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Peter Quill ([personal profile] nostalgiabomb) wrote in [community profile] quaranmeme 2018-01-08 09:59 am (UTC)

[ He breathes out a slightly surprised sound when she hooks her leg around him, pulling him in closer; he nearly breathes out a laugh, but—

That smile punches the air out of him, and for a few seconds, he forgets to move, forgets to even breathe, with how startled he is by it. His chest twists with it, tender and warm, and he can't help but smile back.

God, he thinks he— no, he knows he—

Not for the first time, he thinks, he's absolutely, completely—

... no. Ugh. That's way too heavy. That's a thought for another time. That's something for when they aren't stumbling their way through this whole relationship thing.

So for now, he ducks down to claim her lips – a quick, gentle kiss at first, at least until he reminds himself to move, slowly pulling out (even if the leg around his hips limits that a bit) and pressing back in. A few passes, and eventually he finds a rhythm, still listening for her reactions, waiting for her direction to either speed up or slow down. ]

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