14 Pydia

BurnPeter was familiar with the sensation of being burnt alive. Remembered it quite vividly in fact as his skin blistered and cracked against the licking flames, his home falling to pieces around him. Some nights the screams playing on surround sound in his mind were the worst parts, and others it was the memory of his flesh peeling back eagerly from the searing heat. It was all consuming sometimes just to re-live that moment, and there was only one thing he could say chased those memories from him completely so he could rest finally.

A different kind of burn. One that stretched from the lowest parts up across his spine and left tingling sensations in the back of his neck and scalp, as he buried himself in heat so delicious it left him shaking. Begging for more. Nails dug painfully into his shoulders filed artfully into beautiful weapons painted delicate pink, digging so hard they were dappled with red. 

Hips arching to meet his and crying out when he hit that spot just so, drowning in that burn of which he craved. Heat soothing heat, fire fighting fire, strawberry blonde hair fanned upon silken pillows leaving her scent for him. 

Yes, there was only one thing that chased away the nightmares and memories of his worst day. And honestly; Peter couldn’t imagine any better fix than this. 

Had a lovely Pydia dream where Lydia walked in on Peter and their kids taking a nap. The baby was fast asleep on one side of Peter and their daughter was asleep on the other side however in her sleep she had moved around so that her feet were facing the head of the bed and were kicking Peter in the face. Peter woke up to the kicks in the face and Lydia's laughter as she took a picture of it all.

I legit pictured all of this and now I need a fic of it I am dying inside. THINGS I NEED BECAUSE OF YOU. I NEED IT.

YOU HAVE MADE MY DAY WITH THIS THANK AND BLESS.