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[ Sometimes he is such a terrible liar, and at this point she likes to think she can read him fairly well. She knows he didn't come back "just because" and the pieces suddenly fall into place when he offers to help. ]
You came back to help me clean?
[ Bless her heart, she actually looks a little incredulous ]
You came back to help me clean?
[ Bless her heart, she actually looks a little incredulous ]
[ He looks down at the floor, shifting his weight a little awkwardly. ]
Well, not-- specifically, no. But I'm back now, so I mean, if you want a hand, I'm, uh-- available?
[ Jesus. For someone who makes a living on lying, he really is shitty at it sometimes. ]
Well, not-- specifically, no. But I'm back now, so I mean, if you want a hand, I'm, uh-- available?
[ Jesus. For someone who makes a living on lying, he really is shitty at it sometimes. ]
[ There are a lot of things to be said about Peter's smart mouth. Sometimes it gets him into trouble, or he spouts too many references for his own good (she's gotten good at keeping up, though. And he laughs at all the reading she does) and then sometimes he--
Oh.
Oh. ]
Oohhhhh God...
[ She moans, breathless, arching her back and clenching her hands into the crisp white comforter. She wasn't lying when she said she'd dreamt of this- but holy shit did it feel so much better than she could ever imagine. Every swipe of his tongue, every little movement and slow little circle turns her muscles to jelly and it's all she can do to stay upright. Her grip on the bedding tightens as she fights the urge to rock her hips, to grind against his questing tongue.
Her legs are quivering, pleasure pounding through her body in time with her rapidly beating heart.
Fuck, he's really good at this. ]
Oh.
Oh. ]
Oohhhhh God...
[ She moans, breathless, arching her back and clenching her hands into the crisp white comforter. She wasn't lying when she said she'd dreamt of this- but holy shit did it feel so much better than she could ever imagine. Every swipe of his tongue, every little movement and slow little circle turns her muscles to jelly and it's all she can do to stay upright. Her grip on the bedding tightens as she fights the urge to rock her hips, to grind against his questing tongue.
Her legs are quivering, pleasure pounding through her body in time with her rapidly beating heart.
Fuck, he's really good at this. ]
Don't bs me. Yes you did.
[ She puts a hand on her hip, leaning her weight on the mop in her other hand. ] Why?
[ She puts a hand on her hip, leaning her weight on the mop in her other hand. ] Why?
Was the second movie a thing before you became a space pirate? Or did that happen afterwards?
[ wide-eyed shock is go ] There was a second movie?
[ He has no idea why he suddenly feels so defensive, but he suuuure does, and he stares at a point on the bulkhead. ]
Look, if you don't want my help, I can just head back out. I'd probably get in your way anyway, right?
Look, if you don't want my help, I can just head back out. I'd probably get in your way anyway, right?
There's four movies and a TV series, actually. Never saw the show, but the second movie is the shit.
[ Don't let him know that, Maya. It'll go straight to his head.
As it is, he can't help but be pleased by the way she's reacting. He's been wanting to do this for weeks, wanting to taste her, warm and wet and seriously delicious.
He pulls away for just a second to lick his fingers, then slowly slides them into her pussy, hooking upward to find the rough patch of skin there. He shifts a little, his tongue flattening to press against her clit once, hard, then falling into a rhythm. Up and down, slowly at first, then picking up speed and matching the rhythm with his fingers. ]
As it is, he can't help but be pleased by the way she's reacting. He's been wanting to do this for weeks, wanting to taste her, warm and wet and seriously delicious.
He pulls away for just a second to lick his fingers, then slowly slides them into her pussy, hooking upward to find the rough patch of skin there. He shifts a little, his tongue flattening to press against her clit once, hard, then falling into a rhythm. Up and down, slowly at first, then picking up speed and matching the rhythm with his fingers. ]
[ The look of disappointment on his face is one for the ages. ]
Fuck! Fuck, I missed it. God damn, I need to see it five times.
Fuck! Fuck, I missed it. God damn, I need to see it five times.
Whoa. Wow. Where did that come from?
[ She sighs, her tone and her facial expression softening ] You don't feel... I don't know, obligated to do this, do you? Because I really don't mind it.
[ She sighs, her tone and her facial expression softening ] You don't feel... I don't know, obligated to do this, do you? Because I really don't mind it.
[ At her surprise, he looks sheepish and offers a quick, "Sorry." ]
It's mostly my mess, man. I really oughta be the one cleaning it up, so-- obligated in that way, yeah.
