Shenanigans!

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[ she tries very admirably not to laugh, but it comes out anyway. And she really laughs, loud and full of joy. Oh, how she missed him ]

Oh, man. This has been the longest goddamn month of my entire life.

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Month, eight days, ten hours, and twenty-seven minutes.

[ A beat. ]

Not that I was keepin' track, or anything.

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And fifty-four seconds.

Not that I was keeping track either.

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[ He grins at that. ]

I think you 'n' I have some serious catching up to do.

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Do we have anything on the docket for the next while? Lilith might have given me the keys to one of the apartments in Opportunity.

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Only thing I had planned was to pick you up. And-- [ He looks thoughtful. ] -- yep, pretty sure I'm done with that. I'm all yours.

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Oh good. I was thinking that, just this once, we should follow Rocket's advice and get a room.

[ she holds up a little key-card looking device, and grins ] Shall we tour my new apartment?

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Yeah, probably a good idea if we go now. You have about sixty seconds before I tackle you to the ground right here and now.

[ A beat. ]

Fifty-nine.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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?

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I could always stop...

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No, no, I just wanted to be clear on how this was gonna work from now on.

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[ She kisses him somewhere on the tail end of the word "on", and pulls away smirking. ] Yup.

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[ 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.

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Oh, don't worry. I won't always shut you up like this.

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[ That gets a raised brow, as if in challenge. ] Say it like that, and you'll make me think you have more than one method.

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Maybe I do.

[ 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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[ He's smirking now, his hands going to her hips. ] Now you have ways of making me talk? You, Maya, have quite the talent.

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I'm nothing if not versatile.

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[ He's pulling her in a little closer, forehead touching hers. ]

You talk a big game, beautiful, but I won't believe it till I see it.

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[ Her hands slip up under his shirt almost instantly, running her palms over his skin ]

Mm. Good thing I intend to show you.

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[ 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.

In a sing-song voice, he says, ] I'm waitiiiing.

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[ 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?

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[ 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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[ Admittedly, it was the phonesex thing that gave her the idea, because she had wanted nothing more than to see his reactions. That, and turning Peter on to the point where he could barely think straight turned her on like nothing else.

She chuckles, the sound dark and wanting, and she gives one last press of her hips against his erection before stepping away. She grabs him by the lapels of his coat and starts guiding him across the room, towards the open bedroom door ]

I dreamt about you, too. [ She's walking backwards, giving the occasional glance over her shoulder to make sure she doesn't hit the doorframe or the wall. For the most part, her eyes stay on him. ]

I dreamt about your lips, trailing kisses all over my body- and your tongue, hot and wet against my skin. Mm, and your teeth, clamping down my me hard enough to leave marks. Hard enough to make me moan in pleasure.

[ They're in the bedroom now, and she slides his coat off of his shoulders. She's a little flushed, breathing a little harder. It's possible she's working herself up a little bit too, but she keeps going ] I dreamt you had your head between my legs, tasting me, fucking me with your tongue. Making me come with just-- your-- mouth-- [ she enunciates each word, leaning up to nibble and suck on his earlobe ] And kissing me with my taste on your lips.

[ And fuck she's never wanted anything so badly in her life. She grabs him by the front of the shirt, and backs herself into the edge of the bed, taking him with her. ]