( It is a big leap — a big deal, the thought of it. For all the ways they've deepened their intimacy together, Peter exploring what it is to help Luna reach that particular place of brief, breathless, physical bliss, he hasn't... touched her. Not in those ways, not yet; their affections are through the layer of clothing. And there's a deep, deep shyness in him at the thought of her really touching him — that shyness is still there, but for the immediate moment, he's allowing himself to feel that thrill, especially when he watches Luna's reaction to his own words.
He knows she's just as shy with things as he is, that the bold suggestion came along with a rapid flutter in her heart, and now here she is looking at him with huge eyes, visibly taken aback. Peter's smile curls slowly upwards; he's flustered her, and it's making him want to kiss her again and again (and again), but there's more to be said first.
Though as Luna's fingers moves downwards, Peter's unable to form words for those few seconds, giving a soft exhale, feeling a shudder ripple through his body as her fingers curl into his shirt like that. His heart's pounding in response, lids fluttering softly as he looks up to her. The waves of shyness and being emboldened rise and fall and Peter's slowly tightening his hands at her waist, then down a bit, more at her thighs. Softly, he urges her closer, tighter against him, and moves gently against the sofa, so that he just barely brushes himself against her. Soft movements, friction that's barely friction, re-adjusting his position beneath the girl so that she's in the exact right spot. It's enough to make him give another exhale, and a lift of the brows, and his smile could melt butter. )
Both. ( He says, slow and almost cheeky, eyes definitely flirtatious, the browns of them bright despite being half-lidded. ) Things like this.... you touching me. Me touching you.
( He tilts his head a little, breathes deep and slow. ) And more things. I think about ( —the boy's hands move down a bit more and behind, ever-so-slightly cupping her there and giving the softest squeeze— ) you~ all the time. Being as close as we can be.
( He knows they're taking things slow — even now, with this suggestion of hers, it's only one first step towards the more severe forms of intimacy. But he does think about her, that hasn't changed, and wanting to do the things they'd talked about doing someday hasn't changed, and that in itself is something he wants to share again. Talks of sex have been months ago but Peter's hasn't forgotten. It's all hinted to teasingly and with that pleased smile, but all too serious, too. It's a way to show affection and love through everything, to let the person he loves the most know just how much he thinks about her in those physical ways as much as all of the other ways he does. )
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He knows she's just as shy with things as he is, that the bold suggestion came along with a rapid flutter in her heart, and now here she is looking at him with huge eyes, visibly taken aback. Peter's smile curls slowly upwards; he's flustered her, and it's making him want to kiss her again and again (and again), but there's more to be said first.
Though as Luna's fingers moves downwards, Peter's unable to form words for those few seconds, giving a soft exhale, feeling a shudder ripple through his body as her fingers curl into his shirt like that. His heart's pounding in response, lids fluttering softly as he looks up to her. The waves of shyness and being emboldened rise and fall and Peter's slowly tightening his hands at her waist, then down a bit, more at her thighs. Softly, he urges her closer, tighter against him, and moves gently against the sofa, so that he just barely brushes himself against her. Soft movements, friction that's barely friction, re-adjusting his position beneath the girl so that she's in the exact right spot. It's enough to make him give another exhale, and a lift of the brows, and his smile could melt butter. )
Both. ( He says, slow and almost cheeky, eyes definitely flirtatious, the browns of them bright despite being half-lidded. ) Things like this.... you touching me. Me touching you.
( He tilts his head a little, breathes deep and slow. ) And more things. I think about ( —the boy's hands move down a bit more and behind, ever-so-slightly cupping her there and giving the softest squeeze— ) you~ all the time. Being as close as we can be.
( He knows they're taking things slow — even now, with this suggestion of hers, it's only one first step towards the more severe forms of intimacy. But he does think about her, that hasn't changed, and wanting to do the things they'd talked about doing someday hasn't changed, and that in itself is something he wants to share again. Talks of sex have been months ago but Peter's hasn't forgotten. It's all hinted to teasingly and with that pleased smile, but all too serious, too. It's a way to show affection and love through everything, to let the person he loves the most know just how much he thinks about her in those physical ways as much as all of the other ways he does. )