Nov 2, 2020
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
When Peter walks back into the trailer she has the towel Lynda left on the hammock wrapped around her. It just covers the essentials, tits to ass, but Roman’s gaze drops just below. She thinks he’s staring at the hair on her legs, for a minute - legend is not exactly kidding about werewolves being hairy, and Peter’s never given a fuck about shaving anything - but he saw that last night when she was naked on the front lawn. He’s seen everything, every part of her, and he’s staring at the blood slipping between her thighs.
Or, the one where Roman goes down on Peter because goddamn, we know he'd be into it. [Rule 63!Peter/Roman]
