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*For lack of a better response, Peter harumphs and covertly elbows John in the ribs.*

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What on ear-

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*John attempts a glare in Peter's direction but, predictably, it fails. Instead, while Peter is busy answering a question from Freddie, John follow's Peter's lead and gently elbows him back, eyes not leaving a particularly repetitive letter about membership of the EU.*

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Hmm?

*He turns his head, but John is apparently absorbed in his correspondence. Peter narrows his eyes, returns to answering Freddie's question, and then causes an icy breeze to hit the back of John's neck a few moments later.*

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*John shivers at the hex. He glares at Peter but decides against throwing a spell back at the other wizard.*

*It's not long that Freddie starts asking how long it will be before dinner.*

Well, chicken nuggets take about 20 to 25 minutes in the over, give 5 minutes for the oven to heat up and that means dinner should be-

*John notices Peter's glare*

...or, alternatively, about the same amount of time for a take away?

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*Peter nods absentmindedly.*

By the way, John, what is Sally getting as a tattoo?

Edited Date: 2012-12-12 06:13 pm (UTC)

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*John gets up from the sofa to fetch the take away menus.*

You'll have to ask her about that, Peter.

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I fully intend to.

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Good to know.

*John throws a copy of the menu at the sofa.*

Pick what you like, you two. I'll go and check with the others what they fancy.

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*Freddie and Peter deliberate a while over the selection, with Peter eventually choosing Freddie's second choice and solemnly promising to share.*

Edited Date: 2012-12-12 07:37 pm (UTC)

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*A list formulated and ordered, it is simply a matter of waiting until the delivery person arrives with the food.*

*When the buzzer goes, it is John who retrieves the meal, setting it out on plates and calling the house to order.*

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*Aside from Freddie's decision halfway through the meal that he actually prefers Peter's food, and the subsequent swapping of plates, the meal passes uneventfully. So uneventfully that Peter finds it difficult to keep awake towards the end of the meal. By the time all but John (delegated to the dishwasher) have congregated in the living room afterwards, Peter's nearly snoozing. He tries to keep chatting, but eventually has to just nod along as the children and Sally tell him about their week. He forgets to ask about the tattoo.

The impact of John's (newly returned from the kitchen) weight on the sofa tips Peter from upright to diagonal and he ends up snoozing on the man's shoulder.*

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*John turns to talk to Peter as he sits down, but just as he's about to move his head he feels a weight on his shoulder.*

...Peter?

*The slight snores indicate the man's sleeping state.*

...ah.

*He shushes the giggles from the children and Sally's calls for finding a camera then sets about trying to come up with a way to get Peter back to his bed.*

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Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

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Oh, damn it, where's my camera?

John, with the amount of time you two spend fighting, don't you want some blackmail material? Hold still while I go find my camera.

Oh, wait, mobiles do pictures, what am I thinking? Silly silly Sally.

Now I know he'd kill me if I put this picture up on Twitter, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I get it framed just for the family room...

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*John's end of the conversation is carried out in whispers so as not to wake the sleeping wizard.*

Sally -Sally, don't even think-

I don't need blackmail material!

Sally, there really isn't any-

*John winces as she takes a picture.*

That was completely unnecessary, I hope you realise.

*John scowls and tries to work out whether to wake the man up, leave him to sleep on the sofa or levitate him back through to his own home.*

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I can help carry him if you want. Poor love doesn't weigh much. We can put him in the guest room.

Or I can fetch a blanket and he can sleep here.

*The children go scampering off in search of a blanket. Sally seizes the moment.*

No, I know, you do your magic thing and snap your fingers or whatever and fetch a blanket and pillows here that way!

*She lowers her voice to purr in John's ear.*

I like the magic thing, it turns me on.

Edited Date: 2012-12-12 11:01 pm (UTC)

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*Up until that last comment, John had thought that he'd worked out a plan. The final words throw him somewhat. It's rather awkward sitting on a sofa with one of your close friends sleeping on your shoulder while your wife whispers such things into your ear.*

I-I-I...

Jack! Someone will have to sort Jack out if we don't wake Peter up.

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*Peter starts awake at the mention of Jack and blinks furiously, trying to shake the last of the sleepiness from his eyes. He looks at John with curiosity- the man's sitting oddly and blushing. What the devil's going on?*

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*Sally slips her hand under John's shirt, on the side away from Peter so he can't see. Teasing John never gets old.*

Oh, hello, Peter! You dropped off. Do you want to sleep in the spare room? You must not be getting enough sleep - you look knackered!

*The children burst back in with blankets and enthusiastically drop them half on the sofa and half on top of Peter. Sally takes advantage of his distraction to lean in and nip at John's earlobe.

He does blush so prettily.*

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*John just sits there blushing and trying not to emit any high pitched noises.*

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*Peter rearranges the pile of blankets into a neat pile and edges away from John. He stifles a yawn.*

No, I'm...

*His words stick in his throat as John squeaks.*

...I'll just go home via the fireplace.

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*Sally, with a last cheeky caress of the husbandly side, slips her hand out of John's shirt and stands up, all business.*

I'll say goodnight then, as these three need putting in bed themselves.

*A chorus of moans answers her.*

But you have a safe journey home, Peter, and come back soon. We're always happy to see you.

*In the doorway, she looks back and catches John's eye. She raises one elegant eyebrow - a gesture she's learned from Peter, of all people - and smirks at him.

She has Plans for later.*

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*John discretely grabs some of the blankets and puts them over his lower half.*

Leaving-

*He coughs. His voice isn't usually that high.*

Leaving so soon Peter?

Well, goodbye. See you soon. Don't be a stranger, et cetera, et cetera.

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Right. Well.

*Peter decides against shaking John's hand and instead walks over to the fireplace. He shoots John one final thoughtful look before stepping through the flames and returning to his own home.*

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