My hand had moved to cup his chin, thumb stroking along his cheek as he talked. Other than my eyes going slightly wide at 'prophetic dreams' (and slightly wider at 'take out half of New York') I just let him go on without interrupting.
Returning his kiss, I let my brain rush over everything he'd told me. Then, smiling, I said, "Okay." And it was. What he'd done, while it had driven me crazy and brought me no end of heartache as I'd tried desperately to figure out what he was feeling and what I was feeling and whether those two things connected (and whether they should), was understandable. I'd done the same thing before - hell, I'd done the same thing to him. I got running away. I got distancing myself.
A few things did need to be cleared up, though. "You help me," I told him frankly, love quite evident in my voice. "Every day. You're never going to quite get how much, Peter." I pressed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. "But you do."
I was pretty certain he didn't get how messed up I was. How things from my
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Shaking my head, I grinned up at him. "Just right." I reached out a hand for my shampoo, starting to laugh apologetically. "Sorry, all I have is my girly orange scented stuff." But I gamely squirted some onto my hands and then plunged my fingers into his hair, standing on tiptoes to reach. My fingers made circles against his scalp as I slowly worked up a lather, drawing the strands out slowly and letting them fall before starting over again.
My lower lip was caught between my teeth in concentration, brow furrowed slightly as I focused on what I was doing. Suddenly I laughed again, leaning forward to kiss him. "I can't believe we lived together for all that time and this is the first shower we've taken together."
More than that, I couldn't believe I was actually here. I kept expecting to wake up and find myself alone again. That this was some amazing dream, but that it was going to end. I kissed him again, this time with an undercurrent of desperate hope, as if I was trying to convince myself that this was real.
Ooh, oranges. Peter couldn't bring himself to care that he would be smelling like oranges for the rest of the day; it was nice, anyway, and it smelled like Rachel. Which was more than a good thing, in his book. Closing his eyes, Peter ducked his head so that Rachel didn't have to lean up quite so far, a content half-smile lurking on his lips. He'd be lying if he said he wouldn't do anything for times like this. And it had the added bonus of Rachel's fingers in his hair, which was rapidly becoming one of Peter's favorite things in the world.
They'd definitely have to make up for lost time. Peter would respond to that, but he was too busy enjoying Rachel's touch to actually answer anything coherent. The noise he made might have been agreement, but was probably just 'Never stop
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When you worked in the I.S., they tended to try and send you out with the same people over and over. Mainly because while in the middle of a run, the last thing you needed was a partner who didn't read you correctly. Who misstepped because they didn't quite get your body language, who missed the mark because the two of you couldn't communicate without words. I had tended to be a loner on my runs because of that very reason; I could not seem to get anyone that could find the easy kind of partnership that was required
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He wasn't going to push Rachel into explaining what she was going to say, so Peter just pulled back from her jaw, giving her an understanding, sympathetic look and pressing a kiss to the bridge of her nose. He got what she was trying to say; his own reaction hadn't been on the happy side of things, either.
Mostly, he'd just shut down. It had taken him a while to realize exactly whyDucking back under the stream of water to rinse his hair out, Peter raked his fingers through it to get it out of his eyes, and promptly snatched the loofah from Rachel. "Stop hogging the fun, it's my turn," he said brightly, nudging Rachel until she turned around and gave him easy access to her back. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, Peter kissed her shoulder, running the loofah gently over her back. Raspberry and oranges; yeah, he'd definitely be smelling girly for a while. But he really didn't care
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Grumbling under my breath, I obediently turned, grinning. I seemed to be doing a lot of that, lately. Well, ever since a paint-spattered Peter had kicked down my door. My hair hung in heavy, wet curls around my face and I could feel it frizzing under the hot water. Somehow, though, I really didn't mind as much as I normally would.
My eyes fell closed at the gentle touch. When his arm went around me, I leaned back into him.
'What do you know? Perfect fit.' My head fit easily just under his chin; his arms pulling me in closer seemed to form a hollow that was meant for me. Dangerous thoughts, but I let them come anyway.
At his words I shook my head slightly, but my smile didn't fade. "You're crazy," I returned. "And I have a feeling I'll be saying that often as well." My hand found the one splayed against my stomach, twining our fingers together. The water pounded down on us as I cradled my body against his, feeling his heart beat against my chest. Reaching my free hand up, I tangled my fingers in his damp hair, pulling
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Peter didn't think he was crazy, but okay, he'd accept that. "Yeah, but crazy is good. Right?" Well, he'd accept that. If he had to be called crazy every time he called Rachel beautiful, that was fine. He'd keep doing it anyway.
Squeezing Rachel's hand, Peter pulled her closer and smiled into their kiss, retreating to suck gently on her lower lip. If he were to start trying to say everything in his head, the water would probably run cold before he finished, so he settled for showing Rachel instead - discarding the loofah and sliding his free hand up to cup her breast, fingers stroking softly and teasing. He could seriously do this all day, it was like Rachel's energy was feeding his own.
"I think we have to shower together as often as possible," he declared, using their joined hands to caress Rachel's stomach. God, he couldn't get enough.