It's mostly my mess, man. I really oughta be the one cleaning it up, so-- obligated in that way, yeah.
[ She does buck her hips once he slides his fingers into her entrance, completely involuntarily. (Honestly, she's not sure if she has the faculties to do anything that wasn't out of instinct or pure want right now.) And she swears once, abruptly, when he begins to start up a rhythm. Her arms nearly give out on her and she falls back to brace herself on her elbows, hands still clenched in the comforter. Her head as fallen back, hair spilling over her shoulders in blue cascades.
Fuck, she thinks. Fuck fuck fuck.
She doesn't want this to stop, the sheer heat rolling through her with his every motion, but she knows she won't last much longer. She's been aching for him for a month- which is a month too fucking long- and now she's about to boil over.
When she comes, it's probably the most intense fucking thing she's ever felt and for a moment, she forgets entirely how to function. She clenches hard, suddenly, around his fingers, her tattoos flare bright cyan, and she manages not to scream, but just barely. What comes out of her mouth is something like a high-pitched moan, that tapers off into a shuddering sigh. ]
Fuck... [ definitely breathless now. She gasps, attempting to get her bearings again. She's gonna need a moment after that one. ]
Fuck, she thinks. Fuck fuck fuck.
She doesn't want this to stop, the sheer heat rolling through her with his every motion, but she knows she won't last much longer. She's been aching for him for a month- which is a month too fucking long- and now she's about to boil over.
When she comes, it's probably the most intense fucking thing she's ever felt and for a moment, she forgets entirely how to function. She clenches hard, suddenly, around his fingers, her tattoos flare bright cyan, and she manages not to scream, but just barely. What comes out of her mouth is something like a high-pitched moan, that tapers off into a shuddering sigh. ]
Fuck... [ definitely breathless now. She gasps, attempting to get her bearings again. She's gonna need a moment after that one. ]
Hey, come on. Did I look put-out to be doing the cleaning a moment ago?
[ She offers him a small smile, but she's unable to stop the hint of color that rises to her cheeks again ]
[ She offers him a small smile, but she's unable to stop the hint of color that rises to her cheeks again ]
Edited 2014-10-20 02:57 (UTC)
Uuuuh, well I'm thinking after I build a library for your girlfriend, we need to have a movie night.
[ The response is immediate: ] Yes, we absolutely do.
[ At that, he totally grins. ]
Yeah, about that. I thought you said you weren't a dancer?
Yeah, about that. I thought you said you weren't a dancer?
[ He really fucking loves the light show whenever Maya comes. To Peter, it's like a little fireworks display of victory, and he grins every time.
Sometimes, though, he does sort of worry about her losing control and phaselocking him on accident, but hey, shit happens, and it'd make for an awesome story, anyway. "Remember that time you came so hard you literally put me into an extradimensional bubble? Fun, right?"
He pulls his fingers out slowly and gives her entrance one final lick from bottom to top, savoring the taste of her; he moves up onto the bed, then, licking his lips before kissing her gently.
When he pulls back, he has a sort of cocky grin on. ]
Need a sec?
Sometimes, though, he does sort of worry about her losing control and phaselocking him on accident, but hey, shit happens, and it'd make for an awesome story, anyway. "Remember that time you came so hard you literally put me into an extradimensional bubble? Fun, right?"
He pulls his fingers out slowly and gives her entrance one final lick from bottom to top, savoring the taste of her; he moves up onto the bed, then, licking his lips before kissing her gently.
When he pulls back, he has a sort of cocky grin on. ]
Need a sec?
I think you might want to get checked, because I'm pretty sure I caught that from you.
[ She kisses him back slowly, almost lazily, and runs her tongue over his lips. Oh, she loves it when he tastes like her.
And you know what? She's going to let him be cocky. He earned it. ]
Yeah. Yeah I do.
And you know what? She's going to let him be cocky. He earned it. ]
Yeah. Yeah I do.
Hell yes! Makes some popcorn and get ready cause it's gonna be off the chain.
Whoops. Guess I should've mentioned when we first started dating? It's highly contagious.
[ He's just going to keep internally gloating, but after a second he shifts again, pressing a kiss to her neck. ]
That was the longest fucking month ever.
That was the longest fucking month ever.
Shit, you're gonna have to make a list of all the good stuff I've missed.
It was. [ She laughs, the sound low and rolling, and she eases herself up onto the bed to lean back against the pillows ] Let's not do that again.
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