Shenanigans!

[phaselocknroll]

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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. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ 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. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ 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. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ 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. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ 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. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ It occurs to her that he's actually never seen her naked, but the thought it's scary or intimidating, and she finds that a little surprising in itself. But then she thinks about the way he treats her, those doofy little smiles he gets on his face when he looks at her sometimes, and she realizes that he thinks she's beautiful, with her clothes or without them.

She nods, though she quickly realizes that he might not be paying attention. ]

Go ahead. [ Her voice is a little breathless- well, he did say he was going to pay her back for earlier, didn't he? ]

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[ The quality of her voice sends a pleasant thrill through Peter; he sits up on long enough to help her remove her top--

Away with ye, arousing yet hindering bikini!

-- and for a moment he just looks at her and appreciates how beautiful she is. ]

You have no idea how goddamn sexy you look right now. [ He has such a way with words.

It's a good thing he's good with his tongue in other ways, which he's proving by ducking back down to run his tongue along the swell of her breast. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ Honestly, if he had managed something eloquent and meaningful in that moment, she would have to ask who he was and what he'd done with Peter. But as it is, that was all Peter, and she feels her face go warm at the compliment (never mind that she's already a little flushed thanks to the ministrations of his tongue).

And oh, that sends whole new sensations shooting down her spine. Her eyes fall closed again, and she hums appreciatively. He's free to keep following the contours of her tattoos, as they loop delicately around one nipple and follow the curve of the underside of her breast, but she thinks he could do just about anything with that tongue of his and she'd be happy. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He is, of course, paying special attention to the way her tattoos curl and loop and circle around her torso -- memorizing it, in fact. Peter has always found her tattoos fascinating and beautiful (and, yes, one of his first thoughts upon meeting her and understanding the importance of her markings was, "I wanna see what those look like under her shirt." So dreams really do come true).

His free hand cups her other breast gently, massaging her, while his tongue works at her left side, circling the markings where it loops around her areola. Then he briefly abandons the whole tracing thing to press his tongue hard and flat against the bud of her nipple before easing off to follow the lines again below her breast, down to her ribcage.

He shifts his weight so that he's kneeling to one side of her. His other hand follows on the opposite side, his fingers tracing lines of his own design against her waist, then wandering along her stomach, lower and lower, stopping just above her mound. He pauses to look up at her. ]

You alright?

[phaselocknroll]

[ There's a moment where her brain totally shorts out, thanks to the gentle squeeze of his hand. The press of his tongue on her nipple sends electricity shooting through her veins, and the warm, wonderful sensation rolls through her again, pooling down between her legs. She lets out a little gasp, arching into him slightly. This is unlike anything she's ever experienced before, and god damn, is this really what she's been missing out on?

Then he's gone, moving lower, and she won't deny the little thrill of anticipation she feels, even when she pauses. ]

If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to drive me crazy. [ she still sounds breathless, perhaps even moreso than before, but she's smirking ] I think I kind of like it.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He's smirking too -- the sort of smirk that communicates smugness and cockiness and a lot of other -nesses that are a little infuriating, but Peter likes to think it looks charming on him. ]

Now that is definitely a good sign.

[ He presses his lips between her breasts, kissing farther and farther down until he reaches her bellybutton, where he pauses briefly to swirl and dip his tongue. His hand, in the meanwhile, is tentatively drawing a line in what is definitively a southerly direction, pausing at the waistband of her suit.

The funny thing is, for all his bluster, Peter knows he's kind of a fuck-up, and the last thing he wants to do is mess up their relationship by going at the wrong speed (though his usual speed is a few drinks, a bed, and goodbyes in the morning, so what does he know?). He hesitates again and looks back at her; and despite the flush of his own skin and his quick and ragged breathing, his expression is earnest and a little worried. ]

You're sure you're ready?

[phaselocknroll]

[ She'd had the thought earlier that he could probably do anything with his tongue and she'd enjoy it, and she's quickly finding that to be true. That low, contented laugh bubbles its way out of her as he explores her navel.

His hesitation, however, makes her prop herself up, reaching her free hand out to brush his cheek. ]

I'm sure. Are you?

[nostalgiabomb]

I'm always ready.

[ He leans into her touch, and a beat passes, then-- ]

... I promise that sounded way better in my head.

[ Peter kisses the palm of her hand, then tucks his fingers into the waistband of her suit, tugging gently. Please let him strip you, Maya. ]

[phaselocknroll]

[ She gives him a little smile and- feeling that he still needs a little reassurance- leans in. Her voice dips back into that low, almost purring, tone. ] I want you, Peter.

[ She presses a kiss to his lips before leaning back, allowing him to remove the rest of her swimsuit. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Damn, but her voice sends something warm twisting through his system, and his heart is suddenly trying to pound through his chest.

He tosses her suit aside once its off and returns his attentions to her tattoos, by which we mean, of course, his tongue is tracing the blue lines along her rib cage, down her side. The hand not supporting his weight massages her inner thigh, and he works his way up and up until his fingers brush lightly against her folds -- experimentally at first, then with a little more pressure until one finger gently slides in. ]

Let me know if I hurt you. [ And his voice is quiet, husky, mumbled against her skin, but he interrupts himself by pressing another kiss to her stomach. ]