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Apr 04, 2008 00:24


Boredom.

tenchi_saz

“I’m bored” I huff as the other occupant of the room doesn’t even flick their eyes at me from the book they are reading. I stand in the middle of the living room and scan around myself, hoping something will inspire me into an activity that will relive my frustration.

“Go read something then” came the muffled reply from behind the book.

“I’ve read everything” I lie, trying to keep the whine in my voice to a minimum.

“I highly doubt that” I ignore the slight smile that is playing at his lips with his reply.

“Ok, I’m just not in the mood to read. I need something” I pause and bounce on the balls of my feet idly trying to figure out what exactly I do need.

“To distract your abysmally short attention span?” He supplies helpfully. The smile now turning into a smirk. Throwing him a glare I drive my hands deep into my pockets of my jeans and look down at my feet.

“NO. What I was going to say is ‘to use some of this nervous energy on.’” I pout at the carpet. “You ass” I mutter darkly. There’s a sigh from behind the book and I glance up under my mop of hair to look at Peter. He’s looking at me with that same unreadable expression that he always has when he's studying me. Probably to see if I’m being serious. I can’t really blame him; I’m not serious all that often.

“It’s just a letter” he says calmly, letting the book rest open on his knee. I look at him for a moment and let a huff of breath out. He never fails to amaze me on how glib he can be. How calm and unconcerned he can be. It’s one of the reasons he drives me to infuriating rages. It’s also one of the reasons I love him. But I won’t let him know that.

“Just a letter, just a letter. Peter this is my life we're talking about here. What if I don’t get it?” He tilts his head to one side and looks me over with those calm green eyes and I feel my hackles rise as he talks to me like a five year old.

“Then you try for another job. Honestly Maddy it’s not the end of the world.” The hands I have in my pocket clench into hard fists to stop me from wrapping them around his throat. He looks on, unperturbed, as I stalk slowly towards the chair by the window he was currently sitting in. Placing a hand on either side of it I box him in.

“If I don’t get this then it’s going to be God knows how long before something else comes up. God knows how long of me being stuck in this house going insane.” I murmur slowly drawing out each word as the irritation and frustration at my unemployment and partner makes me grind my teeth while I speak. He leans back and smirks up at me, parting his lips and letting his hands wander to my waist. I blink for a moment at the contact before narrowing my eyes at him. He knows what this does to me, knows it and is exploiting it.

“Would that be so bad?” His voice lowers to a purr. “Being in the house with me?” I sigh and move close letting my lips drift against his.

“Of course not my love. The idea of spending time with you is not bad in the slightest” I breathe against his lips “But we both know that if I don’t have something to do I will undoubtedly do something sensible like killing you!” I snap in his face and lean back. He seems unfazed by my outburst as his hands don’t stray from when they are and in fact move to rest on the lower of my back. I stand up straight and he moves forward in the chair following my movement so as to keep contact with me. Crossing my arms I refuse to look down knowing the little smirk from earlier is back on his face. The one that makes me want to slap him and kiss him at the same time. He fills me with complete contradictions that nearly drive me to pulling out my hair sometimes.

“Maddy you drive me insane sometimes you know that? You’re the most over dramatic person I know. You explode at everything.” I huff at this statement and stare out the window behind the chair still refusing to look at his face knowing he’s studying me again.

“No I don’t. It’s just you. You drive me crazy. I’ve never known anyone in my life that gets me this riled up. About everything. Even down to the way you make fun of the way I make toast.” Jumping slightly I look down at my crossed arms as I feel his wrap around my waist and he rests his head against my stomach.

“Good” he muffles. He chuckles but I can feel the vibrations of it more than hear it. “Because you’re so beautiful when you’re like that.”

“What pissed off?” I grip, the irritation in my voice more for show. I can feel his laughing against me now as he tightens his arms, knowing this probably as well. He seems to know more about me then I seem to know myself sometimes. The bastard.

“No. Passionate.” With that he moves his head to look up at my face resting his chin on my stomach. I move my arms with a huff and look at his face finally. Those eyes looking up at me take the last sting of agitation out of me. Schooling my expression into a neutral one I raise a hand and ruffle his sandy hair.

“I hate you” I mutter with no real force to it as I yank on his hair making his head pull back. He blinks slowly and lets a smirk play across his lips.

“No you don’t”

“No.” I sigh heavily and slump my shoulders, defeated. “No, I don’t.” I finish and run my fingers through his hair to sooth it. He rests against me again and nuzzles against my side.

“I hate you” he mutters against me. I look back out the window and play with his hair idly.

“No you don’t” I correct quietly. There’s a kiss placed where his head is resting and pulls back to look at me.

“No, I don’t.” he whispers before pulling me down into his lap. I try my hardest to look blasé about the entire thing until he does the thing with his hands and suddenly that goes out the window. I shiver as Peter whispers things that should even hold my low attention span and suddenly the letter is the last thing on my mind. In fact if I don’t get this job maybe I could stand to have to wait and look for another one. Boredom doesn’t seem all that bad when you have someone else with you.

Though I would die before telling him that.

XxXxX

Characters, mistake and boredom all belong to me.

It's been a wile since I posted some writing and that would mainly because everything I've written for a while I've hated.

On another note I have something to say and it's not easy. *deep breath*

I've been sucked into the HP fandom. *hangs head* I know, I know whatever love, respect and adoration you had for me is now gone but it's true. I like the books, films but just never got into the fandom, until a couple of days ago. It's only just the Sirius/Remus pairing though. Now to be fair I loved Remus in the books and he's always been my favorite character. Probably something to do with the werewolf thing. Probably. Or it could be because I always pictured him as James Spader when I read the books. Plus when I say I'm into the fandom it's mostly skirting around the outside looking for the smut. Apart from this couple I'm not really all that bothered. It's just this pairing it's addictive and WHY WON'T THE WONDERFUL SWEET, SWEET ANGST AND HOTNESS OF IT LEAVE ME BE. Luckily there are some fab writers who write them. *starts to purr* I really do love this pairing. If anyone has hot S/R smut them for the love off all that's good send me a link. Maybe I can calm the raging beast within me.

Thank you and good night.

boredom, exercise

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