You missed, your lips are supposed to touch mine. With Peter pls!

thatonecurlygirl:

Prompt: You missed, your lips are supposed to touch mine.

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Peter was really good at keeping his work and personal life separate. He refused to take work home and left home – and you- at home. That called for many late nights with you home alone binge-watching shows on Netflix and him stuck at the office. The past week had been one of those weeks for him. Whatever case he was working on kept him in his office pretty much all day, every day, he even spent Wednesday night in the office. No matter how much you enjoyed Netflix and chill-y ice cream on the couch, you missed Peter and decided ‘to hell with it’ you were going to see him.

“Knock knock handsome.” You gently knock on his open office door.

Peter looks up from the papers on his desk and smiles when he sees you “Hey (y/n), what are you doing here?” He asks, standing up from his desk and walking toward you.

“Came to see your handsome face.” You smile when he leans down and kisses you “-and I brought you some dinner.” you help up the plastic bag of food and he gratefully takes it from your hands and sits on the edge of his desk.

“You didn’t have to bring me anything, “He smiles looking down into the bag and grabbing out the Golden Delicious Apple, taking a big bite out of it, the juice running down his arm.

“Yes, I did. I called Carmen earlier and she said you hadn’t eaten all day.” You walk over to the desk and grab a napkin from the bag, wiping the juice off his arm and smiling when he opens his arm and pulls you into an embrace.

“I’ve been busy.”

“I can tell.” You say, looking at the organized mess of papers he has piled on his desk and spotting the numerous empty coffee cups in the trash. “I got you a coffee too but I kind of dropped it on my way here.” You blush at your clumsiness.

“That’s okay, I’ve had enough coffee for today.” He chuckles looking in the bag to see what else you brought.

“Hey Stone – oh I’m sorry.” You hear a woman say from behind you and you turn to see not one but two women and a man standing in the doorway.

“Oh no, you’re fine. Come in.” Peter says and you smile and turn back to Peter.

“I’ll see you tonight?” You ask with a pouty face and he nods with a smile, leaning in and kissing your cheek softly as he stands up from his desk. “You missed. Your lips were supposed to touch mine.”

Peter leans back down and kisses your lips quickly, probably because of the other people in the room but you take what you can get. “(y/n) this is Leuitenant Benson, and Detectives Carisi and Rollins and this is (y/n) she-”

“I’m his maid.” You joke with a smile shaking their hands gleefully that he introduced you until you realize this is probably why he keeps you and work separate. “I’m just kidding, I’m his girlfriend -not a maid- I’ve never been one. I should go.” You laugh and turn back to Peter as you walk out of the door. “Make sure you eat.” You say in an authoritative tone watching him smile and nod as you walk away.

Man, you love that man!