[ His hands roam down, gliding against her sides and resting against her hips and-- yeah, he's definitely getting impatient, because he's trying to pull her down while he pushes up against her.
His hands tighten their grip as she pinches his nipple, back arching, and heat is surging through him and he just really. wants. this. ]
Yes. [ Still breathless, a little needy, and if he were in a better state of mind he'd be somewhere between embarrassed and ashamed. ] Yep. All yours.
[ She resists, bracing herself against his efforts to pull her down and hovering just on the edge of contact with his hips. And, oh the tone of his voice is just delicious, but she wants more.
[ He's a little puzzled when she resists, his hips bucking up and his cock just barely brushing against her and does not sob, he absolutely doesn't -- he hums. Yeah, hums, that sounds better. Less pathetic.
But then he catches her gaze and, oh God, her voice sends more warmth surging through him, but at the same time he's suddenly nervous.
Because now he knows what she's doing. He knows what she's doing, and he's really fucking turned on.
He tries again, hips lifting and it's not enough and he bites his lower lip as his head falls back against the bed.
Nope. Not begging. Definitely not. Nuh-uh. Still-- still humming, though, and his nails dig into her hips a little deeper. ]
[ Later, she'll have to give him shit about trying to keep his dignity, but right now it's really fucking sexy to watch him squirm and try to grind against her and totally not whine when he can't.
She clamps her hands around his wrists, and wrenches his hands from her hips (she's going to have bruises there, she just knows she is. Fuck if she won't think of them as a trophy for making him cling to her for dear life). ]
I said-- [ She shifts her entire body weight, moving to pin his hands down on either side of his head, and braces one leg on his hip to keep him from arching against her. She stares down at him, hair framing her face in blue cascades, eyes dark and wild and wanting. ] Something you want?
[ She punctuates that last word by pressing him into the mattress a little, grip tightening around his wrists. She's sure he has her beat on pure physical strength, but she has the advantage of the high ground. She hopes she also has the advantage of him not being in possession of all of his faculties, either. ]
[ She definitely takes him by surprise, and his eyes widen -- and in any other situation (say, if he were being attacked, for instance), he'd be working to flip their positions. As it is, though, he's not in the right mindset for grabs or counterholds or whatever the hell, because Maya looks hot as hell right now, and yep, that dark, scary, predatory glint in her eye has him seriously excited.
... Apparently he likes being dominated. Good to know.
But he still struggles against her grip a little, and despite her holding his hips down, he still tries to raise them. The positioning is terrible for him, though, and his attention is way, way, way diverted right now. ]
Fuck, Maya. [ And the last syllable is drawn out a bit in something that is not a sob. Nope. Just a ragged sort of exhale. ]
Maya what? [ She's really not sure what kind of weird power trip she's on right now, and to be honest she doesn't quite care. She caught this wave, and she's going to ride it out until the end- anything to watch him struggle like that, desperate and wanting. It sends electricity shooting down her spine.
She feels him try to move his hips, and digs her knee in a little as if to say no, no, silly boy. She leans down, careful to still keep him pinned, and murmurs darkly in his ear, ]
I want to hear you beg.
[ May as well be blunt about it, or else he'll hold onto his pretense of dignity until she teases him to death. ]
[ Yes. Dominating Maya is an awesome Maya, Peter decides.
Scary, though. Seriously scary, but really fucking sexy, too.
The way her knee presses against his hip provides just some pressure, just a little, and he sighs in a mix of relief and desire -- it's not enough. His hands clench into tight fists and he tries to free his wrists again, desperate to touch her, desperate to get his hands on her hips to physically pull her down, but it's a shitty effort, because apparently all the blood in his body has moved elsewhere, and-- fuck it, he whines when he feels her breath, hot against his ear.
Shit, she's seriously gonna kill me one of these days. ]
Maya-- [ And he'll admit it-- that came out very sob-like. He tries to buck her off, tries to twist his hips on the off-chance he might imbalance her. Jesus, he must look like a fucking idiot right now, seeing as how Maya, as strong as she is, shouldn't be able to overpower him like this, but he can't quite seem to care. When his efforts yield no results, his head falls back on the bed again. ]
[ Every attempt he makes to break free, every time he tries to arch into her and she denies him just winds her up more. The little whining noise he makes, and fuck the way he says her name turns her blood molten.
