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Pairing: Peter/Egon

Rating: PG
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In the Still of the Night
by Trent Grey

In the still of the night
I held you, held you tight
'cause I love, love you so
Promise I'll never let you go
In the still of the night (in the still of the night)

I remember (I remember) that night in May (I remember)
The stars (I remember) were bright above (I remember)
I'll hope (I remember) and I'll pray (I remember)
To keep your precious love

Well before the light
Hold me again
With all of your might
In the still of the night (in the still of the night)

I remember (I remember) that night in May (I remember)
The stars (I remember) were bright above (I remember)
I'll hope (I remember) and I'll pray (I remember)
To keep your precious love

So before the light
Hold me again
With all of your might
In the still of the night (in the still of the night)

I remember (I remember) that night in May (I remember)
The stars (I remember) were bright above (I remember)
I'll hope (I remember) and I'll pray (I remember)
To keep your precious love

In the still of the night

It was dark in the bedroom, the only thing illuminating the room being the street lamp outside. Peter snuggled down further into the bed, his arms tightening around Egon’s pillow as he twisted and rolled on the bed. The covers were already a tangled mess of light blue and shadow from the psychologist’s tossing and turning, and some of them were already on the floor.

He stood, watching closely.

An odd mix of natural moonlight and artificial streetlight painted gentle streaks across the watcher’s cheeks, emphasizing the high cheekbones with deep shadow, and full lips to a light pink. The blue of his eyes was leeched away, leaving only two onyx jewels that twinkled as they scanned methodically over the restlessly sleeping figure. The thick blond hair was turned nearly white by the light, but still managed to retain a light yellow smatter of color.

"’gon..." Peter muttered, his face tightening in pain. His head shook from side to side, trying to get away from the demons of his dreams.

Blankets draped over Peter’s legs and arms, much like an exhausted piece of darkened sky that had drifted down to Earth with a long sigh. Creeping down Peter’s chest, swathing over his left arm, slipping down the skin of his bent right leg, it enfolded him in a tender embrace, forgiving his restlessness with a motherly concern. Dark brown hair fell back onto his beaten pillow, his handsome face grimacing as he reached out to his side for the comforting warmth that hadn’t been there for three days. The muscles that were visible, developed from his college football days as well as his years busting, quivered with tension.

The watcher approached slowly, gently laying a hand on Peter’s forehead.

Peter sighed deeply, his tense body relaxing, practically melting into the bed.

The long-fingered hand stroked the skin tenderly, smoothing upwards into Peter’s widow’s peak and weaving into his hair. A half-smile tugged at the watcher’s lips as Peter sighed and snuggled into the hand as the pads drew slow, soft circles into his scalp. Peter cuddled into the bed covers further, feeling these warm fingers cradle him, lift him up into the realm of dreams, where Egon didn’t have to go lecture in Albany, where they were together and just holding each other and celebrating the love they shared.

The watcher could feel his heart constrict as he took in the look of peace and total happiness that graced Peter’s face. At a loss, he let his fingers card through the dark hair to spread the covers over Peter’s body.

Peter murmured softly in his sleep, feeling the warmth of the sunlight flow all around his body as he and Egon were sitting on the blanket in a secluded spot in Central Park, sharing a quiet picnic. The strength in Egon’s long arms enfolded him, the sense of being wrapped in a blanket of love growing as he snuggled back and leaned his head against the scientist’s shoulder to stare into the beautiful, rich blue eyes that looked at him as if he were the most fascinating creature they had ever seen. Egon’s lowered to kiss him lovingly, a ribbon of soft blue spinning around him and squeezing firmly as lips met and long-fingered hands returned to dark tresses…

The watcher disengaged reluctantly, looking up to see sleepy, half-lidded emeralds look at him Peter gave him a guileless smile. "’gon..."

"You should rest, Peter."

Peter blinked sleepily, slowly lifting his arms to slide around Egon’s neck and guide the taller man close enough to nuzzle Egon’s long nose with his. "Missed you..."

"I missed you, too."

"mmm...c’mere."

"I need to change…"

"yell a’ me, later." Peter murmured, guiding Egon to lay down, turning on his side to cuddle as much as his body as he could into the scientist’s. Egon quickly took off his glasses and set them on the night stand before Peter’s hands fumbled for the buttons of the physicist’s shirt. Egon helped the sleepy psychologist undo enough of them for Peter to slide his hands across the toned chest and rub the lightly-tanned skin in soft circles.

"Love you, ‘gon." Peter whispered, nuzzling his face against Egon’s neck and sighing happily before sinking back into slumber.

"I love you, too, Peter." Egon whispered back, wrapping his long arms around Peter gently before letting his eyelids slide shut and joining him.

END

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