2007-12-24: Morning Wake Up

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Summary: After so long apart, Peter shows up to spend a little quality time with his girlfriend. After all his effor to stay at Sylar's side, why is it suddenly okay for him to do this?

Date It Happened: December 24th, 2007

Morning Wake Up


Elena's Apartment

The day before… Peter turned twenty-eight. He didn't get to spend much of that day with anyone. Just a brief appearance at his girlfriend's apartment, to spend some short quality time— and then he had to go. To watch Sylar. Even if he's growing to trust the man more and more, he's not quite ready to leave him alone— not when various things threaten him.

Tomorrow, it will be Christmas.

This morning… it's the day before Christmas. The sun's just peaked over the horizon, and the door to the apartment unlocks and opens, someone stepping inside and closing it behind him. Usually he'd just appear in her apartment, or knock— this is different, though.

Quietly, he walks to the bedroom, taking off his coat, his scarf, his gloves… his shoes come off next and he kneels down by the edge of the bed, looking at the young woman trying to cacoon for warmth. Unfortunately, he's not warm yet…

Hands still chilled, nose vaguely reddish, he stays against the edge of the bed, watching her, clasping his hands together to thaw his fingers out more quickly… Even if he wants to reach out and touch her— watching her is enough.

There's no hurry, for a change. He could stay like this for hours.

—-

Christmas, she'll have to spend with her family, so at the very least today she can spend it with Peter whenever he's got time to spare….whenever she woke up anyway. In the middle of Christmas vacation, Elena is curled into her comforter, as happy as a clam…or as happy as a sleeping clam would be. Her dark hair is tangled onto the pillow case, and she's got her cheek buried in one of her pillows. For the moment, she looks dead to the world. But she sleeps lightly these days, despite the cold weather, and when he depresses the side of the bed to wait for her to wake, she stirs. Just slightly, a brief flickering of her lashes and a shift of her head to bury further into her pillow.

It was so cold. She wanted to stay in the comforter forever.

She seems to be aware, on some level, that someone was with her. She shifts, groaning softly, rolling over on her back and her eyes opening to stare at the ceiling, a hand coming up to rub on her eyes. Maybe she just imagined it? She turns her head to the side, her sleep-fogged gaze clearing up a bit the more she's roused into wakefulness. He looks familiar, though when her vision clears up even more, she finally sees who i t is.

And he's dressed. He must've been out early today.

"Hi," she murmurs, rubbing her eyes and sitting up, drawing her covers away from her a bit so she could look up at him sleepily. "How long have you been sitting there?"

—-

In some ways, Peter's vaguely disappointed that she woke up so quickly… in other ways he's not at all. It means he can hear her voice, for one, but it also means he can't watch her sleep any longer. "Not very long," he answers in a deepened voice, tones whispered and almost husky as he reaches over with still chilled fingers to touch both sides of her face.

As soon as he touches her, a tingling sensation will begin to play at her nerve endings, a mild tickle. Familiar. Even his eyes have a tinge of green to them when he leans closer to touch a chilled nose against her own.

"I missed you…" he murmurs in the same light tones, well aware of how little time they've spent together since he got cured before she did. Even when she got cured, they only had a day or two to spend together before he went after Sylar… Such moments like these have been far too rare— and far too short. "Merry Christmas…" he murmurs, even though it's the day before. Who knows when he'll get the chance to say it again. Especially since he silences himself… by occupying his mouth in other ways.

—-

He's using her own power on her. Elena would know the trademarked sensation anywhere. She couldn't help but chuckle. "You were just outside weren't you?" she murmurs. There was a touch of frost at the tip of his nose, and the cold was enough to give her goosebumps. With him being so close, she warms up a touch, at the very least, lifting her arms so she could drape them loosely on his shoulders. "What were you doing out so early…?" Or it felt early anyway. It was how she woke up every morning in the onset of winter, it felt so early when it was probably mid-morning or early afternoon. She did like her sleep.

