Shenanigans!

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Tease.

[ As much as she wants it to be scathing, she just can't. In fact, the tone of her voice would suggest that she fucking loves it. She hooks her arms up under his and drags her nails down his back- not hard enough to scratch, but that could change at a moment's notice. ]

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[ For a second it seems as though that smirk will never leave his face, until she reaches behind him and-- oh. The way his hips buck at the feel of her fingers is totally involuntary, and so is the way he half-sighs, half-hisses her name as she drags her nails down his back. It’s not too painful, just enough to be pleasurable, and he has the fleeting thought, oh shit, is she secretly into S&M--?

But the thought dismisses itself when he finally takes the hint and thrusts into her again, harder and quicker this time, finding a better rhythm. He dips his head down to mouth her breast, teasing and licking and biting the bud of her nipple, as he slowly picks up speed. ]

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[ There are things she wants to do in that moment. She wants to lean up and tell him to say her name again, needy and breathless. She wants to run her nails over his back again, to dig in just a little harder, to savor that wonderful reaction.

But then he's pounding into her, harder and faster, and oh god the things he's doing with his mouth, and everything she wants to do goes right out the window. Her fingers do dig into his back, but only out of a sheer need to hold on. She tosses her head back and lets out a string of yes yes Peter yes, growing louder as he speeds up.

She feels like she's on the edge of something, teetering somewhere precarious and caught between wanting to tumble over the edge and never wanting this to stop, ever. ]

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[ There's seriously something delicious about the way she's chanting his name (like, he would totally want it as a ringtone if he didn't think she'd set him on fire for it), and he's so close to the brink, feels himself building up to it. His movements are becoming a little desperate as he toes that edge, with none of the easy, gentle finesse of before.

He tucks one of his hands behind her head, tangling his fingers into her hair. He moves up to kiss along her neck and taste the salt on her skin by sliding his tongue across her tattoos, hot and wet and needy, and god he's really fucking close, but he wants to make her come first with his name on her lips (and maybe that would make a better ringtone?) and only then will he let himself go.

He bites down where her neck meets her shoulder, hard, not enough to break the skin, but if he were in the right mindset and not fucking the hottest woman he's bedded ever, he'd probably worry about leaving a mark. He can't seem to care right now, though, and anyway it's kind of a rite of passage, right? (Except Peter's first hickey was more like a rope burn on his neck when he was fifteen from a busty alien waitress with a tongue too rough for his delicate, Terran skin -- but still.) ]

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[ It's the bite that finally pushes her over the edge- she's learning, even in her limited experience, that a little roughness goes a long way with her. His teeth clamp down on her and she sees fucking stars. She arches back, his name getting lost in a cry of pure ecstasy.

Her orgasm pours over like a torrent and- honest to god- she glows. Her tattoos go bright, the light ripping across her skin as pleasure sings through her veins and her heart pounds in her chest. ]

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[ Yep. Definitely ringtone worthy.

And she likes it rough-- that's so awesome-- and Peter files that bit of information away for later.

He's been on the brink for a while now, far too long by his measure, and once she's fallen over that edge, his rhythm becomes erratic until he follows after, moaning her name and hissing aloud a few choice expletives as liquid heat courses through his body.

Once he's spent, he takes a moment to catch his breath, leaving a trail of kisses on her neck -- gentler this time, at least. He pulls himself away to lie on his side next to her, propping himself up on an elbow.

He's still breathless, to be sure, and his skin is still flushed, but he has that smirk on, the one that says he's about to say something dumb. ]

So-- [ Here it comes. ] I guess Sirens take "afterglow" really seriously, huh?

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[ It takes her a moment to really respond, her mind struggling to catch up to her reeling body.

When she finally does she hits him with a pillow. ]

Smartass. [ though her tone is affectionate, warm and sated ]

I had no idea that would happen.

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[ He's laughing even during her pillowy assault and flops dramatically beside her, still smirking. ]

Hey, as long as you don't phaselock me when you come, you can put on whatever light show you want.

[phaselocknroll]

Mm. I make no promises.

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[ He peers at her thoughtfully, then-- ]

I'm gonna need a safe word with you, aren't I.

[phaselocknroll]

... A what?

[ still so innocent..... ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Sometimes he totally forgets that she's not as corrupted as he is.

But he loves corrupting her, so now he's grinning. ]

You know, a safeword. Like, if I shout "Maliwan," it means "Okay, that's enough with the whipping now."

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[ it admittedly takes her a moment to put two and two together, and when she does, well, let's just say she's grateful she's still a little flushed from earlier. ]

I, uh. I see.

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[ He laughs a little before just-- kissing her. When he pulls away, he brushes his fingertips along her hip. ]

So. Beach stuff, huh?

[phaselocknroll]

Yeah. Beach stuff.

[ she reaches up to play with his hair a little, and the smile on her face is a warm, genuine one that's reserved just for him. ]

I love you. [ it's true they don't say it often, but she feels that in this instance, it needs to be said. ]

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[ That smile makes him melt a little, and he presses a kiss to her temple. ]

I know.

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[ she laughs, and it's probably the most genuinely happy laugh to come out of her since she lost her memory ]

I believe that's my line.

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[ Her laugh makes him smile all the more, but he scrunches up his face after a second, looking put-out. ]

But what if I wanna be Han?

[phaselocknroll]

You're too late. I already called dibs.

[nostalgiabomb]

Whoa, okay, not cool. I don't remember that being a thing.

I call counter-dibs, the superior dibs.

[phaselocknroll]

You can't do that! "Counter-dibs" isn't even a thing. You made that up.

[nostalgiabomb]

It is so a thing. I'll be fair, though. You didn't know what a safeword was, either, so I'll let this faux pas slide.

This also has the delightful outcome of me getting to be Han.

[phaselocknroll]

It is not a thing.

But just this once, I'll let it slide. You can be Han.

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[ Ah, the sense of triumph he feels, even if it's as a direct result of Maya's magnanimity. He moves in to kiss her again and pauses briefly to inspect her skin-- ]

Oh. Uh. Oops.

[phaselocknroll]

... Oops?