[ dryly: ] Ah, yes, I could see how you would think that.
[ She takes his hand for support and steps into the tub, unable to help the little sigh of relief as the warm water soothes her aching muscles ] Oh, this is heavenly.
[ He steps in, finally, and-- yeah, okay, it does feel nice. Hot water at long last.
(His own scrubbing session from the night before was quick and clinical -- a basin and a few washcloths. Scrub off the blood and dirt, leave as little of it behind as possible.)
So-- this is nice, but. He's sort of at a loss as to what to do now. ]
[ She can feel his eagerness, and it's taking a great force of will not to reciprocate and send them both spiraling into a frenzy like the last time. Instead, he zeroes in on his nervousness, tilting her head at him.
The motion is distinctly less bird-like, and definitely more human. ]
[ he nods once before he closes the short distance between them, lips pressing against her throat. Still gentle and tentative, if only because he's slightly self-conscious now. His hands move from her hips, on raising to cup her cheek (sorry to get your hair wet, Maya) , the other resting at her waist. ]
[ She tilts her head back to give him better access, eyes falling closed. Really, she's not too worried about her hair getting wet, and instead revels in the feel of his skin on hers.
She's keeping herself in check, though, even as she gives a murmur of approval and drags her hands over his chest. She wants them both to enjoy this, not go totally crazy like the last time. (Not as though that wasn't enjoyable, but sometimes it's better to take things slow.) ]
[ after yesterday's chaos, taking it slow is probably the best bet -- it's certainly Peter's plan, at any rate; he seems dead set on acquainting himself with the curve of her waist, the slant of her shoulder, the feel of her skin.
(Although a part of him definitely wants to just take her, because he aches, but he can wait. He can be patient, when he needs to be.)
His fingers brush against the newly formed skin on her back, and he pauses, glancing up at her. ]
[ it's good that one of them has self-control! Because while Peter is better about keeping himself in check, he forgets how much of him bleeds through in their connection, forgets to keep that in control. And he really. really. wants her.
He's careful to move his hands from the still healing patch of skin (if only because the reminder is an unpleasant one, but also because he would hate to hurt her), settling at the small of her back. He moves forward again, runs his tongue hesitantly along her collarbone and presses a kiss to the dip of her throat. Every touch is gentle and a little hesitant, like he's unsure of himself or of her or of just-- this in general. His experiences before this were more about need than romance. He just doesn't want to screw something up. ]
[ She's going to have to teach him how to filter a little better, because that's really distracting. Her hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in just slightly. ]
Mm. What you want and what you're doing don't seem to be matching up.
[ He doesn't wait for a reply, instead moving his hand to thread into her hair. He moves forward to kiss her, insistent and passionate, his other arm wrapping around her to bring her closer. ]
[ -- That. Okay, that's a good sound. And he smiles a little, pulling back only long enough to press his lips against her neck, running his tongue along one of the lines of her tattoo, followed by gentle scraping of his teeth. ]
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[ He's holding out a hand to help her in. ]
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[ She takes his hand for support and steps into the tub, unable to help the little sigh of relief as the warm water soothes her aching muscles ] Oh, this is heavenly.
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Should I give you and the hot water some privacy?
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[ and she just sort of pouts, sinking down into the water until it covers half her face and she blows pouty little bubbles at him ]
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Because he laughs. ]
I mean, I can come back later, if you want. I don't mind.
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Just get in here already.
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(His own scrubbing session from the night before was quick and clinical -- a basin and a few washcloths. Scrub off the blood and dirt, leave as little of it behind as possible.)
So-- this is nice, but. He's sort of at a loss as to what to do now. ]
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Nice of you to join me.
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UH.
HI.
His hands settle on her hips, and he swallows, a weird mix of nervous and eager. ]
Figured you might get a little too lonely in here.
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The motion is distinctly less bird-like, and definitely more human. ]
Why are you nervous?
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Just-- new territory, is all.
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We can take it slowly, if you'd prefer.
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If that means you basically torture me like this, then no thanks.
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Very well, then. You set the pace.
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She's keeping herself in check, though, even as she gives a murmur of approval and drags her hands over his chest. She wants them both to enjoy this, not go totally crazy like the last time. (Not as though that wasn't enjoyable, but sometimes it's better to take things slow.) ]
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(Although a part of him definitely wants to just take her, because he aches, but he can wait. He can be patient, when he needs to be.)
His fingers brush against the newly formed skin on her back, and he pauses, glancing up at her. ]
Sure this is okay?
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It's fine. It doesn't hurt.
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He's careful to move his hands from the still healing patch of skin (if only because the reminder is an unpleasant one, but also because he would hate to hurt her), settling at the small of her back. He moves forward again, runs his tongue hesitantly along her collarbone and presses a kiss to the dip of her throat. Every touch is gentle and a little hesitant, like he's unsure of himself or of her or of just-- this in general. His experiences before this were more about need than romance. He just doesn't want to screw something up. ]
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Mm. What you want and what you're doing don't seem to be matching up.
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[ ... Oh. Right. He smiles a little sheepishly. ]
I'm guessing that's a hint, huh?
[ He doesn't wait for a reply, instead moving his hand to thread into her hair. He moves forward to kiss her, insistent and passionate, his other arm wrapping around her to bring her closer. ]
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Yes, yes. This is much better. ]
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