When he says what she does, she can't help but chuckle. "You saw me yesterday," she teases him. It was brief - well, brief for the both of them. But she never minded it when he said it, no matter how short the separation. They'd been apart for a month and a little over it the last time, it was almost too soon again. But he had things to do, and so did she. "And Merry Christma— " She doesn't have the chance to complete it, and her head tilts up when his mouth fuses over her own.

It's light at first, the way it usually starts. But it isn't long until her fingers bury into his hair and the kiss deepens.

—-

"Had to come and see you," is all Peter says about why he'd been outside. Surely there's reasons behind that, why he hadn't just appeared in her apartment as he might have before. Then again, the teleportation act had been difficult on him right up until recently— could have started to take a toll again. He keeps his hands on her, warming them a little faster.

"Wasn't long, though…" It's a small sound, one he can't dismiss. He used to spend hours upon hours with her, especially when they were both sick together. That had been the only real benifit of being in quarantine. They could spend it together— and they did. Before then, too, they spent long hours together… Now they've barely even had time to do more than this.

The kiss moves toward something deeper, and he doesn't try to still it, or even rush it as he might have when his time with her was limited.

"I have… a couple presents," he says, breaking the kiss finally. Not to stop it, just to talk. He keeps his hands on her, dancing over her skin. "The first one's… me… I'm going to spend as much time… as I can with you today."

—-

"Mhmm…" The kiss breaks, though just a bit, and Elena opens her eyes again to look at him. "I know you're busy, and it's not as if finals period helped, you know?" she tells him quietly. "We both were. It's fine….besides, you're keeping someone dangerous in line." Her fingertips lift, to trace his brow affectionately before that hand drops again. But her body heat helps, warming up his cold hands - and with that vanishing, the goosebumps on her skin where he touches her abate.

The visit wasn't long, but it was enough. She was content with whatever time he could spare her, and she didn't bellyache it too much. Like she said, they had things to do, their own lives to lead, and while she could help him with the Sylar issue, she knew there was a reason why he didn't want her in the same vicinity as the serial killer. In truth, it was probably better that way. She wasn't one to tempt trouble like that.

His last few words cause her to laugh softly. "My day's getting better already. Even if that's the only thing I'm getting, it's enough." She inclines her head at him curiously. "What's the other one?"

—-

They both know their reasons for being too busy to spend as much time as they would like, and Peter just nods faintly, stealing some more of her body heat to get warmer. There's quite a bit of residual cold from outside still clinging to his clothes, but he doesn't start shedding them just yet— though that will likely happen later. Especially if he keeps sending mild tingles along her nerves, and possibly his own at the same time if the green in his eyes are any indication.

"Not the only one…" he says, letting one of his hands drop away from her face while he reaches down and into his pants pocket. He has to sit up a little. "It's not wrapped— I was planning to give it to you tomorrow…" Not tomorrow, though.

What he pulls out is a small jewelry box, black, obviously the right size for a ring.

—-

She glances down at the box, and then up at him. Elena reaches out slowly to take it, and she cradles it in her hands a little bit. "…this….wasn't too much trouble to get was it?" she asks softly. As always she's a little concerned about cost, even if she shouldn't be. But he tended to spoil her and with that came a certain helping of catholic guild. But she opens the box slowly afterwards, and takes the object delicately from it.

It's a ring, two circles interlocked with one another and encrusted with semi-precious stones. One ringed with sapphires while the other with rubies set on white gold. She couldn't help but smile. "Your blue and my red? Where did you find this? It's so different…." she asks, looking up at him and handing him the object so he could put it on her, extending a hand.

Whenever it's placed where it should be, she leans in and kisses him gently. "It's beautiful," she murmurs. "Thank you. I'll wear it every day."

