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. ]
[ It's always so damn satisfying hearing her moan, and he feels like he deserves a victory lap whenever he happens to coax one from her.
For now, though, he satisfies himself by taking her nipple between his teeth and applying pressure all over again -- not too hard, but none too gently, either. After a few seconds he releases it, running his tongue, hard and flat, over the spot, then provides the same attention to the other side. ]
[ He moves again, shifting upwards to capture her lips with his own, and his kiss is gentle yet insistent; and though it lacks the desperation from earlier, the neediness after one whole god damn month lost, it's no less heated. His hand travels down her side, fingertips skimming along her skin until his hand comes to a rest on her hip. ]
[ Sometimes she really enjoys the slow burn of those gentle, lingering kisses, and she kisses him back in kind. (She's honestly not sure how he's showing so much restraint, because if she were in his place, she'd be going fucking crazy right now.)
Another in the list of Peter's fun weaknesses to exploit is she knows he likes it when she tangles her fingers in his hair just so, so as his hand trails over her skin, hers drifts up to slide through his hair. ]
The noise he makes toes the line between hum and moan, and god damn, he wanted to make this last, but maybe that's not in the cards anymore.
He pulls away only long enough to murmur, ] So not fair. [ And when he kisses her again, she may notice that his control is still there but strained. ]
[ The way she sees it, they have time. They have all the time in the world, because she's not leaving his side ever again.
She smiles a little against his lips, amused. She really does know all his fun weaknesses, and wile she finds his control admirable, she also wants him to want her so badly that he just can't control himself anymore.
So she slides a leg up over his hip and presses herself, warm and wet and wanting, against the tip of his cock. ]
[ His breath instantly hitches at the contact, and he lets out a swear on a shaky exhale.
... Alright. Maya wins.
Because the next moment, he's shifting, entering her slowly (and wow holy shit why was he waiting to do this again because it feels amazing jesus goddamn christ) and finding his rhythm. ]
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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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For now, though, he satisfies himself by taking her nipple between his teeth and applying pressure all over again -- not too hard, but none too gently, either. After a few seconds he releases it, running his tongue, hard and flat, over the spot, then provides the same attention to the other side. ]
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She arches into him again. ] Nngh. Trying to... get me off with you mouth again?
[ Now she definitely sounds distracted, almost losing track of her sentence partway through. ]
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What happened to all that "won't get back to the ship for a week" stuff?
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[ He moves again, shifting upwards to capture her lips with his own, and his kiss is gentle yet insistent; and though it lacks the desperation from earlier, the neediness after one whole god damn month lost, it's no less heated. His hand travels down her side, fingertips skimming along her skin until his hand comes to a rest on her hip. ]
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Another in the list of Peter's fun weaknesses to exploit is she knows he likes it when she tangles her fingers in his hair just so, so as his hand trails over her skin, hers drifts up to slide through his hair. ]
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The noise he makes toes the line between hum and moan, and god damn, he wanted to make this last, but maybe that's not in the cards anymore.
He pulls away only long enough to murmur, ] So not fair. [ And when he kisses her again, she may notice that his control is still there but strained. ]
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She smiles a little against his lips, amused. She really does know all his fun weaknesses, and wile she finds his control admirable, she also wants him to want her so badly that he just can't control himself anymore.
So she slides a leg up over his hip and presses herself, warm and wet and wanting, against the tip of his cock. ]
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... Alright. Maya wins.
Because the next moment, he's shifting, entering her slowly (and wow holy shit why was he waiting to do this again because it feels amazing jesus goddamn christ) and finding his rhythm. ]