Peter/Egon, Egon's hair pins

[gilascave]

for kalyw


"Ow!" Peter jerked his thumb back, and sucked on it.

Egon narrowed his eyes. "It cannot possibly have injured you that greatly."

Peter shoved his thumb in Egon's face. "Does that look like 'not greatly injured'? Huh? There's a red mark!"

Egon sighed. "Perhaps you should let me--"

"No way, Egon! You said you wanted a little romance. So that's what you're getting. Romance. Backrub, champagne, soft music. Your gorgeous lover undressing you and making passionate, sweet love to you." Peter glared at his thumb. "Is it my fault you pin your hair with nasty, sharp pieces of metal?"

"If you would just let me--"

"No! No, I'm going to do this." Peter glared at the half-undone curl on the top of Egon's head.

"This is *very* romantic," Egon said, dryly.

Peter stuck out his tongue. "Next time, you're getting yourself undressed and I'll turn on the radio."

"And we'll have sex while listening to the Yankees play?"

"Why not? It works every other night."