[ She can probably feel him smile as they kiss, arms wrapped around one another, and if it were up to Peter, they'd stay like this all day.
But it is not, in fact, entirely up to him, and when his broken ribs protest this time, it's with a sharp ache that races up his sides, makes him gasp in pain and pull away. ]
Fuck--
[ He screws his eyes shut, breathes through it until the pain dulls to a throb, and by then the mood may or may not have been thoroughly killed. ]
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But it is not, in fact, entirely up to him, and when his broken ribs protest this time, it's with a sharp ache that races up his sides, makes him gasp in pain and pull away. ]
Fuck--
[ He screws his eyes shut, breathes through it until the pain dulls to a throb, and by then the mood may or may not have been thoroughly killed. ]
--Sorry.