[ Honestly, if he had managed something eloquent and meaningful in that moment, she would have to ask who he was and what he'd done with Peter. But as it is, that was all Peter, and she feels her face go warm at the compliment (never mind that she's already a little flushed thanks to the ministrations of his tongue).
And oh, that sends whole new sensations shooting down her spine. Her eyes fall closed again, and she hums appreciatively. He's free to keep following the contours of her tattoos, as they loop delicately around one nipple and follow the curve of the underside of her breast, but she thinks he could do just about anything with that tongue of his and she'd be happy. ]
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And oh, that sends whole new sensations shooting down her spine. Her eyes fall closed again, and she hums appreciatively. He's free to keep following the contours of her tattoos, as they loop delicately around one nipple and follow the curve of the underside of her breast, but she thinks he could do just about anything with that tongue of his and she'd be happy. ]