[ Once she's fully reclined, Peter moves to straddle her hips, but doesn't quite settle. Instead he moves to lean his weight on one hand, pressed against the bunk to one side of Maya's head; his other hand tangles into her hair at the nape of her neck.
He dips his head down, first pressing a kiss just beneath her left ear, then running his tongue along the left side of her neck -- a swirl and curve here, a dot there -- and he slowly makes his way to her collarbone. And if the pattern seems familiar to her, somehow, it's because he's tracing along her tattoos.
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He dips his head down, first pressing a kiss just beneath her left ear, then running his tongue along the left side of her neck -- a swirl and curve here, a dot there -- and he slowly makes his way to her collarbone. And if the pattern seems familiar to her, somehow, it's because he's tracing along her tattoos.
He's been wanting to do this for ages. ]