My head fell back as his hand found my breast and I choked back a moan. "God, yes," I agreed eagerly. As much as humanly possible. Our hands together running over my stomach, fingers slipping as the water cascaded down my skin, was somehow incredibly arousing.
I was fairly certain that I'd never get tired of his touch, that there'd come a moment when his breath hot across my cheek would fail to excite me. Feeling that lovely coiled warmth start to curl again in my stomach, I swallowed hard, trying to keep from just shoving him against the wall.
Letting himself be pushed up against the wall, Peter took a moment to marvel, once again, at Rachel. It was such a freedom to be with someone who so openly enjoyed sex, and embraced it as a natural extension of love and affection, and not as something to be hidden under the sheets and never spoken about. Rachel's forwardness was beginning to never fail at turning him on - she wasn't afraid to take what she wanted, when she wanted it.
He'd been torn between a mixture of eager suspense as Rachel sank down to her knees - no double guessing why - and when he finally felt the warmth of her tongue, he jerked so heavily that his head cracked against the shower wall. But he so didn't care. "Oh god, Rachel. Ow. And... jesus," Peter groaned, trying to find purchase on the wet walls.
God, he was going to fall over and crack his head open and make a fool of himself, but that really wasn't important right now. How did Rachel turn him on so fast?
Grinning at his response - after taking a second to make sure he wasn't going to kill himself from a head injury - I shifted slightly to move closer to him. Then I increased the pressure of my mouth, my fingers stroking in a rhythm that alternated between fast and slow, hard and feather-light. Every motion designed to drive Peter crazy
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It was probably a good thing that Peter hadn't switched the telepathy on. Rachel tended to think fairly loud, and he couldn't help picking that up - if he had, he would have wanted to stop and get concerned over her and insist that she didn't need to give him a blowjob. He had known women that were completely unwilling to do it; the fact that she was was blowing his mind, pun not intended
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My fingers curled into his sides, pulling him closer. The aggressive treatment was incredibly alluring, and I responded eagerly to it. Hitching one leg up to wrap around his waist, I braced myself against the wall, tugging him towards me.
Hard and fast against the wall of a shower sounded pretty well excellent to me. "God, Peter," I managed between kisses. He was driving me crazy, making me crave him. I was like some kind of junkie, always thinking about my next fix. Only for me each touch only made me hungrier, each kiss was just a promise of more.
The sounds he'd made, the way he had responded to my touch... Just the memory of it made prickles of heat flash over my skin. My nails dug into him as I returned his kisses, head coming up off the wall and pressing forward with the ferocity of them.
One day, Peter was going to solve the mystery of exactly how Rachel managed to get him feeling like this. He'd had good sex before, great sex, even - but there was something about the way that Rachel just turned herself over to the moment, unashamed about what she wanted.
"We are never going to get clean," Peter laughed breathlessly, scattering kisses and small licks across her neck. He contemplated borrowing a bit of super strength to wrap Rachel's legs around his waist, lift her up against the wall. He knew he wasn't strong enough to do it otherwise, but he had to wonder if he'd be able to keep up the ability.
"I think we'll live," I rejoined, grinning as I tilted my head back, affording Peter greater access to my neck. Indeed, I was pretty sure that if this was being dirty? Cleanliness might be next to godliness, but it was hella overrated
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What was a little dirtiness compared to sex in the shower? Absolutely nothing, that's what - Peter suddenly couldn't care less. Proper showers could be taken later, anyway. There were much more fun things to be doing right now.
"Your wish is my command," he grinned, ending in a choked off groan as she guided him inside her. Christ, that would never cease to be amazing. Resting his cheek against Rachel's, Peter took a moment to collect himself. Letting the memory of the super strength play at the back of his mind, he slipped his hands underneath Rachel's thighs and lifted her up, back against the wall, legs around his waist.
He panted a laugh. "That's handy." He didn't need to ask Rachel was okay, because she certainly looked okay. Trying to distance himself from the remembered aggression that came with the strength ability, Peter drew Rachel into another kiss, hefting her another inch higher so that he could move his hips. He'd definitely never get tired of this.
And hey, all of a sudden my boyfriend (let's not get into the sudden flash of joy, terror, and possible panic attack that that word brought up) was the freaking incredible Hulk and no need to say how hot that was and as my head thumped back against the wall I really wished my brain would shut off for two seconds before I exploded. Because, oh, God, Peter inside of me was something beyond words or expression or anything but that delicious teasing moan that rumbled through my chest. "Turn it, Peter," I gasped. My eyes were clenched shut and I tried desperately to catch my breath.
Kissing him, tongue dancing inside his mouth to press against his, I felt my hips responding automatically to his own thrusts. My legs pressed closer around his waist, drawing him in. Please, God, deeper and harder and faster and I was whimpering those words into Peter's mouth as my fingers dug into his shoulders and my body shook with the sensations driving through me.
