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We haven't gone on all the rides yet though.

We can do that any time we want. Meet me in the lobby and we'll sneak off.

How about we go for ice cream instead?

I thought you wanted to. If you've got cold feet, I bet I can warm them up.

The Admiral said we wouldn't be able to get anywhere, if you remember.

You can teleport and turn invisible and break the space-time continuum and stuff. He wouldn't be able to stop you.

I'm really... pretty sure that he could.

So let's try. Come on, Peter, there's a whole world out there. And it can be just you and me... You said you wanted that.

I do, I just...

Who's going to watch Adam if we leave?

Adam's a big boy, he can take care of himself. Hell, bring him with us. He wants off too ~~and~~

Peter, you have a ton of abilities. Nobody except Sylar is powerful enough to take you on. If you want to run away, nothing can stop us.

Let's try, okay? Let's just... walk away and see what happens.

So if we start walking in a straight line and I keep us invisible and do everything I can to get escape but we end up back here anyway, you won't be mad at me?

You want to, right?

I want to make you happy.

Then stop analyzing and run away with me.

I said we'd try walking.

Good. So meet me in the lobby.

Bring sunscreen.

[Elle crossed her arms and pouted angrily. She was mad that it hadn't worked, which logically she knew wasn't Peter's fault, but she was also peeved that he wouldn't even try to teleport them out. That would... maybe work. And he definitely wasn't as into the plan as she'd thought he'd been when they'd come up with it, and that bothered her.

Shoving him hadn't made her feel any better, neither had electrocuting him - not that she'd electrocuted him hard. This was just... the worst day ever.]

[She was mad at him and Peter didn't have to be shoved or electrocuted to figure that one out. Her pouting didn't make him want to change his mind though, which he supposed was good. He was not teleporting with her. Not after what happened the last time. He didn't have any kind of control over that power and so, he was never going to use it around Elle.

It still felt like he'd let her down though, and that kind of guilt ate away at him.

He sighed quietly, and glanced over at her, deciding that ten minutes without saying anything was long enough.] "I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, well." [Elle's lips thinned as she looked at him. She couldn't think of much to say. Peter was so powerful - if he was willing, he could have absolutely anything he wanted. But he wouldn't use his power like that, and she wasn't sure she was ready to forgive him.

He'd spent a long time making it perfectly clear that he wouldn't do what she wanted, no matter how she'd cajoled, bribed, or done that puppy face that usually made him do anything. So, as unwilling to let this go as she was, she was going to have to. For now.]

"C'mere," [she said softly, crooking a finger at him.]

[Peter eyed that finger she was waving at him for a moment before looking back up at her. He didn't believe that she'd gotten over it that fast and in the current mix of feeling guilty even though he knew that he shouldn't, he was a little suspicious of her motives. He'd give her space if that was what she wanted but he wasn't going to let her nurse a grudge against him if he could help it.]

"You gonna hit me again?"

"Maybe a little." [It was mostly a joke, and there was only a little huff in her voice when she said it. They'd argued for a while, Peter wouldn't budge, now Elle's priority was making sure they were okay.

Not that she wouldn't bring this up again later - Peter wasn't getting off that easy - and she was still upset at him, but if she was stuck on a prison ship she at least wanted to be stuck with him, and for him not to be upset with her.

She forced herself to smile.] "If that's a kink you haven't told me about."

"No." [Peter shook his head to further the point and he still didn't budge from her spot, thoroughly unconvinced that she'd forgiven him yet. He had a special power for knowing when people were mad at him, he swore that he did and he wasn't born yesterday. Telling Elle about the girlfriend that he'd abandoned in a future that no longer existed would just be stupid.]

"I'd rather not be hit at all."

[Elle rolled her eyes at him, looking away.] "I don't wanna fight anymore." [That was more or less the only thing she could say that wouldn't annoy him more and wasn't a lie.

She didn't move either, instead choosing to sulk with her arms crossed and her shoulders drawn up, waiting for him to do something or for something she could say that would magically fix the whole situation.]

[Peter watched her for a few moments, chewing on his bottom lip as he debated. Finally, he sighed and stood up, crossing the room slowly.] "I don't want to either," [he said softly once he was within a few inches of her, giving her this wide eyed look that resembled a puppy more then anything.] "Do you forgive me then?"

"I..." [Elle finally looked up at him, still pouting angrily. But he was so adorable, and she really didn't want to fight anymore. And she'd get over it eventually, so she lied.] "Yeah, I forgive you."

[Her angry pout turned into an expectant stare as she studied his face, but it was probably obvious that she was still a bit ticked off, since her posture didn't change.]

Edited 2009-05-07 04:11 (UTC)

"Liar."

[There wasn't an accusing tone to Peter's voice and he was far from picking another fight with her. He was just trying to win her back into a better mood and that kind of meant that he got increasingly adorable, whether he meant to do that or not.]

"If it'll really make you feel better, I guess you can hit me one more time."

Edited 2009-05-07 05:57 (UTC)

[If Elle had thought hitting him again would make her feel better, she probably already would have. But he was offering, so she smacked him on the chest.

It didn't really help.

Well, maybe a little.

She wanted to go off and sulk by herself, which was what she'd always done on the rare occasions that she'd been mad at Daddy. Peter, though... he was too cute to stomp away from.]