He wants her so badly it hurts and she's drunk on the sensation. ]
Good boy. [ it comes out in a low, satisfied purr.
But now they've reached an awkward point, because while Peter may only be half-dressed, she's still wearing her combat suit. Not for the first time she questions the wisdom of essentially wearing a leotard under a pair of pants. Highly, highly inconvenient when she's got the sexiest man she's ever known writhing and wanting beneath her. ]
Don't. Move. [ she says it in his ear, trying to make it sound as commandimg and final as possible. She shifts back, letting her hips slide over his own (as inscentive? To tease him? She doesn't know) before adding, ] I'll be right back.
[ she gets off of him then, as much as she hates to, but it's the easiest way to get out of her damn outfit. She's not exactly slow about stripping, but neither does she hurry. She wants him to watch her, wants him to keep wanting her with every inch of pale skin and blue tattoo she exposes. ]
[ At her command, he has a lot of questions he's wants to ask, as rattled as his mind is. Mostly they're stupid, clarifying questions, like, Don't move? Like, at all? Not even a little? What are you doing? Where are you going? Can I at least take off my boots and pants yet because I'm seriously about to die? Can I sit up or what if I need to sneeze or--
But then she does-- that, and the only thing he manages to say is, ] Nngahddammit.
[ He props himself up on his elbows when she leaves (and surely she didn't mean don't move literally), and he sorely misses her presence. His breathing is ragged and his skin feels flushed and way too hot, and he doubts he's very sexy right now, all pure want and need and none of his usual swagger because Maya is driving him crazy right now, seriously insane. And then he's watching her, drinking in her every movement and wishing to heaven and hell that she'd hurry because he wants her so badly. And his fingers twitch against the sheets, wanting to feel how smooth her skin is, how soft, and he wants to trace her tattoos and feel the warmth between her legs and--
[ She finally lets the last of her underthings fall to the floor and glances at him, catching his gaze for a moment. It freezes her there briefly, caught in the sheer want rolling off of him in waves. Despite what he might think, she thinks he looks incredibly sexy right now, mussed up and flushed and watching her with that look on his face.
The feeling is mutual, because she's never wanted anyone or anything more than she wants him right now.
So she moves back to the bed, and even deigns to do him the favor of tugging off his boots before kneeling over him again and working his pants off. And then she's straddling him again, hovering just above him- she considers teasing him a little more, but the thought flickers and goes out without much ceremony. Teasing him has been amazing, but she wants- needs- to feel him. She lowers herself down, taking him inside her and fuck he feels so good. A low moan escapes her as she settles herself. ]
[ There's a brief second where he hisses as his cock is exposed to the air and Jesus he's seriously hot, feverish almost, all over and he's aching so badly. And then she's straddling him, and-- oh fuck.
He moans, relief mixing with pure animal want, and because finally, and thank fucking God, but Maya definitely doesn't need anymore ammunition against him, so he sticks to wordless sounds of approval. His hips shift, trying to enter her more deeply, needing to feel how hot and slick she is, and he just needs more, more more.
His hands find their way to her hips again, and after a quick glance, he starts to see the marks starting to form. He frowns a little, fingertips caressing gently against the bruises on either of her hips. ]
Sorry about that. [ It's whispered and hoarse, and still he sounds a little distant. ]
Mmm. It's okay. You'll just have to make it up to me later. [ her voice is still low and breathy, and she draws her nails over his skin again- though lightly this time. They can take stock of the damage and make apologies later.
Way later.
Slowly, gently, she shifts, getting the beginning of a rhythm going. Her hands find their way to his shoulders and she braces herself as she rides him- drawing him in and out again and again and fuck fuck he feels so fucking good she can barely stand it. ]
Oh Peter. [ her fingers press into his skin, and she practically sighs ] My Peter.
