[ 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. ]
[ He's so warm, and she revels in being close to him. God, she missed this. She missed it so much. She has to wonder how she didn't go crazy over the last month without getting to wake up next to him.
She slides one of her feet along the inside of his leg. Her face is still quite close to his ear when she purrs, ] Mm. I know.
[ Damn, that felt good, and the feel of her breath against his ear makes him shiver involuntarily. He tips his head down, tongue running up her neck, then murmurs against her skin. ]
[ she says as she tilts her head to allow him better access to her neck. She gently drags her nails over his skin- because, yes, she knows that's another weakness of his. ]
[ her voice has that low, wicked edge to it again when she speaks. It's really not taking much to turn her on again- though she wonders if she ever really turned off in the first place. ]
What's the matter? Is the amazing Star-Lord afraid of a little danger?
[ He hisses again, and, you know what? Screw words. Words are totally overrated.
That swirling motion he's making with his tongue, though, laving her neck and moving down to her collar bone -- that's probably a lot better than speaking, in his opinion. ]
[ At the moment? It sure as hell is. She'll never get over the things he can do to her with just his mouth, and she lets out a half-sigh, half-moan as his tongue travels down her neck. ]
Keep this up and we won't be getting back to the ship for the next week.
[ That gets him to sigh, because she's right, and they totally would. Or, at the very least, they'd take off, orbit once to prove a point, then lecture Peter about the importance of responsibility and blah, blah, blah.
Boring, annoying stuff, but he tries not to let it kill his mood. ]
Should I stop, then? [ He says it teasingly, though. ]
You were the one who warned me about the theft of my ship.
[ He still hasn't moved from where his lips are pressed against her neck, though; in fact, he moves further, finding the dip between her collar bones and swirling his tongue there. ]
[ He groans and chokes it off with a swear -- no hint of holding it back, because he thought they'd keep bantering and being cute, so he wasn't expecting that.
Clearly she's ready for round two, and he smirks against her skin.
He's moving again, drawing his teeth against the swell of her breast before catching the bud of her nipple between his lips and applying pressure -- not too hard to cause pain, but enough to act as a warning.
Because, c'mon. Give a guy some time to prepare, huh? Like this. Noooot hard! ]
[ She still maintains that warnings ruin the fun, but it also could be that, after a month, she's gotten a little... impatient.
She moans softly, as much out of enjoyment of what he's doing now as anticipation about what he's going to do next. His oral fixation is probably one of her favorite things ever. ]
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You already know all my weaknesses, anyway.
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All your weaknesses?
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See? There's one.
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She slides one of her feet along the inside of his leg. Her face is still quite close to his ear when she purrs, ] Mm. I know.
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You're gettin' awful dangerous, y'know?
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[ she says as she tilts her head to allow him better access to her neck. She gently drags her nails over his skin- because, yes, she knows that's another weakness of his. ]
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Dangerous to me, I mean.
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What's the matter? Is the amazing Star-Lord afraid of a little danger?
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Not at all. You know I pretty much live for it.
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[ she punctuates that last word by digging her nails into his skin- hard. ]
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Bit of warning next time. [ He doesn't sound annoyed, though -- quite the contrary, his voice is pitched low, filled with desire. ]
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But the tone of his voice sends warmth rolling through her again, and she drags her nails down his back ]
Warnings ruin the fun.
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That swirling motion he's making with his tongue, though, laving her neck and moving down to her collar bone -- that's probably a lot better than speaking, in his opinion. ]
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Keep this up and we won't be getting back to the ship for the next week.
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Yeah, and that'd be such a tragedy.
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Boring, annoying stuff, but he tries not to let it kill his mood. ]
Should I stop, then? [ He says it teasingly, though. ]
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[ He still hasn't moved from where his lips are pressed against her neck, though; in fact, he moves further, finding the dip between her collar bones and swirling his tongue there. ]
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[ Time for a change of subject. She arches into him, skin on skin, and presses her hips against his. ]
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Clearly she's ready for round two, and he smirks against her skin.
He's moving again, drawing his teeth against the swell of her breast before catching the bud of her nipple between his lips and applying pressure -- not too hard to cause pain, but enough to act as a warning.
Because, c'mon. Give a guy some time to prepare, huh? Like this. Noooot hard! ]
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She moans softly, as much out of enjoyment of what he's doing now as anticipation about what he's going to do next. His oral fixation is probably one of her favorite things ever. ]
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