can meet you there if that's what you want...

Well, yeah? I guess? I dunno, I thought you'd, like, go ghost and fly or something.

[ She shifts from one foot to the other sheepishly. ]

You're already here, just drive with me. But - [ hands him the keys with a small smile as the embarrassment subsides ] - with you behind the wheel instead.

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