—-

The box was the right size for an engagement ring— which her father would probably approve of him giving her after everything that's happened between them. But Peter hadn't done that yet, and doesn't really intend to at the moment, especially not when they barely have any time to spend together. "It wasn't too much. I got it online," he explains, admiting that much pretty easily. It lowers the quality of it by quite a bit, honestly, but he never bought it because it was the highest quality material or anything… he choose it for what it symbolized.

Her red and his blue, entwined together. Eternity style. "It made me think of you when I saw it," he explains quietly, voice still taking on those tired, whispered tones as he takes the ring and moves it onto her finger. It fits well. He must have sized her finger more than a few times.

"I understand if you have to take it off for your labs," he does say, a hint of a smile tugging on the corner of his mouth before he kisses her back.

—-

"Did it make you think of you too?" Elena asks, watching him slip the ring into her finger, and letting go of his hand gently so she could take a look at it. She couldn't help but smile, tracing the metal and the stones absently with a pinky finger as she admires the metalwork. "Sounds like you're improving a bit on the technology too. We…really should try and do something for Gene," she tells him quietly. Clearly it's weighing on her mind a little bit, but it's Christmas. The time for gift giving. And that was, at least, something she wants to give Gene.

However when he tells her about understanding if he has to take it off for her labs, she can't help but laugh. "I said every day," she tells him, laughter pressed into his mouth before drawing away to give him a -look-. "Not every minute. I'll have to take it off too during dance. And the shower…and when I cook…"

—-

"And me. Us," Peter admits quietly, keeping his hands on hers as she plays with the ring idly, though most of his attention is elsewhere. The tingling picks back up, especially around where they're touching. He can't help it. Or maybe he doesn't care to help it. In a way he's cheating, trying to take her mind off the guilt of gift giving… But Gene— that's one thing he'll definitely have to respond to.

"I'm not as good as he is— ordering online isn't that difficult… But you're right… we should do something for him." Not sure what he can possibly due to cure cancer— especially since he won't even accept pain killers with abilities. But maybe there's something that can be done. With or without abilities.

And even though he's leaned in close, kissing her, lips shifting to trail toward her neck… he hesitates a moment and then says, "We could always go down to hospital… corner a couple doctors into a consultation or something…"

—-

She could feel him cheating again, the little pinpricks of sensation climbing up her fingers and down her wrist, up her arm. The goosebumps are there again, but for completely different reasons. Elena can't help but smile at him when he keeps his hand there, shifting away, but not completely. Her arms come about his neck, hugging him gently, but warmly. His clothes were still cold, after all, but she didn't care, and she gives him a small squeeze. Her eyes close, taking a deep breath and smelling winter by his hair.

"We'll find a way, we're looking into it. It's just really hard to find someone we can trust on that…" she murmurs, to answer both, her head tipping back and keeping her eyes closed when she feels his mouth trail down her neck, her inhale a little sharper. "There has to be." But this is absent, he was distracting, and her head tilts so her teeth can nip gently on his earlobe.

"Everything going okay regardless?" she murmurs, though again, her tone is absent. She presses a soft kiss to his temple, and arms slide lower so a hand can absently rub on a knot she finds on his back.

—-

There's questions he wants to ask. Like why they need to trust someone when, as far as he knows, it's just a tumor. People get tumors all the time, that shouldn't be anything to worry about, should it? Little does he know… And these questions aren't ones that really come naturally when he's kissing his girlfriend. Or when he's cheating with borrowed powers— or when he's slowly warming up in a much nicer way that the residual heat from her furnace.

Peter's hands start to move at this point, drawing down her arms and to her sides, around her back, pulling her up closer. "Things are getting better," he whispers as he moves back up to look her in the eyes, lips close to her own, breath touching her as he talks.

Things are getting a lot better. And by that he's not talking about Sylar and the end of the world, or all the millions of things he needs to be doing… It's as if he has all the time in the world, right now. And this happens to be one of the places he wants to spend the time that he can take advantage of.

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