Shenanigans!

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[ Sometimes Peter has to marvel at how damn good Maya is with her tongue. It was a shocking revelation at first (that is, he distinctly remembers thinking, Where did she learn to do that?), but definitely a welcome one. The fact that she's good with her hands, though, has never been a surprise, which isn't to say he doesn't appreciate it. It drives him wild, in fact, when she tangles her hand in his hair just so, and currently he's humming his satisfaction.

The waves push them to the shore, and he's thankful to get his feet underneath him. One less thing to focus on, after all, and more attention diverted to Maya and the way her touch sends sparks along his skin and a warm tingling down his spine. And he thinks about how much he missed her in the long weeks between her capture and regaining her memory; how he missed kissing her and holding her in his arms and flirting with her behind cover; how he missed the way she could cut him down with a quick joke, her saintly patience for putting up with his endless teasing, her quick wit and the way she would blush if he pushed too far.

He doesn't say it much, even after his first admission, but he really loves her. The feeling is still too big and too dangerous for him to say aloud too often, but it's there, and it's real, and though he'd never say so, it scares the hell out of him.

He pulls away after a moment, and he smirks -- clearly a precursor to him being a smartass. ]

So. Beach stuff. Pretty good, right?

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[ She doesn't even miss a beat, and smirks right back. ] It's all right.

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[ Ah, yes. There's that cutting him down thing he had missed so much. Naturally, he pouts. ]

You always know just the right thing to say.

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Aw, did I bruise your poor, poor ego?

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You know how delicate my confidence is.

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Poor baby. Do I need to kiss it better for you?

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Wellllll, it certainly couldn't hurt...

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[ Heavy siiiiiiiigh ] All right, but only because I like you so much.

[ That wicked little smirk is back, but only for half a second, then she's leaning in and trailing soft, lingering little kisses along his collarbone. He can consider this payback for all the times he's teased her into turning bright red, because she keeps going, pausing to give an experimental little bite on the place where his neck meets his shoulder. ]

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[ Oh.

Oh damn.

He'd been expecting another kiss, certainly, but, yes, this is good too, and his eyes flutter shut. He lets out a sound that lies on the spectrum between sigh and moan as she kisses him and then-- yep, that's a full on hiss of appreciation when she bites, evident by the way his arms wrap tighter around her and his head dips forward to rest on her shoulder. ]

Yeah, okay. [ His voice is breathless. ] Definitely doing good in making it up to me.

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[ She lets out a soft hum of approval against his skin- seeing him like this always does things to her- and murmurs, ] Good to know.

[ She gives that spot another little nibble before running her tongue over it in slow little circles. She wonders, idly, how much she can get away with until he snaps, and begins working her way up his neck with kisses and playful bites. Finally, she catches his earlobe briefly in her teeth, a low, sultry laugh escaping her. ]

Do you like my bathing suit? [ Her voice is breathy, quiet, and right in his ear. ] I keep wondering if it looks better on me or on your floor.

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[ His breathing is slow and unsteady as she works her way up his neck, and fuck, that laugh nearly undoes him, and he grasps her tighter, fingers digging into soft skin. There's an odd moment where he's not entirely sure if what she said is what he actually heard, or if it was just a result of very wishful thinking. His brain catches up with a startling click, like a stretched rubberband snapping back into shape. ]

Don't get me wrong. [ Still he sounds too breathless for his own liking. His voice is shaking, and he's cursing himself for showing his hand way too early; he used to be so much better at controlling himself. ] You look damn good in that suit, but I'm pretty sure I'd like you even better without it.

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[ Maya wouldn't call herself a control freak, per se, though her phaselock ability would definitely suggest a desire for a degree of control over the battlefield. This is entirely different, but the way she has Peter clinging to her for dear life, breath ragged and so very turned on is intoxicating.

She practically purrs. ] You think so? Maybe we should put that theory to the test.

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Don't start something you won't finish, huh? [ And it comes out hoarse, practically a growl, and later on (much later on, when he's not distracted by the press of her body against his and the way that thing she's doing with her voice is making his pulse pound in his ears) he'll find it hilarious how she has him twisted around her finger, with all his talk of experience and hundreds of conquests. For right now, though, he's more than happy follow her lead.

Still, he can't resist fighting fire with fire, and he has a hand at her waist, fingertips ghosting along the waistband of her bikini. And resting his forehead on Maya's shoulder puts him in a favorable position to run his tongue along her collarbone, to taste the salt on her skin.

As it turns out, it's quickly becoming one of his favorite flavors. ]

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[ They had a conversation, once upon a time, where she admitted she doesn't really do the whole sexy thing, but- and she doesn't quite know what it is- he makes her feel sexy, where she expected to feel awkward. It's new and wonderful and oddly empowering. It's why she tilts her head back slightly and let's out a low, satisfied hum. It's why she shifts her hips just so, to encourage his wandering fingers, and perhaps to press against his hips a little too. ]

Oh, [ she drawls ] I have every intention of finishing this.

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[ He bites back a moan when her hips press against his -- and as it is, it still comes out as a strained sound at the back of his throat, needy and pleased and pleading.

For a second he stands there, panting against her skin, and when he pulls back his eyes are dark, his skin is flushed, but oh, that smirk on his face is wicked. ]

I vote we go back to the ship, posthaste.

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[ That noise sends another wave of warmth crashing through her, but that look on his face outright sets her ablaze. She licks her lips, matching his smirk with one of her own, wickedness for wickedness. ]

It's unanimous, then, because I was thinking the same thing.

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Oh, good. I didn't want to deal with an argument right now, anyway.

[ He turns and hooks an arm beneath her knees before lifting her up and trudging back to where they left their things. ]

You can expect payback for all of that, by the way.

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[ She should have known to expect that, but as it stands, him scooping her up catches her completely off-guard. That little squeal of surprise is probably not the most dignified-sounding thing ever.

But she's not going to fight him on it, at least, aside from a token flail or two. ]

Can I really? I'm looking forward to it.

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[ He sets her down long enough to get their stuff together -- and oh, good, her t-shirt didn't get washed away. The trip back to the Milano would be a short one, he knew, having parked it himself.

He stands again and flashes her a boyish smile. ]

Race you back?

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You're on.

[ There's no honor among thieves, however, because she doesn't even wait for the word "go". She just goes. ]

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[ YEP, saw that coming, and so he's totally gonna let her win.

Yes.

"Let." ]

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[ WOW RUDE. She could totally take him in a race.

But if he's gonna be like that, she's just going to let herself onto the ship and leave him to bring everything inside. ]

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[ He was gonna do that anyway! Because he's a gentleman!

And also he's taking a moment to make sure that no one abandoned Obligatory Vacation Time by worming their way back onto the ship. ]

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[ Here's hoping, because she's already waiting for him.

In his room.

On his bed.

In naught but her bikini. ]

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[ The coast is clear, the things are put away, and a slightly damp Peter is standing in his doorway, smiling appreciatively at the hot woman on his bunk. ]

Have I mentioned yet how damn good you look right now?