( Peter's smile curls upwards, slow and happy and comfortable as Luna moves onto his lap, his hands settling at her waist while he looks up at her. He lets his fingers brush against the girl's sides, toying gently with the soft material of her dress. It's really all a little silly, the whole dressing up thing, and it's fun because of that. To do something out of the ordinary, something that's just for the both of them. His heart's fluttering with the fresh wave of pleasant nerves that come with performing the song, and the pride he feels in himself after, and Luna against his lap now, and— her words that come. She's been praising him all night, warm and sweet and loving, but hearing it again visibly affects Peter, unable to suppress the way his eyes seem to brighten up in a particular way, a warmed glow. Compliments and praises never were a thing he was used to, growing up. You wondered how people felt about you, wondered about affection. Wondered if it was gone, if you'd done something to ruin it.
Luna never makes him feel like that. He knows he's loved. And she doesn't have to tell him things like this for him to know, but hearing it makes him melt.
'I'm really proud of you'
Hearing that she's enjoyed it, had a good time, and is proud of him.... Peter doesn't know how he could possibly be happier than he is in this moment, and it shows in his face, everything so warm and happy for her. He's parting his mouth gently against that kiss, giving a soft hum of his own in return. Before he's looking up at her and his quiet smile's spreading into a little grin. There's a thrum of thrill again, the realisation blooming again and again that they're alone. He'd asked Paimon for a whole day, and that surely means the full 24 hours; he's confident that it does, somehow just knows that he can trust this. They have time, so much more time together. )
The whole evening, and all night.
( He confirms with confidence, Peter's brows giving a little lift of their own as he's reaching a hand up, fingers gently brushing against Luna's mouth with affection, the plush curve of her lip. He stares there for a few moments, then his eyes move up, taking in her face once more. She's always beautiful and he's always stunned by her, and sitting like this in her dress with her eyes locked onto him.... he's in a dream. ...And turned on, most definitely, head buzzing with thoughts of her and the little haze of alcohol, not enough to make him tired or strange, just amplifying certain feelings in a pleasant way. There's a quirk to his grin, amused and mischievous and playful (and undeniably horny), his hands both settling again on Luna's hips, giving a suggestive little squeeze, one that ends with his thumbs pressing gently down against her thighs, where they rub little circles. )
Which means we have so much time for you to snog me. Hours worth of snogging. In fact, I think you should just snog me silly.
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Luna never makes him feel like that. He knows he's loved. And she doesn't have to tell him things like this for him to know, but hearing it makes him melt.
'I'm really proud of you'
Hearing that she's enjoyed it, had a good time, and is proud of him.... Peter doesn't know how he could possibly be happier than he is in this moment, and it shows in his face, everything so warm and happy for her. He's parting his mouth gently against that kiss, giving a soft hum of his own in return. Before he's looking up at her and his quiet smile's spreading into a little grin. There's a thrum of thrill again, the realisation blooming again and again that they're alone. He'd asked Paimon for a whole day, and that surely means the full 24 hours; he's confident that it does, somehow just knows that he can trust this. They have time, so much more time together. )
The whole evening, and all night.
( He confirms with confidence, Peter's brows giving a little lift of their own as he's reaching a hand up, fingers gently brushing against Luna's mouth with affection, the plush curve of her lip. He stares there for a few moments, then his eyes move up, taking in her face once more. She's always beautiful and he's always stunned by her, and sitting like this in her dress with her eyes locked onto him.... he's in a dream. ...And turned on, most definitely, head buzzing with thoughts of her and the little haze of alcohol, not enough to make him tired or strange, just amplifying certain feelings in a pleasant way. There's a quirk to his grin, amused and mischievous and playful (and undeniably horny), his hands both settling again on Luna's hips, giving a suggestive little squeeze, one that ends with his thumbs pressing gently down against her thighs, where they rub little circles. )
Which means we have so much time for you to snog me. Hours worth of snogging. In fact, I think you should just snog me silly.