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the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
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the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
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the arms of the ocean are carrying me
the arms of the ocean delivered me
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action | Valentine's Day π
The celebrations technically start on the night of the thirteenth, after everyone's gone home and Peter's helped clean up, with night setting in. As he and Luna part ways for a bit to get ready for bed, brush their teeth and change into night clothes, Peter takes a moment to sit down on his own bed. Maybe he should do this in the mirror, but he still can't bring himself to look at his own reflection and speak to the demon that lives within. To see Paimon there in his own eyes. So he's just staring down at his own hands in his lap, fingers trembling slightly. And it's then that he speaks to the demon king aloud, softly. A rare thing for Peter to do, and even rarer for him to actually make a request from Paimon.
But he does. He asks him to do something for him and Luna, to let them have tomorrow for just the two of them. Luna can put Paimon to "sleep" with the password she uses,
but.... it'd be nice if she didn't have to. If they could just spend one day alone, or as alone as they possibly can be. The demon's... taken aback at first, but then he becomes pleased, and Peter thinks he feels a soft hum move through him, something that sends an odd shudder down his spine.
When morning comes, it seems that Paimon's actually agreed to the request, because Peter wakes up and tentatively tries to feel for him (something he also rarely would ever do willingly), and the demon's not there; Peter doesn't feel him at all. He's somewhere deep and quiet, asleep or something like it, unable to be reached. With a thrum of excitement in his chest, Peter waits for Luna to stir too, wrapping her up in sleepy morning kisses, nose pressed into her tousled curls. He tells her that Paimon's asleep for the day, how he'd asked him if they could have an entire day of Alone Time. And it's a warm blossom of delight for them both, like back when they'd tried the password for the first time and it worked. An entire day....!
There's breakfast, lazy and relaxed and made together, and the rest of the day is theirs. It passes slow and sweet, but as it starts to shift to late-afternoon, Peter asks her if he can have some time to make some preparations.... not shooing her off out of the house or anything, just encouraging her to hang out in her room or the study for a little while, because he has Something Planned... Judging by the movement of pots and pans in the kitchen and the aroma of food cooking up, it's pretty obvious what he's doing, but still.... With an amused, dumb grin, he also informs her that "this evening requires formalwear". It's a little silly, but instead of going out to a fancy restaurant (and Trench doesn't exactly have much to choose from there), he's planned to bring the fancy restaurant to them.
By the time Luna's finally called down to dinner, Peter's put on a suit, the simple black one he'd received in Deerington β and it's not like things are 100% formal, given he's padding around in a pair of socks... But still, it's pretty fun to get dressed up, just for each other. To turn an evening into something special. And he's welcoming her into the dining room, which has been elaborately set up with candles and some flowers, and the meal he's prepared all spread out.
There's crisp salad and bread (not baked himself, but freshly bought from the bakery, soft and warm), but the main course is something he did actually cook himself, from start to finish. It's a creamy pasta with shallots and mushrooms, garnished in parsley, lemon zest, and Parmesan. It's no secret that Peter's... not much of a cook, but this one wasn't altogether too difficult to prepare, and he's actually been practicing this dish, watching videos on how to cook pasta from scratch, and getting some helpful tips from K these past couple of weeks. There's also a bottle of white wine if she'd like some with the meal, a nice accompaniment to the pasta.
Dinner's taken slow and relaxed, with conversation and laughter, the both of them enjoying the time spent together. There's plenty of leftovers for tomorrow too, and after cleaning up together, Peter's leading them back to the living room, where he prompts Luna to sit comfortably down while he goes to get her present. He'll return with his guitar in hand β yes, it seems someone is following up a serenade from the past with a new one.
Only this time, it's... a song he's actually written, himself. He'll tell her how he's been working on it for awhile, dabbling in actually writing some of his own music here and there. And, shyly but with the pleasant haze of a glass of wine giving him just a bit less of the nerves, Peter will peel off his suit jacket, roll up the crisp sleeves of the white button-down beneath, and play the song for her, singing along quietly.
It's a song about someone who's felt lonely for all of their life β quietly existing on the edge of a place that everyone else seemed to belong to. It's a melancholy song, the melody slow, a little sad. But towards the end, the person feels a warmth at their back, and turns around to face what it may be that's awaiting them. The song ends like that, with the person giving a little smile. They've seen something safe, and warm. Something that feels like an open door welcoming them home.
The perspective of the person could definitely be either himself or Luna, left vague like that rather than exclusively be about himself. Peter's not really a poet, the lyrics are more simple and to the point, but the melody is meant to be that way, simple and bittersweet, and when he's finished, the smile he wears is still a little shy, but proud. He's genuinely proud of the song, and as he sets his guitar aside and moves to rejoin Luna on the sofa, he's leaning to kiss her, long and slow, humming the words with a lazy, happy smile. )
I love you.
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There's no expectation for the day that comes after. Luna doesn't mind not making a fuss, and still riding the high of her birthday in the face of Valentine's Day. She's content, in all honesty, for a quiet day alone with Peter β and if she needs to ask the demon for privacy for a portion of the day then she'd do that. But there's a wide-eyed (albeit sleepy) surprise when she wakes on the morning of the fourteenth to the knowledge Peter has not only spoken to the demon, but asked for him to give them the day to themselves, without the demon being around. It's... a huge thing for Peter to do something like that, and she's quietly stunned by it until the giddiness comes creeping in: they have Valentine's Day to themselves.
