[ Fuck, the way she says his name is like fucking music, and if he were in a better place for it, he'd appreciate it, he'd revel in it, he'd grin and laugh with it.
For now, he lets out another low noise, almost a growl, as she pulls him in closer, as her hands rove over his body. And he does the same for her, the material of her (his) shirt loose enough on her lithe frame that he can move it aside without a fuss as he explores her skin. (she's burning up, a distant, almost buried voice reminds him. this is a problem.) Her fingers slide across his overheated skin, leave trails like fire, and when she fumbles at his belt, he groans against her lips. He can't help the way he moves against her, hips shifting as need buzzes through him—
Or— or maybe that's an actual buzzer. A shrill noise from the intercom sounding over and over, trying to get their attention, interspersed with a gruff voice shouting Peter's name with growing impatience. Peter pulls away for a second, startled by the noise, stunned and dazed and split on what to do. ]
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For now, he lets out another low noise, almost a growl, as she pulls him in closer, as her hands rove over his body. And he does the same for her, the material of her (his) shirt loose enough on her lithe frame that he can move it aside without a fuss as he explores her skin. (she's burning up, a distant, almost buried voice reminds him. this is a problem.) Her fingers slide across his overheated skin, leave trails like fire, and when she fumbles at his belt, he groans against her lips. He can't help the way he moves against her, hips shifting as need buzzes through him—
Or— or maybe that's an actual buzzer. A shrill noise from the intercom sounding over and over, trying to get their attention, interspersed with a gruff voice shouting Peter's name with growing impatience. Peter pulls away for a second, startled by the noise, stunned and dazed and split on what to do. ]