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[ With utter seriousness, ] Your voice does such things to me.
[ Yesssss, go 80% success rate. He grins as he kicks off his boots and socks, as directed, and walks over, avoiding the spots he can tell are still wet. ]
What're we dancin' to?
What're we dancin' to?
[ IMAGINE DRAGONS ]
Hm. I don't know. What are you in the mood for?
Hm. I don't know. What are you in the mood for?
[ she smirks, looking rather like the cat that caught the canary ] Careful, Peter. If you keep giving me ammunition, I'm going to keep using it.
[ His clothes are off, joining the pile on the floor, and he's back on the bed. He pauses, first, to press a kiss to her stomach, then another between here breasts, and a last one on her lips. ]
You already know all my weaknesses, anyway.
You already know all my weaknesses, anyway.
[ runs weeping off into the night ]
Something you know all the words to. [ And he's still wearing a cheeky sort of grin. ]
Something you know all the words to. [ And he's still wearing a cheeky sort of grin. ]
[ She lets out a little hum each time he kisses her, threading her fingers in his hair. ]
All your weaknesses?
All your weaknesses?
You really want me to sing.
[ it's not really a question, but she sure sounds disbelieving anyway ]
[ it's not really a question, but she sure sounds disbelieving anyway ]
I like your voice. [ He says it plainly, no joking or irony or anything. ]
[ She wasn't sure he had any other ways to make her blush, but there she goes- bright red in an instant. ]
You uh. You know what they say about Sirens and singing.
[ She's not sure where she's going with that, really. Maybe as a last-ditch lame excuse. ]
You uh. You know what they say about Sirens and singing.
[ She's not sure where she's going with that, really. Maybe as a last-ditch lame excuse. ]
I can accept that. [ She gives a little laugh, leaning in to slide her tongue along his neck, up to nibble on his ear again. ]
[ He shrugs. ] I may have heard that rumor.
[ Stepping closer, he gives her a reassuring smile. ] We can just dance, if you want. 'Sides, I'm, like, eighty percent sure I'm a better partner than a mop.
[ Stepping closer, he gives her a reassuring smile. ] We can just dance, if you want. 'Sides, I'm, like, eighty percent sure I'm a better partner than a mop.
[ He lets out a breath, hands moving to pull her against him. ]
See? There's one.
See? There's one.
I dunno. This mop has some pretty good moves.
[ But she sets the mop aside and tugs her headphones out of the ECHO she's wearing on her waistband and sets them on the table. The last few bars of whatever song happened to be playing while they were talking play out of the device's speakers and fade, leading into the next song.
Her cheeks color again, because it's easily one of the cheesiest things she's got on her playlist, but it's as good as anything. She offers him a hand. ]
Shall we?
[ But she sets the mop aside and tugs her headphones out of the ECHO she's wearing on her waistband and sets them on the table. The last few bars of whatever song happened to be playing while they were talking play out of the device's speakers and fade, leading into the next song.
Her cheeks color again, because it's easily one of the cheesiest things she's got on her playlist, but it's as good as anything. She offers him a hand. ]
Shall we?
[ He's so warm, and she revels in being close to him. God, she missed this. She missed it so much. She has to wonder how she didn't go crazy over the last month without getting to wake up next to him.
She slides one of her feet along the inside of his leg. Her face is still quite close to his ear when she purrs, ] Mm. I know.
She slides one of her feet along the inside of his leg. Her face is still quite close to his ear when she purrs, ] Mm. I know.
[ He listens to the song for a bit (and if he thinks it's cheesy, he definitely won't say anything -- he doesn't want to embarrass her into withdrawing), before taking her hand in his, placing the other on her hip. He moves them into a dance -- just a simple one, swaying in time with the music. ]
So, is this what you've been doing all those times you stayed behind to clean? Dance without me?
So, is this what you've been doing all those times you stayed behind to clean? Dance without me?
[ by this point she knows how this goes, and fall in-step with him like it's second nature. ]
Hey, I got actual cleaning done, too.
Hey, I got actual cleaning done, too.
[ Damn, that felt good, and the feel of her breath against his ear makes him shiver involuntarily. He tips his head down, tongue running up her neck, then murmurs against her skin. ]
You're gettin' awful dangerous, y'know?
You're gettin' awful dangerous, y'know?
Yeah, but you've totally been holdin' out on me.
[ He says it in a good-natured tone, though. He still thinks catching her singing and dancing was the cutest damn thing he'd ever seen. ]
[ He says it in a good-natured tone, though. He still thinks catching her singing and dancing was the cutest damn thing he'd ever seen. ]
What do you mean "dangerous"?
[ she says as she tilts her head to allow him better access to her neck. She gently drags her nails over his skin- because, yes, she knows that's another weakness of his. ]
[ she says as she tilts her head to allow him better access to her neck. She gently drags her nails over his skin- because, yes, she knows that's another weakness of his. ]
Sorry. I'll call you the next time I decide to have an impromptu dance party.
[ She falls quiet after that, just moving to the music. As much fun as she was having earlier, she'll always like dancing with him the best.
And is she--? Yes, she's humming along. ]
[ She falls quiet after that, just moving to the music. As much fun as she was having earlier, she'll always like dancing with him the best.
And is she--? Yes, she's humming along. ]
[ He hums his approval, lips against her neck. He answers in kind by lightly scraping his teeth along her skin. ]
Dangerous to me, I mean.
Dangerous to me, I mean.
[ He grins all the more when he hears her, and for once, he's silent. He really does like her voice, likes that she's comfortable enough around him to hum or sing or dance.
He was used to doing a lot of stuff by himself for so long, but it's nice as hell to have a partner. ]
He was used to doing a lot of stuff by himself for so long, but it's nice as hell to have a partner. ]
[ her voice has that low, wicked edge to it again when she speaks. It's really not taking much to turn her on again- though she wonders if she ever really turned off in the first place. ]
What's the matter? Is the amazing Star-Lord afraid of a little danger?
What's the matter? Is the amazing Star-Lord afraid of a little danger?
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