[ Sometimes Peter has to marvel at how damn good Maya is with her tongue. It was a shocking revelation at first (that is, he distinctly remembers thinking, Where did she learn to do that?), but definitely a welcome one. The fact that she's good with her hands, though, has never been a surprise, which isn't to say he doesn't appreciate it. It drives him wild, in fact, when she tangles her hand in his hair just so, and currently he's humming his satisfaction.
The waves push them to the shore, and he's thankful to get his feet underneath him. One less thing to focus on, after all, and more attention diverted to Maya and the way her touch sends sparks along his skin and a warm tingling down his spine. And he thinks about how much he missed her in the long weeks between her capture and regaining her memory; how he missed kissing her and holding her in his arms and flirting with her behind cover; how he missed the way she could cut him down with a quick joke, her saintly patience for putting up with his endless teasing, her quick wit and the way she would blush if he pushed too far.
He doesn't say it much, even after his first admission, but he really loves her. The feeling is still too big and too dangerous for him to say aloud too often, but it's there, and it's real, and though he'd never say so, it scares the hell out of him.
He pulls away after a moment, and he smirks -- clearly a precursor to him being a smartass. ]
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The waves push them to the shore, and he's thankful to get his feet underneath him. One less thing to focus on, after all, and more attention diverted to Maya and the way her touch sends sparks along his skin and a warm tingling down his spine. And he thinks about how much he missed her in the long weeks between her capture and regaining her memory; how he missed kissing her and holding her in his arms and flirting with her behind cover; how he missed the way she could cut him down with a quick joke, her saintly patience for putting up with his endless teasing, her quick wit and the way she would blush if he pushed too far.
He doesn't say it much, even after his first admission, but he really loves her. The feeling is still too big and too dangerous for him to say aloud too often, but it's there, and it's real, and though he'd never say so, it scares the hell out of him.
He pulls away after a moment, and he smirks -- clearly a precursor to him being a smartass. ]
So. Beach stuff. Pretty good, right?