[ Admittedly, it was the phonesex thing that gave her the idea, because she had wanted nothing more than to see his reactions. That, and turning Peter on to the point where he could barely think straight turned her on like nothing else.

She chuckles, the sound dark and wanting, and she gives one last press of her hips against his erection before stepping away. She grabs him by the lapels of his coat and starts guiding him across the room, towards the open bedroom door ]

I dreamt about you, too. [ She's walking backwards, giving the occasional glance over her shoulder to make sure she doesn't hit the doorframe or the wall. For the most part, her eyes stay on him. ]

I dreamt about your lips, trailing kisses all over my body- and your tongue, hot and wet against my skin. Mm, and your teeth, clamping down my me hard enough to leave marks. Hard enough to make me moan in pleasure.

[ They're in the bedroom now, and she slides his coat off of his shoulders. She's a little flushed, breathing a little harder. It's possible she's working herself up a little bit too, but she keeps going ] I dreamt you had your head between my legs, tasting me, fucking me with your tongue. Making me come with just-- your-- mouth-- [ she enunciates each word, leaning up to nibble and suck on his earlobe ] And kissing me with my taste on your lips.

[ And fuck she's never wanted anything so badly in her life. She grabs him by the front of the shirt, and backs herself into the edge of the bed, taking him with her. ]