Brittany Susan Pierce (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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entrancelogs2014-10-11 11:47 pm
stoptheviolence) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-11 11:47 pm
Entry tags:
When the Moon Hits Your Eye | Like a Big Pizza Pie
Who: Brittany & Peter & later Santana
Where: the gym
When: Early During the Event
Rating: PG-13 for now; rating *might* increase because these things happen....
Summary: Peter's feeling depressed. Brittany invites him to come workout with her. Things Happen. In the musical sense.
The Story:
It had been an innocent enough request. Peter was feeling down. And what better way to help someone who was down than with a decent...workout.
In the gym.
Up and down and up and down. Breathing heavy. Sweat beading across her forehead. Lining the thick sports bra covering her chest. At one point, she grunted softly. The weight was almost too much to bear. But she was so close...almost...there...
Where: the gym
When: Early During the Event
Rating: PG-13 for now; rating *might* increase because these things happen....
Summary: Peter's feeling depressed. Brittany invites him to come workout with her. Things Happen. In the musical sense.
The Story:
It had been an innocent enough request. Peter was feeling down. And what better way to help someone who was down than with a decent...workout.
In the gym.
Up and down and up and down. Breathing heavy. Sweat beading across her forehead. Lining the thick sports bra covering her chest. At one point, she grunted softly. The weight was almost too much to bear. But she was so close...almost...there...
Let's get physical, physical
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
"And twenty!"
With one last cry of accomplishment, she sat up in her chair, allowing the weight machine to automatically reset itself. A nearby bottle of water was her reward before she pulled the earbuds from her ears (cutting off the chipper sounds of Olivia Newton-John) and glanced partway across the room to her current workout partner.
"How're you doing, Peter?"
I wanna get physical
Let's get into physical
Let me hear your body talk, your body talk
Let me hear your body talk
"And twenty!"
With one last cry of accomplishment, she sat up in her chair, allowing the weight machine to automatically reset itself. A nearby bottle of water was her reward before she pulled the earbuds from her ears (cutting off the chipper sounds of Olivia Newton-John) and glanced partway across the room to her current workout partner.
"How're you doing, Peter?"
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Has it ever crossed your mind
When we're hanging,
Spending time, girl, are we just friends?
Is there more? Is there more? (Is there more)
See it's a chance we've gotta take
'Cause I believe that we can make
This into something that'll last
Last forever, forever
He segued back into the chorus, singing softer as he moved closer since he wanted to close the distance between them. The words were far more gentle than the original version of the song (and how he knew that was a mystery to him that he'd puzzle out later) and when he reached the end of the second chorus he leaned in, following his instincts and brushed his lips against her own.
It was his first proper kiss and Merlin's beard, did it feel good.
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Her hand shouldn't have lightly come up to rest against his bicep. It did.
She shouldn't have kissed back.
She did.
Slow and soft. Hesitant. Her body was moving of it's own accord, which may or may not have to do with the fact that her brain was having a hard time keeping up. What was happening? Peter was ... was kissing her. It wasn't a deep kiss but it still felt really, really nice. And she was kissing back. She couldn't help herself.
She was in so much trouble.