[ He smiles a little at her whisper-- but screw talking right now, because he's lost in the rhythm, in the sensation of how hot and wet and amazing she feels. And also he's completely forgotten that words are a thing, so that's an issue, as well.
He drags one of his hands up her back, nails scraping along her skin -- just enough pressure to leave little red trails, not enough to break the skin. With the same hand he cups her breast, massaging and gently teasing and brushing over her nipple with the pad of his thumb. He turns his head, kissing her wrist, licking and tasting her skin, the slight hint of salt from sweat.
And Jesus he loves this woman, keeps thinking about how fucking sexy she is, how gorgeous she looks right now and-- yeah. Yeah, he's totally hers. Completely and utterly. And he's surprisingly okay with that. ]
[ She doesn't realize how much she missed the feeling of his hands all over her until that hand is running over her back, nails digging into her skin. She breathes out a moan, arching into his touch.
She picks up the pace a little, head falling back and eyes falling closed.
Not that she's in a frame of mind for it now, but sometimes she has to marvel at the place she's at in her life- running around the galaxy, doing sometimes morally ambiguous things for cash after coming fresh off defeating the Warrior and Handsome Jack. And then there's Peter. He truly is the best thing to ever happen to her.
And not just because it's really fucking sexy when she gets to dominate the hell out of him. ]
[ Enjoy it while it lasts, Maya, because Peter is totally gonna put a stop to all this-- topping business.
(No, he won't. He thinks so, but he won't, because Maya is sexy as hell in general, but earlier, when she was all threatening and dark and confident and in control, oh, the things it did to him.)
Peter hums as they speed up, the sound falling somewhere between satisfied and needy -- because if he had his way, they'd be going so much faster. He's definitely nearing the brink, and his hands roam Maya's body, memorizing the feel of her skin. The hand at her breast slides down her stomach, and he eases his thumb down to her clit. The pad of his thumb draws lazy circles there, keeping in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. ]
She jerks a little, caught off-guard by the sudden surge of electricity shooting through her with every stroke of his thumb. Shit, that feels so good, and she speeds up almost immediately, coming down on him harder and faster, craving more, more, yes, yes, almost there--
It's not long before her tattoos are going bright, and she lets out a cry that might have been his name as she shudders, muscles clamping down tight around him. ]
[ He gets closer and closer to that edge as she speeds up, and for a few moments he loses the rhythm, lost in the sensation of Maya, and he thrusts against harder and harder.
Then suddenly she tightens around his cock, and it's fucking amazing, and he arches his back as he comes, liquid heat surging through his system. And-- fuck it, yeah, he's crying out a few choice expletives and Maya's name, because seriously, if anyone is still on board after those first few moans? Let them know that they're having a really god damn great time in here.
He falls back, boneless, against the bunk, breathing ragged, and eyes shut. ]
[ She's breathing hard herself, hands braced on his chest. It's a few moments before she gains her bearings enough to ease herself off of him, and even then she only has enough in her to flop next to him.
Well, half on him, half on the bunk, because the rest of the bed is still covered in books. How they didn't cause an avalanche or give themselves a deadly papercut, she'll never know.
After a moment, she finally says, ] Well. That sure happened.
[ He sucks in a breath through his teeth when the relatively cold air hits his cock -- but he gets over it, because he has an armful of Maya at the moment.
He nods distantly, still sort of dazed -- but, hey, afterglow is totally a thing, and at least that was fucking awesome. ]
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His hands tighten their grip as she pinches his nipple, back arching, and heat is surging through him and he just really. wants. this. ]
Yes. [ Still breathless, a little needy, and if he were in a better state of mind he'd be somewhere between embarrassed and ashamed. ] Yep. All yours.
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She laughs, the sound dark and predatory. ]
Something you want, Peter?
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But then he catches her gaze and, oh God, her voice sends more warmth surging through him, but at the same time he's suddenly nervous.
Because now he knows what she's doing. He knows what she's doing, and he's really fucking turned on.
He tries again, hips lifting and it's not enough and he bites his lower lip as his head falls back against the bed.
