[ If she was less focused on Peter, she'd be trying to curtail the way she reacts to him. She'd be curbing her enthusiasm, toning it down to try and maintain the advantage, but no. He gets this guileless side of her (maybe because she's too distracted to notice or maybe because she doesn't care).
She doesn't fight Peter as he lowers her down, and she shifts to stretch more comfortably out beneath him, pressing her knuckles to her lips when Peter finds a new sensitive spot to tease. There's no way he won't be leaving more hickeys for her to admire, and she arches just slightly into the attention. She doesn't want to dislodge him as he explores, doesn't want to buck away or wriggle free on accident, but all she can focus on is Peter's slow, steady exploration of her body.
(Distantly, she can't wait for her own chance to learn what makes Peter tick; it hadn't escaped her notice how quiet and reserved he'd been, and... she wants to know what more she can tease out of him, what will really make him react for her.
There must be something, right?)
She reaches up, pressing her palm over Peter's hand on her breast as she muffles a little moan against her knuckles. She isn't trying to guide him or change the way he touches her, but she wants to feel the strength in his touch, the restrained force – because after everything, after every moment in Peter's history, he can be like this with her. ]
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She doesn't fight Peter as he lowers her down, and she shifts to stretch more comfortably out beneath him, pressing her knuckles to her lips when Peter finds a new sensitive spot to tease. There's no way he won't be leaving more hickeys for her to admire, and she arches just slightly into the attention. She doesn't want to dislodge him as he explores, doesn't want to buck away or wriggle free on accident, but all she can focus on is Peter's slow, steady exploration of her body.
(Distantly, she can't wait for her own chance to learn what makes Peter tick; it hadn't escaped her notice how quiet and reserved he'd been, and... she wants to know what more she can tease out of him, what will really make him react for her.
There must be something, right?)
She reaches up, pressing her palm over Peter's hand on her breast as she muffles a little moan against her knuckles. She isn't trying to guide him or change the way he touches her, but she wants to feel the strength in his touch, the restrained force – because after everything, after every moment in Peter's history, he can be like this with her. ]