[ At some point they make it to bed, leaving a trail of clothing from the living room to Maya's bedroom (and are there seriously more bookshelves in here? Wow.)
When they're finished, covered in a sheen of sweat, exhausted and really fucking satisfied, they worm their ways under the covers.
This isn't exactly how Peter thought their first date would go, and in fact he had planned to not end up in her bed (because he didn't want to send the wrong message? seems sort of moot, now); but here they are, limbs tangled together, basking in that hazy sort of afterglow. He has Maya's head resting against his chest, and he's combating sleepiness by idly tracing the tattoos on her shoulder with his fingertip. ]
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When they're finished, covered in a sheen of sweat, exhausted and really fucking satisfied, they worm their ways under the covers.
This isn't exactly how Peter thought their first date would go, and in fact he had planned to not end up in her bed (because he didn't want to send the wrong message? seems sort of moot, now); but here they are, limbs tangled together, basking in that hazy sort of afterglow. He has Maya's head resting against his chest, and he's combating sleepiness by idly tracing the tattoos on her shoulder with his fingertip. ]
-- We never did get that shooter match going.