[ They have come far in the months since they had their talk about all of this, the more physical aspects of their relationship. Slowly nudging themselves a little further than before. And of course, Luna's very much enjoyed that progress — she trusts him to have him close, she trusts him with the quiet, intimate parts of herself, to share them with him. It's been good, nice. Some small snatches of peace and bliss in amongst all the horror and hardship, where they can make one another feel good and just... act like young people, for once.
She watches him carefully to gauge his reaction to the offer. The open surprise in his face, whatever inner processing of it he silently works through. Her lips purse briefly, cheeks still burning pink as she waits for a response — her own heart fluttering a little in wait, a little quivery from the boldness of asking. But there's no spooked, frightened expression in him with the idea of it. Luna exhales softly, her hands coming undone from his hair and gently smoothening to his neck, then shoulders. ]
I know I don't have to, I want to. You do a rather excellent job helping me, so I'd... like to do something for you. [ Maybe after everything these past few months, it might be a good moment to try. After November, she was more than happy to just exist in the same space as him following his absence with the whole cocoon business. But... now? It hasn't meant she's stopped wanting him. Sometimes things have to be put on the back-burner, and that's alright with her. There's a kind of settling down of things, a lull, as they navigate what this new 'normal' is for them under the shadow of revelation. She wants to try to push a little further forward than before, even if something like this is... admittedly quite the leap for both of them. ]
You're allowed to have more than just 'enough'. I want you to have that, and I said I'd help if it would make it easier for you in trying.
[ Not to mention the thought of doing something like that for him is... exciting for her, in a very particular way. Let it not be ignored that for a much Peter is very much horny for her, she's very much the same for him in return. But there's still a more sincere and honest goal underneath it all, to help him try be more comfortable with his own body, physically. She sees him as something to want, to desire — wants to touch him in ways that are far more intimate.
And if she's here with him, to do those kinds of things with him herself, then maybe in the end it'll help him when she isn't there — so he can do those things himself. She knows Peter's braver when she's there. So, yes. She very much would like to do this for him, and it's been something she's wanted to do for a while. Even before they'd spoken about things. She's always been happy with what they have, too, but it's been nice to dream. It'd be even nicer to not just dream.
... And then Peter adds that little modicum of information, like a tiny breadcrumb — and she blinks at him, swallowing thickly. For a long moment she's frozen like that. He's already been thinking about things like that. Oh, don't tease her like that, Peter. ]
Oh. [ She breathes it out softly, piqued with interest at that — head tilting a fraction one way, eyebrows raising. The coy smile still toys at her lips. Yes, this is very good information to know, and she's very glad to be made privy to it. She leans in close, watching him intently as her right hand slips from his shoulder and walks gently with a ghost-like touch down his chest. She pauses at the bottom of his ribcage, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, not moving any further down. ]
About something like this specifically? ... Or something... more—?
[ They don't share everything, mentally. Comfortable with one another's privacy when they each need it. But in this case, she would like to be enlightened. ]
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She watches him carefully to gauge his reaction to the offer. The open surprise in his face, whatever inner processing of it he silently works through. Her lips purse briefly, cheeks still burning pink as she waits for a response — her own heart fluttering a little in wait, a little quivery from the boldness of asking. But there's no spooked, frightened expression in him with the idea of it. Luna exhales softly, her hands coming undone from his hair and gently smoothening to his neck, then shoulders. ]
I know I don't have to, I want to. You do a rather excellent job helping me, so I'd... like to do something for you. [ Maybe after everything these past few months, it might be a good moment to try. After November, she was more than happy to just exist in the same space as him following his absence with the whole cocoon business. But... now? It hasn't meant she's stopped wanting him. Sometimes things have to be put on the back-burner, and that's alright with her. There's a kind of settling down of things, a lull, as they navigate what this new 'normal' is for them under the shadow of revelation. She wants to try to push a little further forward than before, even if something like this is... admittedly quite the leap for both of them. ]
You're allowed to have more than just 'enough'. I want you to have that, and I said I'd help if it would make it easier for you in trying.
[ Not to mention the thought of doing something like that for him is... exciting for her, in a very particular way. Let it not be ignored that for a much Peter is very much horny for her, she's very much the same for him in return. But there's still a more sincere and honest goal underneath it all, to help him try be more comfortable with his own body, physically. She sees him as something to want, to desire — wants to touch him in ways that are far more intimate.
And if she's here with him, to do those kinds of things with him herself, then maybe in the end it'll help him when she isn't there — so he can do those things himself. She knows Peter's braver when she's there. So, yes. She very much would like to do this for him, and it's been something she's wanted to do for a while. Even before they'd spoken about things. She's always been happy with what they have, too, but it's been nice to dream. It'd be even nicer to not just dream.
... And then Peter adds that little modicum of information, like a tiny breadcrumb — and she blinks at him, swallowing thickly. For a long moment she's frozen like that. He's already been thinking about things like that. Oh, don't tease her like that, Peter. ]
Oh. [ She breathes it out softly, piqued with interest at that — head tilting a fraction one way, eyebrows raising. The coy smile still toys at her lips. Yes, this is very good information to know, and she's very glad to be made privy to it. She leans in close, watching him intently as her right hand slips from his shoulder and walks gently with a ghost-like touch down his chest. She pauses at the bottom of his ribcage, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, not moving any further down. ]
About something like this specifically? ... Or something... more—?
[ They don't share everything, mentally. Comfortable with one another's privacy when they each need it. But in this case, she would like to be enlightened. ]