Nope. Not begging. Definitely not. Nuh-uh. Still-- still humming, though, and his nails dig into her hips a little deeper. ]
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She clamps her hands around his wrists, and wrenches his hands from her hips (she's going to have bruises there, she just knows she is. Fuck if she won't think of them as a trophy for making him cling to her for dear life). ]
I said-- [ She shifts her entire body weight, moving to pin his hands down on either side of his head, and braces one leg on his hip to keep him from arching against her. She stares down at him, hair framing her face in blue cascades, eyes dark and wild and wanting. ] Something you want?
[ She punctuates that last word by pressing him into the mattress a little, grip tightening around his wrists. She's sure he has her beat on pure physical strength, but she has the advantage of the high ground. She hopes she also has the advantage of him not being in possession of all of his faculties, either. ]
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... Apparently he likes being dominated. Good to know.
But he still struggles against her grip a little, and despite her holding his hips down, he still tries to raise them. The positioning is terrible for him, though, and his attention is way, way, way diverted right now. ]
Fuck, Maya. [ And the last syllable is drawn out a bit in something that is not a sob. Nope. Just a ragged sort of exhale. ]
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She feels him try to move his hips, and digs her knee in a little as if to say no, no, silly boy. She leans down, careful to still keep him pinned, and murmurs darkly in his ear, ]
I want to hear you beg.
[ May as well be blunt about it, or else he'll hold onto his pretense of dignity until she teases him to death. ]
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Scary, though. Seriously scary, but really fucking sexy, too.
The way her knee presses against his hip provides just some pressure, just a little, and he sighs in a mix of relief and desire -- it's not enough. His hands clench into tight fists and he tries to free his wrists again, desperate to touch her, desperate to get his hands on her hips to physically pull her down, but it's a shitty effort, because apparently all the blood in his body has moved elsewhere, and-- fuck it, he whines when he feels her breath, hot against his ear.
Shit, she's seriously gonna kill me one of these days. ]
Maya-- [ And he'll admit it-- that came out very sob-like. He tries to buck her off, tries to twist his hips on the off-chance he might imbalance her. Jesus, he must look like a fucking idiot right now, seeing as how Maya, as strong as she is, shouldn't be able to overpower him like this, but he can't quite seem to care. When his efforts yield no results, his head falls back on the bed again. ]
Maya, please--
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He wants her so badly it hurts and she's drunk on the sensation. ]
Good boy. [ it comes out in a low, satisfied purr.
But now they've reached an awkward point, because while Peter may only be half-dressed, she's still wearing her combat suit. Not for the first time she questions the wisdom of essentially wearing a leotard under a pair of pants. Highly, highly inconvenient when she's got the sexiest man she's ever known writhing and wanting beneath her. ]
Don't. Move. [ she says it in his ear, trying to make it sound as commandimg and final as possible. She shifts back, letting her hips slide over his own (as inscentive? To tease him? She doesn't know) before adding, ] I'll be right back.
[ she gets off of him then, as much as she hates to, but it's the easiest way to get out of her damn outfit. She's not exactly slow about stripping, but neither does she hurry. She wants him to watch her, wants him to keep wanting her with every inch of pale skin and blue tattoo she exposes. ]
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But then she does-- that, and the only thing he manages to say is, ] Nngahddammit.
[ He props himself up on his elbows when she leaves (and surely she didn't mean don't move literally), and he sorely misses her presence. His breathing is ragged and his skin feels flushed and way too hot, and he doubts he's very sexy right now, all pure want and need and none of his usual swagger because Maya is driving him crazy right now, seriously insane. And then he's watching her, drinking in her every movement and wishing to heaven and hell that she'd hurry because he wants her so badly. And his fingers twitch against the sheets, wanting to feel how smooth her skin is, how soft, and he wants to trace her tattoos and feel the warmth between her legs and--
Suffice it to say, her plan definitely works. ]
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The feeling is mutual, because she's never wanted anyone or anything more than she wants him right now.
