[ Her lips curl into a smile against the kiss, and for a second, she wonders if they'll even make it to the bed. There's a wall right there, after all, and the couch, and--
--in any case, they did make it to the bed, eventually. And it was amazing, as it usually ended up being between the both of them, but there was something to be said about the setting of it all that seemed to make it more special, somehow. Maybe it was the candlelight, or the petals on the bed (though they did seem to be a better idea in thought than in reality, given how neither of them escaped having a petal or two or several stick to their skin during), or maybe it was the way Kasumi didn't have a bajillion things to take off, for once, or maybe it simply was just Peter and Kasumi. Quill and Goto. Star-Lord and the master thief.
It's a while later when they finally decide to maybe take a break. They should probably finally eat the now-cold meal at the table, but damn, has it been nice to just lay there. It takes all of what's left of Kasumi's energy to peel herself away from Peter, steal his shirt to wear, and walk over to the kitchen (and unwittingly leaving a trail of petals in her wake) to start reheating the food. She looks over her shoulder, back at Peter, and smiles. ]
You know, I should have just waited to make dinner. I knew we wouldn't end up eating right away.
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--in any case, they did make it to the bed, eventually. And it was amazing, as it usually ended up being between the both of them, but there was something to be said about the setting of it all that seemed to make it more special, somehow. Maybe it was the candlelight, or the petals on the bed (though they did seem to be a better idea in thought than in reality, given how neither of them escaped having a petal or two or several stick to their skin during), or maybe it was the way Kasumi didn't have a bajillion things to take off, for once, or maybe it simply was just Peter and Kasumi. Quill and Goto. Star-Lord and the master thief.
It's a while later when they finally decide to maybe take a break. They should probably finally eat the now-cold meal at the table, but damn, has it been nice to just lay there. It takes all of what's left of Kasumi's energy to peel herself away from Peter, steal his shirt to wear, and walk over to the kitchen (and unwittingly leaving a trail of petals in her wake) to start reheating the food. She looks over her shoulder, back at Peter, and smiles. ]
You know, I should have just waited to make dinner. I knew we wouldn't end up eating right away.