[ Oh, but that smile. She's seen it rarely, in sweeter moments with him, and she adores it. The softness of it, the openness, how warm and wholly Peter it is without pretention. He looks happy, in that heartfelt way that makes her chest bloom with warmth.
(She's come to realize that there's little more she wants than to see Peter happy.)
Her fingers lace properly with Peter's, her thumb brushing the back of his hand as her own smile manages to curl at the corners of her lips. A reflection of that sweetness. ]
I would like that.
[ With a quick clarification: ]
All of that.
[ And because she knows how carefully he was walking that line, how tentatively he's tested the waters, she leans closer across the bed and sets a hand next to his hip to brace herself. She considers him quietly for all of a few heartbeats, and then finally, she brushes a kiss against his cheek. It's— almost a way of saying thank you, because she realizes that she wants everything he's laid out for them. To be his friend and just— more.
She doesn't think much has to change, but... they can simply add to it now. ]
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(She's come to realize that there's little more she wants than to see Peter happy.)
Her fingers lace properly with Peter's, her thumb brushing the back of his hand as her own smile manages to curl at the corners of her lips. A reflection of that sweetness. ]
I would like that.
[ With a quick clarification: ]
All of that.
[ And because she knows how carefully he was walking that line, how tentatively he's tested the waters, she leans closer across the bed and sets a hand next to his hip to brace herself. She considers him quietly for all of a few heartbeats, and then finally, she brushes a kiss against his cheek. It's— almost a way of saying thank you, because she realizes that she wants everything he's laid out for them. To be his friend and just— more.
She doesn't think much has to change, but... they can simply add to it now. ]