Noontime Serenade

 

Sunlight filtered in through the window to form a patch of golden light on the floor in front of the TV. The television was off, as were most of the odds and ends that made up the entertainment center, except for the stereo playing Glenn Miller's "Moonlight Serenade". The coffee table was clear except for two empty mugs and a pair of red-rimmed glasses. Reflected in the gray surface of the TV screen was the old couch, worn by years of use, where Egon Spengler and Peter Venkman were laying, side by side.

Egon lay on his back, with his right arm laying on his waist and his left arm wrapped around Peter, the hand laying on top of the psychologist's waist the only part visible on the TV screen. Peter lay on his right side, his left hand lightly stroking Egon's neck and collarbone before traveling downward to touch the lightly tanned chest revealed by the unbuttoned pink shirt. Peter's face was burrowed into Egon's neck, and the taller scientist would've felt the light breeze of Peter's breath ghost across his neck, had he still been awake. Egon's legs were crossed at the ankles, Peter's leg moving minutely as it lay hooked around Egon's left leg. More golden sunlight fell on dark wavy locks that wove into blonde hair, drifting serenely over Peter's light blue sweater, and highlighting softly sleeping faces.

Green eyes slid open to look at the dark screen, a smile tugging at his lips at the picture he saw. Snuggling in further, Peter nuzzled behind Egon's ear with a sleepy smile and pulled back a little to kiss his lips.

When Peter pulled back, dark blue eyes opened slowly to give him a puzzled look.

With a shake of his head, the psychologist smiled down at him and settled back down, dropping a kiss on Egon's cheek before closing his eyes again. With a slight smile, the physicist joined him.

 

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