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Title: What I Want
Rating: G
Pairing: Peter/Claude
Summary: Sometimes the simplest gift is the best one of all.
AN: Written for Claude's birthday on Feb. 2. I guess I am a little, okay, way late, but better late than never.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
“Claude, can I ask you something?”
“Hmm. I’m not sure. Can your lips move? Your tongue wagging? Vocal cords all in working order? Well, then yes, by all means.”
Peter didn’t even bother glaring at the man, for all such efforts proved useless and frustrating and he was in no mood to indulge Claude’s love of mockery.
“I’ve been trying to think of something, but I just don’t know what. What do you want for your birthday?”
Claude turned away from the television set, interrogatory frown fixing on Peter.
“How did you know my birthday’s coming up?”
Peter ducked his head in sheepish embarrassment.
“I just... The telepathy is random at times. I just caught this stray thought. I didn’t peek into your mind on purpose.”
“Fine, I’m not going to make a state case out if this. And you don’t have to get me anything.”
“But I want to. It’s your birthday.”
“Peter, I haven’t celebrated a birthday in seven years. There’s no reason I need to restart that whole charade now.”
“It’s not a charade. And I want to give you something.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. So pick something. Anything. Well, something I wouldn’t have to steal, because I’m not doing that and I do live on a nurse’s pay.”
Claude’s eyes softened, an amused smile gliding on his lips.
“I don’t need any things, Pete.”
“Then what? We could take a trip somewhere.”
“I’d love to, but that’s not what I’m referring to.”
“What do you want, then? I’m not going to let you avoid your own birthday just because you don’t li--”
But before he could finish his sentence, Claude kissed him, a quick peck on the lips, then leaned back against the sofa. Peter stared at him in confusion, then a wonderful realization dawned on him and he grinned, suddenly giddy. Claude smiled back.
“That’s what I want."
Rating: G
Pairing: Peter/Claude
Summary: Sometimes the simplest gift is the best one of all.
AN: Written for Claude's birthday on Feb. 2. I guess I am a little, okay, way late, but better late than never.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
“Claude, can I ask you something?”
“Hmm. I’m not sure. Can your lips move? Your tongue wagging? Vocal cords all in working order? Well, then yes, by all means.”
Peter didn’t even bother glaring at the man, for all such efforts proved useless and frustrating and he was in no mood to indulge Claude’s love of mockery.
“I’ve been trying to think of something, but I just don’t know what. What do you want for your birthday?”
Claude turned away from the television set, interrogatory frown fixing on Peter.
“How did you know my birthday’s coming up?”
Peter ducked his head in sheepish embarrassment.
“I just... The telepathy is random at times. I just caught this stray thought. I didn’t peek into your mind on purpose.”
“Fine, I’m not going to make a state case out if this. And you don’t have to get me anything.”
“But I want to. It’s your birthday.”
“Peter, I haven’t celebrated a birthday in seven years. There’s no reason I need to restart that whole charade now.”
“It’s not a charade. And I want to give you something.”
“Do you?”
“Yes. So pick something. Anything. Well, something I wouldn’t have to steal, because I’m not doing that and I do live on a nurse’s pay.”
Claude’s eyes softened, an amused smile gliding on his lips.
“I don’t need any things, Pete.”
“Then what? We could take a trip somewhere.”
“I’d love to, but that’s not what I’m referring to.”
“What do you want, then? I’m not going to let you avoid your own birthday just because you don’t li--”
But before he could finish his sentence, Claude kissed him, a quick peck on the lips, then leaned back against the sofa. Peter stared at him in confusion, then a wonderful realization dawned on him and he grinned, suddenly giddy. Claude smiled back.
“That’s what I want."
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Thank you!
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Awwww! :D
So sweet!
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