[ She has to admit, she's quite enjoying this. Perhaps even more so that she suspects Peter might be enjoying it. There's a certain kind of delight in getting to see how she's affecting him. The little sounds he makes, the way his body shifts and moves with her touches. The breathy laughter, and the way he flushes over and over. But it also makes her feel good knowing she's doing this to him, that she's making him feel good. As gently and carefully as it is, even with how they're taking their time with it. Something easy, and natural.

And she's almost painfully aware of when his hands find her again; sliding a little further up her thighs, the shifting of fabric, thumbs pressing against her skin. The pressure of it making her squirm ever so slightly in his lap. It actually stops her from her kisses, uttering a shaky exhale — the soft voice of a moan mixed in with it. Sweet Merlin, it's terribly distracting. She has to take a moment to try and recollect herself. To not lose herself in that sensation since she's supposed to be focusing on him. But it's... not a distraction she minds.

She quickly tries to shake it from her when Peter finally brings himself to speak, wanting to focus on what he's saying: when I think about you— but he trails off, unable to finish. Luna feels him startle slightly and she pulls back a little to check on him, eyebrows raised in silent questioning. The answer is there immediately and she breathes out a soft sound. Something hot and a little sticky against her fingers. For a brief moment, she actually wonders if Peter might have.... finished. Which would be quite... amazing, but she's sure she's not that good. But she does look down between them briefly and inhales with clarity, voicing a soft ah. She remembers this, with her own 'research'. It must be quite a normal thing then, she thinks.

But Peter's laughing, and she can't help but chuckle a little — as if the laughter between them reverberates from one to the other. In truth, it's... a bit ridiculous how bodies can be, really. They can be a little gross, perhaps. But she certainly doesn't find anything Peter's is currently doing to be gross. She pulls away to gaze down at him, amusement and affection in her smile before she shakes her head. ]

No, I don't think it's gross. [ She hums thoughtfully, pausing for a long moment before she dares herself into her next move. Her gaze lowers between them once more, lips purse briefly. Her thumb brushes pointedly against the tip of him, using it to help her as she continues to the slow, easy movements of her hand. ]

I think... messy, maybe? But I'm alright with a little messy. [ There's something impish in her eyes at that before she continues, her voice dropping low into a hushed whisper: ] And besides, it's... not just boys that get— well, messy when they're aroused.

[ Her eyebrows raise slightly, if he catches her.... meaning. Yes, she knows that's not fair. That is incredibly terrible of her to say when he's currently in his position. And no, her hand still hasn't stopped from what it's doing — her hand slick but still allowing a little bit of friction with each stroke. She does have a very good point—! Bodies are messy—! There is something good-natured in her with it all, despite the fact she's teasing him terribly.

Her head tilts to one side in curiosity. ]

So... 'when I think about you'—? You didn't quite finish.