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[ She likely wouldn't have complained if he took it fast--she likely would have gone with it, but she's also finding that taking it slow? Is really freaking nice, too. Too often her encounters are all too eager to drop her on the bed and--before she knew it, she was slipping out of their grasp, getting dressed and leaving to return to her place at some ungodly hour of the night. It had all been the same to her, in any case; she was just using them to blow off steam.

But she's not using Peter, not in any way; she actually she really, really likes him, and she doesn't want this to be over as quickly as it began. She doesn't have to worry about slipping out quietly after. She wouldn't want to. So slow is fine.

So she cranes her neck down, hoping to catch Peter's lips for another kiss, her fingers still playing with his hair. ]