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LPW and Harriet, Post #34
Dec. 8th, 2018 05:04 pmToday is Anne_D's birthday, and I offered to do a drabble. Well, double-drabble, because I couldn't keep to 100 words. Anyway, per her request, Harriet (now Lady Peter) and Peter, a night of firsts.
Harriet looked at herself in the mirror. Although wearing a Norman Hartnell creation of bronze and ruby and knowing what was to come at tonight's book launch, she had lines of tension in between her heavy brows.
The book cover still said Harriet Vane, but for the first time for one of her book-launches she would be Lady Peter Wimsey. Would there be a different sort of press, would there be photographs, would it all come to pieces again—
Peter's arms came 'round her from behind, his hands cradling the bump of their future child, his lips against her temple. She covered his hands with her own.
"What will you, lady?" Peter murmured. The words formed themselves against her skin, shiver-making, delightful. "I shall stay at home if you wish. I would rather make a fool of myself beaming proudly from a dusty corner –"
"There are no dusty corners in Hatchard's, Peter darling. They wouldn't have it."
"True. Let us go back to me beaming proudly, perhaps against the New Crime section. I won't if you wish to stand alone, however."
She looked at the two of them in the mirror, united. She smiled. "It's a new world. Come."
Harriet looked at herself in the mirror. Although wearing a Norman Hartnell creation of bronze and ruby and knowing what was to come at tonight's book launch, she had lines of tension in between her heavy brows.
The book cover still said Harriet Vane, but for the first time for one of her book-launches she would be Lady Peter Wimsey. Would there be a different sort of press, would there be photographs, would it all come to pieces again—
Peter's arms came 'round her from behind, his hands cradling the bump of their future child, his lips against her temple. She covered his hands with her own.
"What will you, lady?" Peter murmured. The words formed themselves against her skin, shiver-making, delightful. "I shall stay at home if you wish. I would rather make a fool of myself beaming proudly from a dusty corner –"
"There are no dusty corners in Hatchard's, Peter darling. They wouldn't have it."
"True. Let us go back to me beaming proudly, perhaps against the New Crime section. I won't if you wish to stand alone, however."
She looked at the two of them in the mirror, united. She smiled. "It's a new world. Come."