Returning his kiss, I let my brain rush over everything he'd told me. Then, smiling, I said, "Okay." And it was. What he'd done, while it had driven me crazy and brought me no end of heartache as I'd tried desperately to figure out what he was feeling and what I was feeling and whether those two things connected (and whether they should), was understandable. I'd done the same thing before - hell, I'd done the same thing to him. I got running away. I got distancing myself.
A few things did need to be cleared up, though. "You help me," I told him frankly, love quite evident in my voice. "Every day. You're never going to quite get how much, Peter." I pressed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. "But you do."
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My lower lip was caught between my teeth in concentration, brow furrowed slightly as I focused on what I was doing. Suddenly I laughed again, leaning forward to kiss him. "I can't believe we lived together for all that time and this is the first shower we've taken together."
More than that, I couldn't believe I was actually here. I kept expecting to wake up and find myself alone again. That this was some amazing dream, but that it was going to end. I kissed him again, this time with an undercurrent of desperate hope, as if I was trying to convince myself that this was real.
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They'd definitely have to make up for lost time. Peter would respond to that, but he was too busy enjoying Rachel's touch to actually answer anything coherent. The noise he made might have been agreement, but was probably just 'Never stop ( ... )
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Mostly, he'd just shut down. It had taken him a while to realize exactly whyDucking back under the stream of water to rinse his hair out, Peter raked his fingers through it to get it out of his eyes, and promptly snatched the loofah from Rachel. "Stop hogging the fun, it's my turn," he said brightly, nudging Rachel until she turned around and gave him easy access to her back. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, Peter kissed her shoulder, running the loofah gently over her back. Raspberry and oranges; yeah, he'd definitely be smelling girly for a while. But he really didn't care ( ... )
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My eyes fell closed at the gentle touch. When his arm went around me, I leaned back into him.
'What do you know? Perfect fit.' My head fit easily just under his chin; his arms pulling me in closer seemed to form a hollow that was meant for me. Dangerous thoughts, but I let them come anyway.
At his words I shook my head slightly, but my smile didn't fade. "You're crazy," I returned. "And I have a feeling I'll be saying that often as well." My hand found the one splayed against my stomach, twining our fingers together. The water pounded down on us as I cradled my body against his, feeling his heart beat against my chest. Reaching my free hand up, I tangled my fingers in his damp hair, pulling ( ... )
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Squeezing Rachel's hand, Peter pulled her closer and smiled into their kiss, retreating to suck gently on her lower lip. If he were to start trying to say everything in his head, the water would probably run cold before he finished, so he settled for showing Rachel instead - discarding the loofah and sliding his free hand up to cup her breast, fingers stroking softly and teasing. He could seriously do this all day, it was like Rachel's energy was feeding his own.
"I think we have to shower together as often as possible," he declared, using their joined hands to caress Rachel's stomach. God, he couldn't get enough.
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I was fairly certain that I'd never get tired of his touch, that there'd come a moment when his breath hot across my cheek would fail to excite me. Feeling that lovely coiled warmth start to curl again in my stomach, I swallowed hard, trying to keep from just shoving him against the wall.
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He'd been torn between a mixture of eager suspense as Rachel sank down to her knees - no double guessing why - and when he finally felt the warmth of her tongue, he jerked so heavily that his head cracked against the shower wall. But he so didn't care. "Oh god, Rachel. Ow. And... jesus," Peter groaned, trying to find purchase on the wet walls.
God, he was going to fall over and crack his head open and make a fool of himself, but that really wasn't important right now. How did Rachel turn him on so fast?
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Hard and fast against the wall of a shower sounded pretty well excellent to me. "God, Peter," I managed between kisses. He was driving me crazy, making me crave him. I was like some kind of junkie, always thinking about my next fix. Only for me each touch only made me hungrier, each kiss was just a promise of more.
The sounds he'd made, the way he had responded to my touch... Just the memory of it made prickles of heat flash over my skin. My nails dug into him as I returned his kisses, head coming up off the wall and pressing forward with the ferocity of them.
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"We are never going to get clean," Peter laughed breathlessly, scattering kisses and small licks across her neck. He contemplated borrowing a bit of super strength to wrap Rachel's legs around his waist, lift her up against the wall. He knew he wasn't strong enough to do it otherwise, but he had to wonder if he'd be able to keep up the ability.
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"Your wish is my command," he grinned, ending in a choked off groan as she guided him inside her. Christ, that would never cease to be amazing. Resting his cheek against Rachel's, Peter took a moment to collect himself. Letting the memory of the super strength play at the back of his mind, he slipped his hands underneath Rachel's thighs and lifted her up, back against the wall, legs around his waist.
He panted a laugh. "That's handy." He didn't need to ask Rachel was okay, because she certainly looked okay. Trying to distance himself from the remembered aggression that came with the strength ability, Peter drew Rachel into another kiss, hefting her another inch higher so that he could move his hips. He'd definitely never get tired of this.
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Kissing him, tongue dancing inside his mouth to press against his, I felt my hips responding automatically to his own thrusts. My legs pressed closer around his waist, drawing him in. Please, God, deeper and harder and faster and I was whimpering those words into Peter's mouth as my fingers dug into his shoulders and my body shook with the sensations driving through me.
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