Peter almost opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'Not that I'm going to be exploding again any time soon', but he brushed the thought from his mind. Not exactly the kind of thing that he even wanted to think about right now
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There wasn't anything in the world besides just where Peter and I were joined, the feeling of him pressing into me and driving me closer to the edge. My body jarred back into the wall with every motion and it was the forceful aggressiveness combined with the unbelievably intense pleasure of what Peter as doing to my body that finally pulled me under.
I couldn't even shout, the wave of sensation was so intense; my head fell forward with a tiny gasp as my entire body clenched and shuddered. I was certain I was simply going to fly to pieces, right then. My nails bit into Peter's skin as I rode it out, helpless to do anything but. Not that I'd want to. My mind was white noise, my body completely undone. It was amazing
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It was one thing that Peter was beginning to learn about being empath - if he didn't close his mind off, it was virtually impossible not to share in the sensations that Rachel was feeling. Not physical, but mental, and his mind went blank seconds after Rachel's did, gasping for breath into Rachel's neck at the peak and overload of ecstasy.
"Fuck," he agreed, frankly surprised that he hadn't fallen over. Peter gently lowered Rachel down until her feet were touching the floor of the shower again, but he kept a firm hold around her waist. The water hadn't gone cold, so he reached up and twisted the shower head, directing it to spray down on them so they didn't have to move from the wall.
Still getting his breath back, Peter carded his fingers through Rachel's wet hair. "We should try for a world record," he commented, a hint of a smile lurking in his voice.
Again I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning against him, forehead tucked under his chin. "Mmm, I definitely think we should give it a try," I agreed with a smile, eyes closing as I nuzzled into him.
His fingers in my hair made me give a soft noise of pleasure, all the encouragement I could muster at the moment. I was just amazed I was still standing - after that, I couldn't believe my legs hadn't melted. The steam rising from the shower gave everything a kind of hazy, heavy feel and I relaxed into it. God, that had been good.
"The paint's all gone," I murmured with another smile. Hey, look! We'd gotten clean after all!
Then, raising my head to kiss him, I added, "And I'm starving." What? I'd worked up an appetite. "Someone barged into my room and stopped me from getting lunch." From the way I was trailing slow kisses along his jaw and the smile I hid in the skin just under his ear, it was pretty damn clear that I did not mind one bit.
Grabbing the shampoo and tipping a copious amount into his hands, Peter returned to threading his fingers through Rachel's hair, working the shampoo in. He breathed in deeply, taking a moment to just enjoy the scent and the feel of Rachel's hair.
Huh, and the paint was gone. Mission accomplished after all.
"Not surprised," Peter replied, lips curling into a grin. "Showering can be strenuous." And yes, he had interrupted Rachel's normal lunch time, so he reminded himself to order some food when they were dry again. Hopefully he'd remember to put some clothes on so he didn't freak out the poor house elf.
Washing the remaining shampoo off his hands, Peter guided Rachel under the spray, carefully washing the shampoo out of hair and cupping his hands over her forehead so nothing ran into her eyes. He'd only done it once, but he was beginning to love washing Rachel's hair. It was something he'd always enjoyed; just a simple, relaxing, intimate gesture.
I murmured a sound of approval at Peter's administrations, leaning slightly into his touch and letting my eyes fall closed. God, that felt so good. I got lost in the feel of his hands through my hair, only responding to his words with a crooked smile
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I couldn't even shout, the wave of sensation was so intense; my head fell forward with a tiny gasp as my entire body clenched and shuddered. I was certain I was simply going to fly to pieces, right then. My nails bit into Peter's skin as I rode it out, helpless to do anything but. Not that I'd want to. My mind was white noise, my body completely undone. It was amazing ( ... )
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"Fuck," he agreed, frankly surprised that he hadn't fallen over. Peter gently lowered Rachel down until her feet were touching the floor of the shower again, but he kept a firm hold around her waist. The water hadn't gone cold, so he reached up and twisted the shower head, directing it to spray down on them so they didn't have to move from the wall.
Still getting his breath back, Peter carded his fingers through Rachel's wet hair. "We should try for a world record," he commented, a hint of a smile lurking in his voice.
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His fingers in my hair made me give a soft noise of pleasure, all the encouragement I could muster at the moment. I was just amazed I was still standing - after that, I couldn't believe my legs hadn't melted. The steam rising from the shower gave everything a kind of hazy, heavy feel and I relaxed into it. God, that had been good.
"The paint's all gone," I murmured with another smile. Hey, look! We'd gotten clean after all!
Then, raising my head to kiss him, I added, "And I'm starving." What? I'd worked up an appetite. "Someone barged into my room and stopped me from getting lunch." From the way I was trailing slow kisses along his jaw and the smile I hid in the skin just under his ear, it was pretty damn clear that I did not mind one bit.
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Huh, and the paint was gone. Mission accomplished after all.
"Not surprised," Peter replied, lips curling into a grin. "Showering can be strenuous." And yes, he had interrupted Rachel's normal lunch time, so he reminded himself to order some food when they were dry again. Hopefully he'd remember to put some clothes on so he didn't freak out the poor house elf.
Washing the remaining shampoo off his hands, Peter guided Rachel under the spray, carefully washing the shampoo out of hair and cupping his hands over her forehead so nothing ran into her eyes. He'd only done it once, but he was beginning to love washing Rachel's hair. It was something he'd always enjoyed; just a simple, relaxing, intimate gesture.
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