[ Immediately, ] I missed you like fucking crazy, and I'm pretty sure Groot took it on himself to implement Operation: Cheer This Dumbass Up, and I kept saying really funny shit only you weren't there to give me pity laughs and it made me sad every time, and have I mentioned how goddamn hot you look?
[ She just. Grabs him by the wrist and drags him off.
Opportunity is fucking huge, and it was designed to house more than robots and engineers. It was meant to be Handsome Jack's shining city (and monument to his ridiculous ego), but the Crimson Raiders had taken it over and were slowly converting it into Sanctuary 2.0. A few people were already living in the apartments, though not many.
It takes a while to find the apartment she has a key to- everything kind of looks alike and it's easy to get turned around. That and thinking about all of the things she would very much like to do to Peter are quite distracting.
When she swings the door open, she only takes a moment to notice the fact that it looks like a model home almost- never lived in, but fully furnished with everything in sterile whites and light greys. The moment passes and she's turning to shut the door, and pinning Peter against the nearest wall to kiss him soundly in one fluid motion. ]
[ For the second time today, he's starts to say something (this time something about the decor) when it turns into a quiet "Mmph" as Maya kisses him. He pulls back briefly to put on a look of mock outrage. ]
Is this gonna be a thing, now? I start talking and you just grab me and snog me?
[ Yep, he definitely saw that coming, and he sighs playfully. ] This is gonna backfire on you, you know. You've pretty much given me a reason to never stop talking, if this is how you shut me up.
[ At her touch he inhales slowly and thinks, A month is too fucking long. It's a shame he can't really return the favor in kind, given the way her outfit is put together, but his fingertips run along her hip, skimming along her exposed skin.
[ She really needs to do something about that combat suit of hers- it's such an inconvenience sometimes. Still, she feels his fingers skim along her hip, and she hums in appreciation.
She flexes her fingers, letting her nails scrape along his chest. ]
Did you miss me that much? [ Her voice has dropped a little lower, and she glances up at him through her eyelashes ] Laying in your bed all alone, did you think about me? Did you close your eyes and imagine me, straddling your hips, my fingernails digging into your skin, my tongue tracing the contours of your collar bone-?
[ The more she goes on, the more breathy her tone becomes, though there's no denying the wicked edge there either. She presses close, her hips against his ] Did you dream about fucking me? About how warm and wet I am, about how amazing it feels to be inside me?
[ She smirks, something blazing behind her eyes ] Do you want to be inside me, Peter?
[ Holy shit, this is new. This is new and totally fucking awesome. Well, relatively new -- they had done the phonesex thing, sure, when describing this shit was a necessity. This is different, because she's here, right here, where he can touch and see her, and holy shit, that look in her eyes is making his pulse pound in his ears. Peter's breathing becomes a little irregular as she speaks, and, admittedly, she was way better at this than he was (probably because of all that reading she does on the side). He licks his lip, and as she describes each act, he's totally imagining it -- and god damn does he want to do all of that.
Like, twenty times. Right the fuck now.
... Shit. A month is way too fucking long, and he can feel himself getting hard. ]
Yes. [ And his voice is definitely getting husky, distant, like he's already losing track of what he's saying. He inhales sharply at the feel of her hips against his. ] Fuck. Yes, uh-huh. All of that sounds awesome.
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Oh, man. This has been the longest goddamn month of my entire life.
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[ A beat. ]
Not that I was keepin' track, or anything.
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Not that I was keeping track either.
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I think you 'n' I have some serious catching up to do.
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[ she holds up a little key-card looking device, and grins ] Shall we tour my new apartment?
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[ A beat. ]
Fifty-nine.
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Opportunity is fucking huge, and it was designed to house more than robots and engineers. It was meant to be Handsome Jack's shining city (and monument to his ridiculous ego), but the Crimson Raiders had taken it over and were slowly converting it into Sanctuary 2.0. A few people were already living in the apartments, though not many.
It takes a while to find the apartment she has a key to- everything kind of looks alike and it's easy to get turned around. That and thinking about all of the things she would very much like to do to Peter are quite distracting.
When she swings the door open, she only takes a moment to notice the fact that it looks like a model home almost- never lived in, but fully furnished with everything in sterile whites and light greys. The moment passes and she's turning to shut the door, and pinning Peter against the nearest wall to kiss him soundly in one fluid motion. ]
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Is this gonna be a thing, now? I start talking and you just grab me and snog me?
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[ She steps closer, pressing right up against him ] But I guess since we've got the whole place to ourselves, there's no real need to be quiet.
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You talk a big game, beautiful, but I won't believe it till I see it.
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Mm. Good thing I intend to show you.
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In a sing-song voice, he says, ] I'm waitiiiing.
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She flexes her fingers, letting her nails scrape along his chest. ]
Did you miss me that much? [ Her voice has dropped a little lower, and she glances up at him through her eyelashes ] Laying in your bed all alone, did you think about me? Did you close your eyes and imagine me, straddling your hips, my fingernails digging into your skin, my tongue tracing the contours of your collar bone-?
[ The more she goes on, the more breathy her tone becomes, though there's no denying the wicked edge there either. She presses close, her hips against his ] Did you dream about fucking me? About how warm and wet I am, about how amazing it feels to be inside me?
[ She smirks, something blazing behind her eyes ] Do you want to be inside me, Peter?
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Like, twenty times. Right the fuck now.
... Shit. A month is way too fucking long, and he can feel himself getting hard. ]
Yes. [ And his voice is definitely getting husky, distant, like he's already losing track of what he's saying. He inhales sharply at the feel of her hips against his. ] Fuck. Yes, uh-huh. All of that sounds awesome.
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