Shenanigans!

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[phaselocknroll]

[ She manages a soft "mm-hmm" against his skin, as she kisses her way up to his jawline, where she pauses for a second ]

Sorry. I just--- I've been wanting to do that all night.

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[ He laughs, quiet and breathy. ]

Hey, I'm not complaining, am I?

[ And this time it's his turn to lean in and claim a kiss. ]

[phaselocknroll]

I just wasn't sure if this was to fa-- [ and the rest is cut off when he kisses her, and she just decides "fuck it", and loops her arms around his neck ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ She was probably going to say "fast," there, huh? She was going to say "fast." And in Peter's mind, it sort of is going a little faster than he'd planned. Sure, kissing was totally in the cards, but maybe not quite like this.

It's just sort of difficult to slow down once he's gotten started. One of his issues.

He should probably make an effort, though.

He reaches up a hand to cup her cheek, then pulls away reluctantly. ]

We can dial it back, if you want.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She frowns a little, looking him over ]

Do you want to go on another date?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ he looks a little confused, then-- ]

I mean, yeah. If you want to, that is. I mean-- if you're not up to it, then--

[ he clears his throat, then just. Starts over. ]

Yes. I do

[phaselocknroll]

Me too.

So if the prospect of still being here in the morning doesn't totally freak you out, then we don't have to dial it back.

[nostalgiabomb]

Nah. I think I can manage it.

[phaselocknroll]

I'm glad.

[ And she settles into his lap, straddling his hips, and moves to kiss him again ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ he helps her settle in, hands on her hips. He kisses her in earnest now. Tongues are surely involved. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ And she kisses him back in earnest, fingers sliding into his hair. She really has been wanting to do this all night. Probably about... oh, since he showed up at her door. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ it's probably a little too early for Peter to admit how long he's wanted to do this. Because that would probably be gross and stalkerish.

Suffice to say, he's been looking forward to this.

He ducks down to press a kiss to her throat, then follows the line of her jaw to kiss just beneath her ear. His hand reaches up, fingers twining in her hair. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ Yeah, let's not delve into how long Peter's been pining after her.

She lets out a pleased little sound, breathy and quiet, and gives a slow shift of her hips. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ If the quiet noise he just made was any indication, he apparently liked that. Another bit of evidence: he pulls her in closer, moves down her neck, presses his lips against her shoulder and bites gently. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ She slips out of her jacket as he trails along her neck, letting it drop unceremoniously onto the floor. The feel of his teeth on her skin, however gently, makes her gasp a little. ]

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[ He pulls away long enough to shrug out of his own jacket, tossing it to one side impatiently, and then his hands are on her again, running down her newly bared arms, then moving to explore the curve of her waist.

His lips are on her collar bone, and his tongue runs a line along it, tracing it to the dip just above her sternum. He takes a hold of her hips, as he presses his own upwards against her. The contact coaxes a small noise from the back of his throat, and he's all too eager for more. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ The feel of his hands is electric, and the way his tongue slides across her skin, warm and wet, draws a little moan out of her.

Maybe this is moving faster than she thought it would, but damn if she hasn't been wanting him all evening. She hikes up her dress, wanting to feel the press of his hips as she slowly grinds against him. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ he groans as she moves against him, burying his face in the crook of her neck and pulling her closer, pressing their bodies together. If they keep up like this, he's going to fucking lose it, he just knows it.

he steadies himself, breathing in deeply, and he pulls away. His eyes are dark, face flushed, but he's frowning, worried. ]

You sure about this?

[phaselocknroll]

[ the fact that he even bothers to pull himself together enough to ask is... surprisingly sweet. She smiles at him, leaning in to give him a quick kiss ]

Positive.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ At some point they make it to bed, leaving a trail of clothing from the living room to Maya's bedroom (and are there seriously more bookshelves in here? Wow.)

When they're finished, covered in a sheen of sweat, exhausted and really fucking satisfied, they worm their ways under the covers.

This isn't exactly how Peter thought their first date would go, and in fact he had planned to not end up in her bed (because he didn't want to send the wrong message? seems sort of moot, now); but here they are, limbs tangled together, basking in that hazy sort of afterglow. He has Maya's head resting against his chest, and he's combating sleepiness by idly tracing the tattoos on her shoulder with his fingertip. ]

-- We never did get that shooter match going.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She laughs a little, the sound quiet and content. ]

I guess we can take a rain-check.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ he likes her laugh, and he smiles a little. ]

Yeah? Maybe I can keep distracting you to put it off. You'd probably kick my ass, anyway.

[phaselocknroll]

I would.

[ and she curls closer, pressing a kiss to his bare chest ] But I'd make it up to you.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ his smile widens, pulling her in closer. ]

Yeah? Can I ask how or does that ruin the surprise?

[phaselocknroll]

Oh, it definitely ruins the surprise.