"Let's just forget about it. I don't wanna be mad anymore." [She reached out and latched onto his hand, idly stroking his fingers with her thumb, looking at that instead of at his face.]

[Peter hadn't been completely serious when he said that she could hit him again, though he supposed he deserved it. He winced anyway, tightening his fingers around hers reflexively, and staring at the ground for a few seconds.]

"I just... want you to be safe, okay?" [He glanced up at her for a split second, squeezing her fingers again but this time on purpose.] "I can't let anything happen to you."

"Yeah but..." [Elle had already been through all the 'yeah buts' and Peter had said no to every one. She toyed with his hand for a few more moments, staring at her fingers as they played with his.

It was still relatively new for someone to care that much about protecting Elle - she was still getting used to it and she sort of wanted to just give in and enjoy being protected, even if she'd been raised to believe that was weak.

Finally, she looked back up at him and regarded his face curiously.]

"I know."

[Peter smiled at her almost immediately because he felt like she finally, finally got it. That he couldn't give her everything that she wanted because he had to protect her at the same time. He hoped he didn't have to explain it to her that he had to protect her so badly because he loved her so much. That much seemed like a given. Convincing her that maybe she needed protection from him would probably be more difficult.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her forehead, holding his mouth there for a long moment.]

"I love you."

[The strong thing to do would be to shrug away from that kiss, just blow him off any kind gesture after a fight. That's what she'd done when her father had tried to be nice after she'd been shot, and strangely, she regretted it now.

It was okay not to be strong with Peter, she knew that. But she couldn't stop a tiny, instinctive flinch before she wrapped both arms around Peter's waist and squeezed tightly.]

"Love you too."

[Peter noticed the flinch, and put it down as she was still kind of mad at him and it was with some grudging acceptance of the situation that she put her arms around him. Like a little girl who was still mad about not getting her way but she'd get over it. He had to believe that she'd get over it and not hold a grudge against him.]

"Do you wanna do anything else while we're here? I think we have some time left."

"I dunno."

[Elle wouldn't be opposed to going on a roller coaster again, even if they did tend to make her exceptionally staticy, but the lines tended to be hours long and they probably didn't have all that much time.]

"We could get dinner or something, like... a date?" [A real out-on-the-town date, not just some nice food and a little music in Peter's room.]

[Peter smiled slowly at her, a smile that ended up so wide that it nearly split his face in half. He hadn't even thought of taking her on a date during this port. It was all about the rides and getting the full theme park experience but he'd love to go on a date with her. A real date that wasn't on a prison ship.]

"I'd love that. There's a good seafood place around here if you want that. Or we can find something else."

"Seafood's great. It's perfect."

[Elle tugged on the hand she was clasping, urging him towards the door. They probably only had a couple hours, and she wanted to spend as much time as possible out enjoying herself.] "Come on, let's go before the carriage turns back into a pumpkin, Prince Charming."

"Can't have you losing one of your shoes either."

[Peter grinned at her, following her out of the room and leading her down the hall. Trying not to seem like he was hurrying but he was in a way, anxious to show off another part of the normal world that didn't suck.]

"Then you'd start walking funny."

"Then you'd have to carry me."

[Elle smirked as she followed him down the hall, hurrying just as much as he was.

Waiting for the elevator was a pain, but when it arrived she pushed Peter inside and started kissing him. She didn't even bother pressing the button to take them to the ground floor, content to let the doors shut and the elevator to stay where it was.]

[Peter made a muffled noise against her lips, half surprise and half pleased by the sudden turn of events. He doubted she was the type of girl to kiss him if she was still mad at him, so this was a good sign. That they could move on from an argument without the world--or their relationship--ending.

He kissed her back for a long moment before pulling away slowly, with a tiny happy sounding sigh.] "I think this is against the rules at Disneyworld, you know."

"Screw the rules."

[Elle caught Peter's lips again, backing him up into the wall and gripping the railing on either side of his waist.]

"This is more fun than following the rules."

[Peter hummed softly in agreement, leaning in to give her a soft kiss without any tongue to it. There were kids in this hotel. He didn't want to scar one of them if the elevator opened and he and Elle were all over each other.]

"I like the rules."

[Elle rolled her eyes and turned away to hit the button.] "Fine, we'll play by the rules."

[As the elevator started heading down, she leaned against the wall next to Peter and crossed her arms again. Maybe this was normal, although in the movies people were always making out in hotel elevators - even having sex in them. But if this really was normal, normal wasn't as fun as she'd always thought it would be.]

[Peter sighed softly, glancing at the ground and then back over at her a moment later. He scooted closer to her, bumping his hip against hers and watching her out of the corner of his eye. He didn't want her to start pouting on him again. Just having gotten her back into a good mood.

Without a word, Peter turned slightly and leaned over, placing a kiss against her cheek.]

"We'll break the rules later, okay?"

[Elle turned her head, looking at him sideways.]

"Okay."

[She was determined to have the best first real date ever, and if that meant putting up with some stupid no-kissing-in-elevators rule, she'd do it. Peter probably knew better how real dates were supposed to go anyway.

But she was holding him to the rule-breaking later idea.

She grabbed his hand, watching her fingers lace through his before glancing back up at him. The elevator stopped and she gave his hand a tug towards the door.] "We better."

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