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So he backs up a step, arms crossed over his chest again, like he's closing himself off. Even then, he tries for nonchalance. ]
Well, is this-- do you just want this to be a one time thing, or--?
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But to his question, if she had to be honest to herself... ]
I really don't. But if you think that's a bad idea... [ judging from the track record of his that she's seen ]
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No, I just-- I thought maybe you weren't into the idea of-- dating, I guess.
[ After all, he'd never seen her with another guy, and early in their friendship he had wondered at that. But he never asked, seeing as how that seemed like a seriously personal thing to ask. And kinda douchey. "You're hot. How come you don't have a boyfriend?"
So he just assumed, figured she wasn't interested, and-- that was dumb, wasn't it? He should've asked. ]
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She never brought these things up to Peter because, honestly, even if he asked, she might have deflected, or turned the question right back to him.
Which, sadly, is exactly what she's going to do now. ]
I thought you weren't into the idea of dating.
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Another breath in, another out, and he says with obvious hesitance, ]
Not usually, but with you...
[ He trails off. It seems too sappy to admit it aloud, but he wanted to say, "with you, I wouldn't mind." ]
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How could she possibly, actually date him when he doesn't even know that she--should she tell him? Is "by the way, my last boyfriend died in a terrible accident," something you should tell someone before or after you start dating them? What if he decides he didn't sign up for her baggage when he learns, and changes his mind?
She'll just. Keep it to herself for now. Maybe it'll come up later, or something. She really doesn't want to ruin this moment. So up her hand goes, again, idly toying with the hem of his shirt. ]
But with me... what, exactly?
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But that sort of giddy look on her face makes him relent, and while he's still not looking at her, he finally mumbles it. ]
I-- with you, I don't... mind trying.
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You know, I feel the same way, Peter.
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Good, then. That's-- good, right? We're on the same page.
[ peter "love expert" quill, ladies and gentlemen. ]
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Yup. We agreed that we'd both be cool with dating. I'm pretty sure that's a good thing.
[ so, hey, forget pancakes, she's just gonna tiptoe up to kiss him again, and this time she's not testing the waters. ]
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Alright. I guess this is an acceptable alternative. I guess. He rests his hands on her waist, and he's nice enough to hunch down a bit, making it easier since, you know, she's so small. ]
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(This disrespect for her height, however, is totally unacceptable.)
She raises her other hand to rest on his other shoulder, but it doesn't take long until she moves her arms, lacing her fingers together behind his neck as her kissing turns feverish. ]
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So. This is a pretty good morning, so far. ]
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Because it's kind of driving her mad how much she's liking this, how much she's wanted this. She'd always been attracted to Peter, but she's been attracted to a lot of people. She doesn't know when it was in their progression into friendship that the attraction turned into outright wanting, but obviously by last night it had become impossible to hide in her drunken state, and by this morning? It's all boiling over.
Her fingers find their way into the tresses of his hair when he pulls her closer as she continues to kiss him. She only pulls away for a moment to open her eyes and cast a fevered look at Peter before she smiles, pushing herself closer to him still as she leans into whisper into his ear, ]
So, your place or mine?
[ Because apparently she can't resist being a smart-ass even in the heat of the moment. ]
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Well, seein' as how we're already here...
[ He trails off, then answers her question by dipping down, capturing her lips again. He lifts one hand to cup her face, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek, his other at the small of her back, and he deepens the kiss.
There is tongue. Tongues are involved. Alert the press. ]
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And she practically purrs at this, moving her arms so she can drag her fingers down his back. ]
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So. [ He swallows audibly, eyes dark. ] Bed?
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When he asks--she just thinks, thank god. She lets her held-back grin turn into a smile as she pulls her arms back so she can untie her apron in the back and start throw it off as she responds, ]
God, yes. I thought you'd never ask.
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[ Once she has the apron off, he leans down to kiss her again, after which he wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her easily. Hope you've got a steady grip, there, because he'll be walking the two of them to the bed. ]
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(By the way, it seems like Kasumi takes those yoga mornings and kickboxing classes pretty seriously, because she's not exactly lacking in the toned muscles department, herself.) ]
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He makes quiet, approving noise at the feel of her touch, and already he can feel warmth and want winding his way into his gut, but he holds off. Takes it slow. He tugs upward on the hem of her shirt, as if asking permission to get rid of it, since, you know, it's kind of in the way. ]
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She places one of her hands atop his, guiding it in pushing her shirt up, as though to say "get this thing off of me," and she pulls away from a kiss to give him a ~wicked~ sort of look that says just as much.
Her other hand, meanwhile, similarly tugs at his shirt. If her shirt's coming off, then his has gotta go, too. ]
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And anyway, shirts are just obstacles right now. Pants will go soon, too, but not just yet.
Bare skin exposed, he ducks down to press a kiss to the side of her neck, leaning forward to guide her back onto the bed. ]
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