[ 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. ]
Well, I mean, they aren't. Of course they're not. But it's like, I have a reputation for being a badass who saved a planet and a galaxy, once, and badasses don't-- well, I mean, you do, because you're awesome, and--
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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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Well, read that book I gave you and maybe you'll be similarly rewarded.
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I'll try. Can I at least get something for trying?
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[ she says it rather playfully, and leans over to plant a few kisses along his neck ]
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You're gonna turn me into a nerd. I've got an image to maintain, you know.
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Oh, so that makes, like, you, that librarian on Xandar -- the lumpy one, not the hot one, -- and, like, my second grade teacher.
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Well, I mean, they aren't. Of course they're not. But it's like, I have a reputation for being a badass who saved a planet and a galaxy, once, and badasses don't-- well, I mean, you do, because you're awesome, and--
[ He swallows. ]
I'm gonna just. Stop.
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