#I'm em-bra-cing the lace

[sparkwhorunswithwolves]

I don’t know why, but now I’m picturing Peter as a tiny kitten agressively shredding Chris’ “clothes”.

Fashinable Hunter Clothes become a thing by accident, because Chris doesn’t really care what they put him in on a day to day basis, but he also doesn’t have the same range of motion in some of those things and “Clothes in a fight are not optional, Peter“.

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Chris nearly has a heart attack when he sees the nipple pircings.

Victoria calls Chris the second Peter left the building because that was Rude and is Just Not Done. And deserves to be Punished.

Because this is where Peter miscalculated.

He’s had his half hour of peacocking half naked through Victoria’s office, but he then leaves them alone, and with no way of getting his hands on them either.

So he gets to his hotel room, they text for a bit, and Peter spends the night feeling smug about himself.

Until he gets to the meeting, and is prepared to waste 3 to 5 hours listening to these idiots talk.

He gets the first text an hour into the meeting, asking him how it’s going.

Then he gets the pictures; Victoria in a white lacy top, her back to the camera; Chris in a light grey shirt that’s at least 2 sizes too small and tight pants that leave nothing to the imagination.

And Peter will never not appreciate pictures of his 2 favourite people, but he also knows them enough to not trust this.

Chris bend over his car, clounds in the background.

A picture of both of them together in the rain, completely soaked, their clothes hiding absolutely nothing.

Both of them in their bed after sex, halfway through the meeting.

Peter is stuck here for the next 4 days. He doesn’t like this game anymore. :(

Chris Argent + tight shirts