[ Peter's bed is honestly the correct choice, though she's too distracted by his mouth at her neck to give him any directions. Instead, her fingers are tangled in his hair, her legs locking around his waist, and she only deigns to release him when he lowers her to the bed. Her curls splay across the pillow, and she seems perfectly comfortable, unabashed by being topless in his bed. They're still wearing too much, but that's easily remedied, and instead of fumbling and rushing to strip, she's caught in the way he looks at her. She can't honestly remember the last time someone other than Peter had such adoration in their eyes, because so often it was fear that shone back. Not here, not now. Not with him.
She looks back at him with that same warmth, that soft and open smile curling on her lips – whether she realizes it or not – and though she doesn't have the chance to speak before he kisses her, the way she returns it is answer enough. The kiss is deep, wanting, but there's no rush, no frenzied need. As much as she wants him, as much as her body is screaming to be touched, she wants to memorize this moment. She's certain there will be no shortage of moments like this, because she knows Peter, but this is different. This is the first time they've shared this, and it's so much sweeter than any other encounter she's had in the past.
(Of course it is, because unlike all the others, Peter means something.)
She sighs into the kiss, reaching up to explore him with her hands. Fingers trail along his sides with purposeful pressure, absently playing over scars as she dips down to his waistband again. Without the belt, getting to his pants is easier, simpler, and she undoes the button, the fly, then slips her hand beneath his underwear to feel the warmth of skin. She's not teasing – at least, not intentionally – but she's taking it slowly, exploring as her fingers find his cock, just tracing the shape of him. She's establishing the differences of a Terran man (given that she's never fucked one before), while also getting an idea of what to expect. ]
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She looks back at him with that same warmth, that soft and open smile curling on her lips – whether she realizes it or not – and though she doesn't have the chance to speak before he kisses her, the way she returns it is answer enough. The kiss is deep, wanting, but there's no rush, no frenzied need. As much as she wants him, as much as her body is screaming to be touched, she wants to memorize this moment. She's certain there will be no shortage of moments like this, because she knows Peter, but this is different. This is the first time they've shared this, and it's so much sweeter than any other encounter she's had in the past.
(Of course it is, because unlike all the others, Peter means something.)
She sighs into the kiss, reaching up to explore him with her hands. Fingers trail along his sides with purposeful pressure, absently playing over scars as she dips down to his waistband again. Without the belt, getting to his pants is easier, simpler, and she undoes the button, the fly, then slips her hand beneath his underwear to feel the warmth of skin. She's not teasing – at least, not intentionally – but she's taking it slowly, exploring as her fingers find his cock, just tracing the shape of him. She's establishing the differences of a Terran man (given that she's never fucked one before), while also getting an idea of what to expect. ]