Shenanigans!

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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?

[phaselocknroll]

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." ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ 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?

[phaselocknroll]

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?

[phaselocknroll]

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.

[phaselocknroll]

[ 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.) ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ (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. ]

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[ He hums his satisfaction at her touch, her fingertips sending little sparks of heat shooting along his skin. He untangles his hand from her hair to run his fingers down her back, then shifts so that his hands frame her hips on the bed. He presses forward a little as they kiss, signaling her to lie back. ]

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[ She loves the feel of his hands, and almost feels a little disappointed when they move away from her bare skin, however briefly.

But she gets the hint well enough, and disentangles her hand from his hair to help her ease herself back onto the bed. ]

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[ Once she's fully reclined, Peter moves to straddle her hips, but doesn't quite settle. Instead he moves to lean his weight on one hand, pressed against the bunk to one side of Maya's head; his other hand tangles into her hair at the nape of her neck.

He dips his head down, first pressing a kiss just beneath her left ear, then running his tongue along the left side of her neck -- a swirl and curve here, a dot there -- and he slowly makes his way to her collarbone. And if the pattern seems familiar to her, somehow, it's because he's tracing along her tattoos.

He's been wanting to do this for ages. ]

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[ When he first mentioned it, however jokingly, she'd be lying if she said she hadn't given the idea some serious consideration. It only takes her a moment to realize what he's doing, and she lets her eyes fall shut, reveling in the sensation of his tongue sliding over her skin, warm and wonderful. A sound that is somewhere between a sigh and a moan escapes her.

He has a lot of mapping to do, though, since her entire left side is covered in the swirling blue marks. A few curving lines rest right between her breasts, and the rest drift off under her bathing suit top, before reemerging again to go down her side, over her hip, and all the way to her toes. ]

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[ Peter can be patient when he wants to be.

He can also be an impatient prat, which is why he's skipping Maya's shoulder (though he does leaving a lingering kiss there) in favor of following the pattern from her collarbone to her sternum, teasing beneath the fabric of her suit with his tongue but not quite moving it aside. He tastes the salt of her skin and of the sea, and damn, he's really starting to like it.

He untangles his other hand from her hair to reach down; his fingertips skim just beneath the band of her suit top on her right side, along her ribs then up to ghost along the swell of her breast -- not quite touching just yet. His patience exhibits itself in strange ways. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ She's not quite sure if she appreciates his new-found patience, because all these little ghosting touches and teasing strokes of his tongue are starting to drive her crazy. In spite of herself, she wriggles a little.

Dammit, she's supposed to be the patient, restrained one. ]

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[ She might feel him smile a little against her skin when he feels her movement, and his tongue skims a little further beneath the fabric -- still tracing the lines of her markings. There's a little more pressure to his touch, now, and he hooks his fingers beneath the band of her top, tugging it a bit as though asking for permission to remove it. ]