phaselocknroll | Shenanigans!

[ And with that, he slowly pulls her clothing off, taking his time as he reveals every inch of her bare skin.

There isn't much ceremony to the way he discards her clothing -- he just adds it to the growing pile along with his jacket. One of his hands traces the tattoos on her side, grazing along the swirls and twists of the blue lines trailing her leg. For a moment he drinks in the sight of her, appreciating how she looks flushed and wanting and beautiful.

With a lick of his lips, he moves to kiss the inside of her thigh, trailing upwards and moving closer and closer to her pussy. He takes his time, teeth scraping against the skin of one leg before turning his attentions to the other.

Yep, definitely taking his sweet time, moving close to her folds then backing away to lick and suck and kiss her hips, her thighs, anywhere he can comfortably reach. With the images she conjured running through his head, he wants to make sure this is good, that this lasts. ]

[ She both loves and hates that he's taking the time to tease her, to work her up. (Not that she needs the help, really. She's already so very wet and she wants him so badly- she wants to feel his tongue slide over her folds, and flick at her clit and god dammit the anticipation is driving her crazy.)

Try as she might to control herself, she squirms. ] Peter...

[ It's caught between a moan and a whine. Fuck, she's really going to lose it soon. ]

[ He smirks at the sound of her voice, running his tongue up her thigh, up her hip, until he's looking directly at her. ]

Peter what? [ It's low and throaty, and fuck he's going a little crazy himself at the sight of her, at the sound of her voice, but he wants to take care of her, show her just how long a month it's been for him.

Besides. Maya totally started it. Totally. ]

[ she glances down at him, thinking you little shit despite the things the tone of his voice was doing to her.

Then their gazes lock and she suddenly decides, fuck it. It would be a stupid waste of time to try to one-up each other. Especially when she practically has I want you to go down on me right the fuck now written across her forehead in neon letters.

So instead she grinds out a desperate, pleading, ] Please...

[ He grins, and the way her eyes blaze with desire sends heat pulling in his gut. ] All you had to say.

[ He moves back down, hands on her thighs to spread her further apart. For a moment he continues to tease along her legs, kissing and licking and biting, moving closer and closer to her pussy -- but rather than move away and continue on, as he did before, this time he runs his tongue along her folds from the bottom to the top, then slowly moves the tip of his tongue against her clit, drawing lazy circles there. It's after a few seconds of this that he shifts again, his tongue entering her, and he really sets to work.

Maybe he's not too great with words, maybe he doesn't have the expansive vocabulary that Maya does, but he's been able to talk his way out of or into more than one situation or other. What he lacks in eloquence he more than makes up for with his clever tongue -- and there's more than one use for that, as well. ]

[ There are a lot of things to be said about Peter's smart mouth. Sometimes it gets him into trouble, or he spouts too many references for his own good (she's gotten good at keeping up, though. And he laughs at all the reading she does) and then sometimes he--

Oh.

Oh. ]

Oohhhhh God...

[ She moans, breathless, arching her back and clenching her hands into the crisp white comforter. She wasn't lying when she said she'd dreamt of this- but holy shit did it feel so much better than she could ever imagine. Every swipe of his tongue, every little movement and slow little circle turns her muscles to jelly and it's all she can do to stay upright. Her grip on the bedding tightens as she fights the urge to rock her hips, to grind against his questing tongue.

Her legs are quivering, pleasure pounding through her body in time with her rapidly beating heart.

Fuck, he's really good at this. ]

[ Don't let him know that, Maya. It'll go straight to his head.

As it is, he can't help but be pleased by the way she's reacting. He's been wanting to do this for weeks, wanting to taste her, warm and wet and seriously delicious.

