[ Peter has always really, really liked hands in his hair, and the fact that Maya picked up on that so quickly early on is just one of the many reasons he likes her so damn much. The thought Damn good with her hands bounces around in his head vaguely, making him smirk a little.
The hand at her thigh shifts, his fingertips ghosting along her bare skin; with his opposite hand, he threads his fingers into her hair. He's content to move slowly for now, since he's pretty sure they'll have the ship to themselves for a long while.
(And if someone comes back, well, fuck it. They'll figure out what's going on and hopefully leave before Peter has to kick them out.) ]
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The hand at her thigh shifts, his fingertips ghosting along her bare skin; with his opposite hand, he threads his fingers into her hair. He's content to move slowly for now, since he's pretty sure they'll have the ship to themselves for a long while.
(And if someone comes back, well, fuck it. They'll figure out what's going on and hopefully leave before Peter has to kick them out.) ]