[ hey there might be, like, strawberries. Or mangoes. You have to make sure you've weighed all your options, that's all we're saying.
But he hums a little, leaning into her touch, and goddamn, he's missed this. Kissing in general, yes, that goes without saying, but specifically, kissing with Maya. And at first those ~feelings~ had been a cause for alarm. When they didn't go away, though, he reluctantly accepted them -- in the sort of way one begrudgingly accepts an unliked relative over for Christmas dinner.
And now, here they are. And it's good. It's nice. It's-- it's really nice.
So he pulls back again, a doofy little smile on his face, and touches his forehead to hers. But then he pauses, and-- ]
[ She's instantly charmed by the look on his face. It's really sweet and... kind of adorable. Not that she would say that out loud, since Mr. Big Bad Star-Lord has a rep to protect or something, but she certainly wouldn't mind seeing more of it.
She glances down at the way they're sitting, with her legs on either side of his hips, and she shifts her weight back ad forth a little (sorry Peter, she doesn't know better). ]
It's not too bad I guess, but I should probably move before my legs fall asleep.
[ oh my gOD WHY because he can't hold back his quiet little moan at the way she moves against him. And their little makeout session certainly got his blood pumping already, and this is definitely his longest dry spell since he started going on solo assignments for the Ravagers, so that little shifting felt really damn nice, and--
Normally Peter doesn't embarrass easily, but he can feel the tips of his ears go red, and he's quickly looking off to the side. ]
Yeah, uh. [ He clears his throat. ] Might be a good idea.
[ For a second there, he almost regrets asking her to move, because--
--because sometimes his horndog side takes over, and Peter squashes it back down and stuffs it back into his Gross Stuff Box. He clears his throat again, shifting in his seat and thinking unsexy thoughts. Baseball. Spinal fluid vats. That dish that Yondu seemed to like that was half slime, half mucous.
He breathes deeply, shooting her a sheepish smile once he's calmed down enough. ]
[ She blinks at him a couple of times before it clicks (she may not know much about relationships, but she's no stranger to biology) and she, too, goes a little red. ]
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Sorry, sorry.
Yeah, I know.
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Which is good. I punch pretty hard, so.
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This'll have to do for now, I guess.
[ he moves in for another kiss, less heated than before. ]
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Definitely kisses from Peter. She slides her fingers back through his hair as she kisses him back ]
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But he hums a little, leaning into her touch, and goddamn, he's missed this. Kissing in general, yes, that goes without saying, but specifically, kissing with Maya. And at first those ~feelings~ had been a cause for alarm. When they didn't go away, though, he reluctantly accepted them -- in the sort of way one begrudgingly accepts an unliked relative over for Christmas dinner.
And now, here they are. And it's good. It's nice. It's-- it's really nice.
So he pulls back again, a doofy little smile on his face, and touches his forehead to hers. But then he pauses, and-- ]
Is sitting like this even comfortable for you?
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She glances down at the way they're sitting, with her legs on either side of his hips, and she shifts her weight back ad forth a little (sorry Peter, she doesn't know better). ]
It's not too bad I guess, but I should probably move before my legs fall asleep.
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Normally Peter doesn't embarrass easily, but he can feel the tips of his ears go red, and he's quickly looking off to the side. ]
Yeah, uh. [ He clears his throat. ] Might be a good idea.
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I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?
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--because sometimes his horndog side takes over, and Peter squashes it back down and stuffs it back into his Gross Stuff Box. He clears his throat again, shifting in his seat and thinking unsexy thoughts. Baseball. Spinal fluid vats. That dish that Yondu seemed to like that was half slime, half mucous.
He breathes deeply, shooting her a sheepish smile once he's calmed down enough. ]
Nah. It's cool. Just, uh. Guy stuff?
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Oh.
Oh. Oh my God, I'm sorry.
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Examine your life, Peter. ]
It's fine. Seriously. No big deal. I just figured, you know, you probably, uh. Didn't want to deal with that.
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Yeah. Baby steps, right?
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... Thank you. For this.
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Not-- exactly sure why you're thankin' me, seeing as how I, uh. Dragged it out for a while. Made things weird.
Hell, it's a wonder you didn't just phaselock me for being an asshole.
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And we both made things weird. But thanks... for finally giving this a chance.
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It's-- gonna take some adjusting. And I can't promise I won't fuck up here and there, but--
Yeah. Same to you.