He pulls away for just a second to lick his fingers, then slowly slides them into her pussy, hooking upward to find the rough patch of skin there. He shifts a little, his tongue flattening to press against her clit once, hard, then falling into a rhythm. Up and down, slowly at first, then picking up speed and matching the rhythm with his fingers. ]

[ She does buck her hips once he slides his fingers into her entrance, completely involuntarily. (Honestly, she's not sure if she has the faculties to do anything that wasn't out of instinct or pure want right now.) And she swears once, abruptly, when he begins to start up a rhythm. Her arms nearly give out on her and she falls back to brace herself on her elbows, hands still clenched in the comforter. Her head as fallen back, hair spilling over her shoulders in blue cascades.

Fuck, she thinks. Fuck fuck fuck.

She doesn't want this to stop, the sheer heat rolling through her with his every motion, but she knows she won't last much longer. She's been aching for him for a month- which is a month too fucking long- and now she's about to boil over.

When she comes, it's probably the most intense fucking thing she's ever felt and for a moment, she forgets entirely how to function. She clenches hard, suddenly, around his fingers, her tattoos flare bright cyan, and she manages not to scream, but just barely. What comes out of her mouth is something like a high-pitched moan, that tapers off into a shuddering sigh. ]

Fuck... [ definitely breathless now. She gasps, attempting to get her bearings again. She's gonna need a moment after that one. ]

[ He really fucking loves the light show whenever Maya comes. To Peter, it's like a little fireworks display of victory, and he grins every time.

Sometimes, though, he does sort of worry about her losing control and phaselocking him on accident, but hey, shit happens, and it'd make for an awesome story, anyway. "Remember that time you came so hard you literally put me into an extradimensional bubble? Fun, right?"

He pulls his fingers out slowly and gives her entrance one final lick from bottom to top, savoring the taste of her; he moves up onto the bed, then, licking his lips before kissing her gently.

When he pulls back, he has a sort of cocky grin on. ]

Need a sec?

[ She kisses him back slowly, almost lazily, and runs her tongue over his lips. Oh, she loves it when he tastes like her.

And you know what? She's going to let him be cocky. He earned it. ]

Yeah. Yeah I do.

[ He's just going to keep internally gloating, but after a second he shifts again, pressing a kiss to her neck. ]

That was the longest fucking month ever.

It was. [ She laughs, the sound low and rolling, and she eases herself up onto the bed to lean back against the pillows ] Let's not do that again.

Yeah. [ He follows her up, lying beside her on his side, propping his head up with his hand. ] Next time you hear about some Siren shit and have to take off in a hurry, I'm chasin' after you.

Good. [ she leans over to kiss him again, slowly, though not without a little heat. She still wants him, wants to keep making up for the month they missed, but this whole experience has taught her just how much she needs him, too. ]

I don't ever want to be without you.

[ probably as close as she'll ever get to saying "let's spend the rest of our lives together" ]

[ She gets a soft smile for that, small and genuine -- and for once, he gets it, because he feels the same way. He wraps his free arm around her waist. ]

If it’s any consolation, I’m pretty sure you’re gonna have a whole lot of trouble gettin’ rid of me.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

[ she smirks, one eyebrow arching ] Pretty sure you're wearing way too many clothes to be on this bed, though.

[ He feigns a look of concerned surprise. ] Really, Maya? You get new digs, and all of a sudden you’re implementing a dress code? You’re lettin’ how fancy this place is go to your pretty little head.

I am implementing a dress code. Now get naked before I kick you out.

[ He heaves a maaaassive sigh before sloooowly rolling out of bed. ] Slave-driver. Seriously letting this place go to your head.

[ Aaand he's moving at a glacial pace, just out of spite. ]

[ She watches him a moment, canting her head to one side. ]

Are you doing that on purpose? Because I could always start talking again.

[ He casts her a smirk. ]

You say that like it's a bad thing.

I take it you enjoyed that, then.

[ With utter seriousness, ] Your voice does such things to me.

[ she smirks, looking rather like the cat that caught the canary ] Careful, Peter. If you keep giving me ammunition, I'm going to keep using it.

[ His clothes are off, joining the pile on the floor, and he's back on the bed. He pauses, first, to press a kiss to her stomach, then another between here breasts, and a last one on her lips. ]

You already know all my weaknesses, anyway.

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