[ She'll never get enough of the way he says her name. The quality of his voice sends that singing heat through her again as he leads the pace, keeping her in perfect sync with every sharp thrust.
Her fingers slip up, tangling in his hair and holding him close, keeping him there for presses of lips, the near clack of teeth. It's intense, but in a different way from before: she wants to cement being alive with him.
Like that's enough to beat back their demons.
A flicker of that fear makes her pull at Peter's messy curls, her breathing hitching on a needy moan. ]
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Her fingers slip up, tangling in his hair and holding him close, keeping him there for presses of lips, the near clack of teeth. It's intense, but in a different way from before: she wants to cement being alive with him.
Like that's enough to beat back their demons.
A flicker of that fear makes her pull at Peter's messy curls, her breathing hitching on a needy moan. ]