[he's fully expecting her to let go the minute his feet touch solid ground, and while she does unwrap her legs from around him, her hands don't quite leave, not right away. peter regards her carefully, his shoulders hunched, head tipped down so she doesn't quite have to strain so much. height differences can be such a pain.

now might be the time to broach that topic they'd tabled earlier, given that there's no imminent threats, they've got files to show their success, and the only real victim her is her hemline. he doesn't though, drawing back to a respectable distance as he scuffs his shoe on the cement. yep. she's still beautiful. you're so screwed parker.]

It's a good place to do the Sunday crossword or take a coffee break, and the pigeons are usually good about sharing.

[he jokes, about the pigeons at least. the other bits are true. they're in good shape to split up now. she's got files to pour over and he's got — well he's got zero plans but she doesn't need to know that. peter looks her up and down one more time, reluctant to leave and unsure about asking her to stick around.]

So... that wasn't terrible working together, was it?