So she moves back to the bed, and even deigns to do him the favor of tugging off his boots before kneeling over him again and working his pants off. And then she's straddling him again, hovering just above him- she considers teasing him a little more, but the thought flickers and goes out without much ceremony. Teasing him has been amazing, but she wants- needs- to feel him. She lowers herself down, taking him inside her and fuck he feels so good. A low moan escapes her as she settles herself. ]
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He moans, relief mixing with pure animal want, and because finally, and thank fucking God, but Maya definitely doesn't need anymore ammunition against him, so he sticks to wordless sounds of approval. His hips shift, trying to enter her more deeply, needing to feel how hot and slick she is, and he just needs more, more more.
His hands find their way to her hips again, and after a quick glance, he starts to see the marks starting to form. He frowns a little, fingertips caressing gently against the bruises on either of her hips. ]
Sorry about that. [ It's whispered and hoarse, and still he sounds a little distant. ]
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Way later.
Slowly, gently, she shifts, getting the beginning of a rhythm going. Her hands find their way to his shoulders and she braces herself as she rides him- drawing him in and out again and again and fuck fuck he feels so fucking good she can barely stand it. ]
Oh Peter. [ her fingers press into his skin, and she practically sighs ] My Peter.
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He drags one of his hands up her back, nails scraping along her skin -- just enough pressure to leave little red trails, not enough to break the skin. With the same hand he cups her breast, massaging and gently teasing and brushing over her nipple with the pad of his thumb. He turns his head, kissing her wrist, licking and tasting her skin, the slight hint of salt from sweat.
And Jesus he loves this woman, keeps thinking about how fucking sexy she is, how gorgeous she looks right now and-- yeah. Yeah, he's totally hers. Completely and utterly. And he's surprisingly okay with that. ]
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She picks up the pace a little, head falling back and eyes falling closed.
Not that she's in a frame of mind for it now, but sometimes she has to marvel at the place she's at in her life- running around the galaxy, doing sometimes morally ambiguous things for cash after coming fresh off defeating the Warrior and Handsome Jack. And then there's Peter. He truly is the best thing to ever happen to her.
And not just because it's really fucking sexy when she gets to dominate the hell out of him. ]
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(No, he won't. He thinks so, but he won't, because Maya is sexy as hell in general, but earlier, when she was all threatening and dark and confident and in control, oh, the things it did to him.)
Peter hums as they speed up, the sound falling somewhere between satisfied and needy -- because if he had his way, they'd be going so much faster. He's definitely nearing the brink, and his hands roam Maya's body, memorizing the feel of her skin. The hand at her breast slides down her stomach, and he eases his thumb down to her clit. The pad of his thumb draws lazy circles there, keeping in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. ]
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Oh fuck.
She jerks a little, caught off-guard by the sudden surge of electricity shooting through her with every stroke of his thumb. Shit, that feels so good, and she speeds up almost immediately, coming down on him harder and faster, craving more, more, yes, yes, almost there--
It's not long before her tattoos are going bright, and she lets out a cry that might have been his name as she shudders, muscles clamping down tight around him. ]
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Then suddenly she tightens around his cock, and it's fucking amazing, and he arches his back as he comes, liquid heat surging through his system. And-- fuck it, yeah, he's crying out a few choice expletives and Maya's name, because seriously, if anyone is still on board after those first few moans? Let them know that they're having a really god damn great time in here.
He falls back, boneless, against the bunk, breathing ragged, and eyes shut. ]
... Jesus Christ.
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Well, half on him, half on the bunk, because the rest of the bed is still covered in books. How they didn't cause an avalanche or give themselves a deadly papercut, she'll never know.
After a moment, she finally says, ] Well. That sure happened.
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He nods distantly, still sort of dazed -- but, hey, afterglow is totally a thing, and at least that was fucking awesome. ]
Sure did.
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[ Never mind the marks on her hips, or the scratches down her back. ]
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Meh. I've had worse.
[ He feels along her hips, though, a little concerned. ] What about you? You okay?
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Turnabout is fair play, after all.
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Matching battle scars, I guess?
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I also guess this is what happens when you buy me books.
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So I buy you books, and you hold me down against the bed and have your wicked way with me?
And you didn't inform me of this sooner, because...?
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