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[ He knows there's more there, given the way Peter stops himself. But he'll take whatever small pieces Peter is willing to give- this is a process, and he knows that.

It's actually sort of reassuring to learn. It means whatever happened- that was biology, not some magic spell.

He places a hand on Peter's chest. ] Does it feel like nothing?

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[ He takes a slow breath in and looks at Charlie through hooded eyes. ]

Pretty sure you're doin' that just to fuck with me, now.

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[ Charlie lets out a small, breathy laugh ]

Do you want me to stop?

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[ Immediately, although he says it sort of lazily, ] I'll kick your ass if you do.

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[ He laughs again, though this time the sound is low and content. ] There's been enough ass-kicking for one night, I think.

[ Peter is still too damn tall, so Charlie has to get up on his toes a bit to press a light kiss to the corner of Peter's mouth, mindful of his cuts and bruises. ]

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[ Ah, yes, this is quite a height deficit to overcome. ]

You're too damn short.

[ -- which is all the warning Charlie will get before Peter pulls him closer, dipping down to kiss him fully. ]

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[ He should probably take offense to that, or at least pretend to, but he really doesn't give a fuck. Not with Peter kissing him. It's easy to forget how angry he was earlier in the face of that feeling- pure, warm contentment- crashing over him like waves. ]

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[ In a moment or two, Peter will marvel at how much self-control he evidently has to deny himself this -- this sensation of being complete and whole and so, so, so fucking satisfied. This need to be with him -- it's more visceral, instinctive, than anything.

But if this keeps up? It's definitely going elsewhere. Preferably somewhere with a mattress.

Because fuck, Charlie is a good kisser. ]

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[ It very well might go elsewhere, because fuck if Charlie hasn't been thinking about this since the warehouse.

But there's also the fact that Peter just got the shit beat out of him, so he reluctantly- very very reluctantly- pulls away. ]

Those guys did a number on you. You sure you're okay?

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[ oh goddammit, guess who's making a frustrated noise the second Charlie pulls away? Guess who's trying to follow after him, at least until he talks. ]

Yeah, I'm fine.

] Because he feels so fucking drunk on whatever this stupid, wonderful, lovely feeling is, enough so that it's dulling all the little aches and bruises, numbing all the little sharp twinges of pain from the cuts and nicks on his face and hands.

He'll feel it all soon enough, but right now he just doesn't care.

It occurs to him then, though, that he'd gotten in a couple good hits on Charlie, that the bouncers weren't exactly gentle when they'd gotten kicked out. So-- ]

I didn't-- what about you? You alright?

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[ Oh, he would love nothing more than to kiss Peter for the rest of forever, but someone has to be practical here ]

Nothing worse than falling out of the sky and landing on some poor guy who just happens to be there.

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[ He exhales, something like a laugh, and offers Charlie one of his more genuine smiles -- small, slightly crooked, but entirely earnest. ]

What're the chances, huh? Good thing you pissed off that mysterious wizard.

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[ He is utterly charmed by that smile, and his own expression softens in return ]

I guess it was meant to be.

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[ -- sorry, bro, Peter's gonna wrinkle his nose at that. ]

Had to ruin the moment with something gross, huh?

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Sorry. I'll try to keep the grossness down to a minimum.

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Do or do not. [ He trails off with the quote, and his expression sobers. ]

Seriously, though. I mean, are you okay? I know I got in a hit or two...

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I slammed into a chair pretty good, so my back is kind of tender. I probably have some pretty good bruises already.

[ And here he smirks a little ] ... You're welcome to kiss them better, if you'd like.

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[ He matches Charlie's smirk with one of his own and pulls him in closer, hands on his hips. ]

Yeah? Pretty sure that's somethin' I could do.

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Mm. As much fun as playing doctor is, we should probably leave the medbay.

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-- Right. Probably.

[ Although he doesn't seem all too inclined to move from his current position. ]

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[ Charlie just sighs and rolls his eyes, grabbing Peter by the wrist and leading him out ] Come on Romeo.

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[ He allows himself to be led, quiet for most of the way. Until-- ]

I'm-- um. Sorry. About the shit I pulled.

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... I--- I'm not going to tell you it's okay, because it was seriously, well, not. But I do get it.

I'm just--- thanks. For finally listening.

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One of the things you should know about me is that my life has pretty much just been one giant fuck-up after another, so.

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Is that meant to dissuade me, or-?