[ 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 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. ]