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Peter groans as he climbs out of the car, dragging his boots to his locker. Ray and Winston follow close behind, fatigue just as imminent in their bodies as Venkman’s. They start to take off their gear, tossing their boiler suits in the laundry hamper. While the call wasn't the worst they had had, it was a tiring one. They're sure they covered miles of group jogging all around that art gallery.
“I tell you one thing fellas, that ghost was playing hard ball. That little mama had us running around that gallery like wildmen. I haven't had to chase a woman like that since-”
“Yesterday?” Winston interrupts Peter, smirking as he shucks his boiler suit off. his feet. Peter smiles at him sarcastically and starts to go to his desk, pulling a hidden candy bar from its depths. He moans as he takes his first bite, chomping happily as he walks back out to the bay, pausing briefly at your desk. Peter is mid-chew when he notices something on your desk. His hand reaches out, grabbing the soft, blue bra that was haphazardly flung onto your desk, half hanging from your printer.
“Ray, what have I told you about leaving your underwear around here?” He says, holding up the garment.
Ray turns around, confusion already etched on his features. His cheeks turn a shade of crimson as he sees the bra hanging from Venkman’s fingers.
“Beautiful shade Ray, is this the new spring colour this year?” Peter jokes, holding the cups up to his own chest and taking a few steps forward, tossing back his shoulders. He trips haphazardly as he gets to the partition, catching himself quickly. Winston comes forward and grabs the fabric that caught him up, holding up a white button up shirt and black sweater vest.
“If I didn’t know any better, I would say those are the professor’s…” Peter says, his eyebrows wiggling as he swaps looks between Ray and Winston. They all look back at the bra still against Peter’s chest. “ You don't think…”
It takes all Ray and Winston have to keep up with Peter as he bounds up at steps of the firehouse, cackling as he goes to test his own theory. He stops suddenly in front of your door, your own little slice of paradise after you struck a deal with Ray. Room and board in exchange for a ‘Jack of all Trades” job title, the handle of ‘Rookie’ still followed you however. Winston gets his hand around Peter’s bicep, pulling him back from the door.
“Come on Venkman, leave them alone. You can’t go barging in there.”. Peter shrugs from Winston’s grasp, straightening out his long johns.
“Winston, I am hurt. Is that what you think of me? Just some street pervert?” Peter lays a dramatic hand on his chest, faking offence at the assumption. However, just as soon as the words leave his mouth, his hand is reaching for the doorknob, pulling the door open slowly. He hushes Ray as he also protests the intrusion. Peter can just barely see in the small makeshift bedroom, a dim lamp on the bed stand illuminating the space as he just barely gets his head into the open door.
Your still form is nearest the door, your bare back facing Peter, your chin tucked under Egon’s head. He can see the looming body of Egon behind you, one arm protectively around your waist, the other outstretched under your pillow, fingers brushing your own. Both yours and Egon’s eyes are shut, as far as Peter knew, you were both sound asleep under your crisp white duvet.
“You know, for a couple of sex crazed perverts, they're pretty cute like this.” Peter hums to himself. Ray and Winston’s heads suddenly join Peter’s, all peeking in at the content state they found their friends in.
“They do look peaceful.” Ray smiles to himself.
“It would be very peaceful if I didn’t have the Three Perverted Stooges spying on us from the doorway.” Your rough, sleep laden voice startles the trio, and Ray and Winston quickly back away from the door. Peter sees Egon’s eye flick open, a confused look on his face as he sees Peter’s seemingly floating head.
“Oh, hi Egie. Just uh, returning some uh- laundry. This must be the Rookie’s, don’t think it’s Ray’s size.” Peter holds up your bra, Egon’s confusion growing even bigger. Peter tosses the bra at him, the professor quick to catch it before it lands on you. “Well, sleep tight you kids! Don't let the bedbugs bite- although looking at the rookie’s shoulders there Egon you might be a bit of a bite-”
“Good night Peter.” Your voice is heard again, more stern this time, cutting him off quickly. He sticks a hand up in understanding, finally retreating and shutting the door behind him. You wait a couple of moments before speaking again. “Good night Ray. Good night Winston.”
“....Good night.” You hear the pair say in unison behind the door, footsteps of their departure finally fading away. You sigh contently, still curled into Egon’s chest.
“I knew we should have gotten up and cleaned up downstairs before they got back.” Egon said, tossing your bra into the hamper at the end of the bed.
“What’s a couple of shirts between friends? More tame than coming back to find Peter and that woman laid out on the pool table-remember?”
“I was trying not to, but thank you for that mental image before I go to sleep.” Egon deadpans, his arm coming back to drape on your waist. You laugh quietly, craning your neck to press a kiss to his jaw.
“Now come on, you’ve seen scarier sights in your life than that.” You point out.
“Nothing is more frightening than unknowingly and unwillingly walking into a moment of extreme intimacy that one was not invited to or interested in.” I look back up to Egon at his words, holding in a laugh.
“Seems our coworkers don’t agree- seem to get their rocks off that way.”
“You really thought Peter wouldn’t come investigate?” It’s now Egon’s turn to smirk. You knew Egon adored you in every way- and you especially knew how much it puffed him up that you were his. This smart, beautiful, kind, and driven woman wanted to spend all of her time with him, and you did. Sure, Peter had his funny moments, and Ray and Winston were very sweet and intelligent in their own ways. Egon made you feel seen, and valued. He listened to you, took care in what you always said, remembered every little thing. If he needed assistance in the lab, you were the first one he requested to assist him. Very quickly into your time with the Ghostbusters, you were the first one he would find, lab coat breezing behind him, as he showed you his worn notepad of calculations. You both felt valued and loved by the other, in a way neither of you experienced before.
“I suppose you’re right- he is awfully nosey. I hope they didn’t see my ass.” You yawned.
“They didn’t.” Egon states as a matter of fact.
“How do you know that?”
“I’d have to kill them.” Egon’s eyes are still closed, not a stutter in his words. You chuckle again. While Egon wasn’t particularly a violent person, he wasn’t afraid to stand up and knock some heads together when he deemed it fit. When it came to you, he would do anything.
Egon’s arm under your pillow shifts slightly, his warm, slender fingers starting to trace against your own. Your own hand comes up to his face, eyes still closed as you lightly grazed his cheek with your thumb. Your fingers finally take purchase in his hair, the curls full and a bit out of control. He moans as you comb your fingers through the locks. It isn’t long before his eyes have slipped shut again, his breath deep and steady. You lean forward and press your lips to his gently.
“Good night, Egon.”