Shenanigans!

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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?

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I'm glad you think so. I picked this out just for you.

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Really? [ He moves over to sit an the edge of the bed, smirking. ] Well, it's my favorite present yet.

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[ She gives a low chuckle ] At this point I'd say it's more like the wrapping paper.

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[ She gets a grin for that-- but it falters briefly, and he looks ever so serious. ]

You sure about this?

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Hey. [ her own expression shifts into seriousness as she reaches over and puts her hand on his arm. ]

I'm positive.

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[ His expression softens and he raises a hand, cupping her cheek. He leans in and kisses her gently. ]

We go by your pace, okay? We stop whenever you're not comfortable.

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[ The smile on her face when he pulls away is one of pure affection. She loves him, she trusts him, and she's ready to move forward with this. ]

All right.

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[ He returns the smile easily, and it's one of his genuine ones: unrestrained and a little crooked and just. Happy.

His hand slides back to the nape of her neck,and he goes in for another kiss, deeper this time. Tongues are surely involved. And he moves closer to her on the bed until his hip brushes against her leg and he can rest his other hand on her thigh. ]

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[ She loves seeing him smile like that, the way his whole face just lights up when he does. Honestly, it makes her melt a little.

One of her hands comes up to tangle in his hair again, as he kisses him back. She really does appreciate the fact that they seem to have slowed down a little form their... encounter... on the beach. She wants this, she's certain of that, but she also wants to savor it. ]

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[ Peter has always really, really liked hands in his hair, and the fact that Maya picked up on that so quickly early on is just one of the many reasons he likes her so damn much. The thought Damn good with her hands bounces around in his head vaguely, making him smirk a little.

The hand at her thigh shifts, his fingertips ghosting along her bare skin; with his opposite hand, he threads his fingers into her hair. He's content to move slowly for now, since he's pretty sure they'll have the ship to themselves for a long while.

(And if someone comes back, well, fuck it. They'll figure out what's going on and hopefully leave before Peter has to kick them out.) ]

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[ (They should be okay, right? It's not like the others go poking around in Peter's room when they think he's not there. Hopefully.)

She shifts a little closer, running her free hand over his chest. It's kind of nice, being mostly naked already. She gets to enjoy the feel of his skin, and the brush of his fingers that much more. ]