And it's a good day, simply seeing where the morning and early afternoon takes them, until Peter asks her to go make herself scarce upstairs for a while. She absolutely realises what he's up to (admittedly there's the tiniest bit of fretting, considering Peter's previous experience within the kitchen) but she's actually more excited to see what he's getting up to, than anything else. She comes downstairs in the lavender floral dress she was gifted last year, and while she does carry the matching shoes downstairs with her β they're promptly left at the bottom of the stairs and she opts to go barefoot, taking inspiration from Peter's suit and socks choice.
It's hard not to just stand frozen outwardly beam at the sight of the dining room. She's absolutely delighted. This is... so romantic. Peter did this... for her. She's feeling very wooed by it all. Plenty of compliments are given, more so than usual with her blood spurring her on this month β giving her the need to praise more than she normally would. The pasta is delicious, and she's thoroughly impressed by how much thought he's put into it all β she's always considered him very thoughtful. There is a moment of cringing through the wine, when they both realise that wine is... actually quite disgusting, before bursting into laughter. How do people drink this? And enjoy it? It's a bit silly, and even if they do continue drinking β it's safe to say neither of them are 'wine people'.
And she's managed to get a little tipsy from it. Just enough to feel a pleasant buzz, for the edges of things to feel a little softer β a little giggly as she curls up on the sofa and hugs her legs to her chest, peering at him from over her knees with pink cheeks and a smitten smile. She'll watch him with a dreamy look, excited that he's learned another song for her. ... Only it's not one he's learned, it's... something Peter's written himself. And Luna's staring with wide eyes, her heart hammering in her chest, doing all sorts of flutters and flips as she listens: oh. Oh, this is... oh. Luna's speechless, but the smile hasn't left her lips the whole time; she knows why he's written that kind of song, she does. And it's sad, but hopeful.
She's stunned, her chest swelling with love and affection for him β and pride too. Her hands reach out for him when he finishes, wanting to draw him close as he moves to join her on the sofa. She's even smiling into the kiss, stealing a few more tiny ones from him with a small, soft chuckle. ]
I love you. [ And it isn't long before she's shifting to climb into his lap, tugging the skirt of her dress over knees so she can move her legs more easily to straddle him. There's a little, impish grin once she's more comfortable, but she doesn't quite jump into immediately kissing him within an inch of his life just yet. Patience, there's more praising needed β it's very important. ]
That was wonderful. Today in general has been quite wonderful, really. [ She rests her hands on his shoulders, fingers reaching to toy with his hair at the nape of his neck. Wonderful doesn't quite cut it, really. Like it doesn't quite feel enough to express her admiration and appreciation for everything he's done today. ] You did all this for me, for us. I feel very lucky, I don't think I could have asked for a better day.
[ Which includes yesterday, but that goes without saying. But yes. He spoke to Paimon on his own to ask him for the day alone with her, he made his own pasta from scratch, he wrote a song and played it for her. He did all of that so they could have a nice day together like this. The whole 'communication with the demon possessing you' is by itself by far the hugest thing, considering how much Peter tends to avoid him (or as much as he can, considering). They came to an agreement so she and Peter could have Valentine's Day together, without needing any intervention from Luna herself. ]
I'm really proud of you, you know. I hope you know that. [ There's another small kiss, a soft hum at the back of her throat in thought. It might be evening, but the day isn't quite over just yet. Luna looks at him with raised eyebrows. ] ... we still have the rest of the evening, don't weβ?
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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.
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She mirrors his mischievous look in her own smile: the whole evening, and all night, her teeth tugging at her lower lip briefly. A whole day and whole night without Paimon's presence being around, and on this particular day too β they're alone. It's not that she minds Paimon being around, or resents the demon for being present β she never has β but there's still something that makes her gleeful that she can be alone with Peter to enjoy certain parts of their relationship. Something that's normal and theirs. It feels like such precious time.
His fingers brush against her mouth, and she watches him intently, not daring to breath for a moment. But then she can't help but laugh a little, a soft sound of mirth. He's never gotten tired of that word since he first heard it, and it amuses her. An entire night of snogging this boy silly sounds like a marvellous plan to her. ]
I do like the sound of thatβ [ Her hips rolling slowly, body stretching a little lazily in reply to the squeeze as she inhales. ] and what that tends to lead to.
[ Her cheeks darken a little, and her smile turns coy. The fact it can all be done without the threat of Paimon coming back any time soon, too. There's a kind of anticipation about it all that makes her giddy, makes her heart skip a little. She settles herself against him more comfortably, leaning in to happily oblige. And while there is a few brief, gentle kisses there's something in her that gives her pause, and she pulls away, looking thoughtfully at him.
It's not that she's unhappy with the idea of how she imagines things will go, not at all. But she does know there's something a little off-balance with it all. Their comfortable pace is a good one, and while she said all those months ago that she wanted to help him β nothing's quite came of that yet, even if the progress they've made is something she'd like to think has helped. But she would really like to make good on that promise of help a little more... directly. Paimon being gone for the night seems like a good opportunity for that. ]
Considering we're aloneβ could we... try something newβ? [ Her gaze lowers briefly between them without thinking. She falters slightly, her heart beating a little harder, trying to work out how best to put it into words. ] ... Could I... touch you? Properly, I mean.
[ Her face burns a little, cheeks darkening more-so. It... seems a bit unfair, sometimes. Not that she thinks Peter isn't enjoying it all, too. She is very sure Peter enjoys it as much as she does. But she would like to press a little further, let him have a chance of really enjoying it, like she does. So there it is, her offer β with the unspoken assurance that he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to. ]
You... never get to finish. And I want you to, I want to do that for you.
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And their relationship has grown, he thinks, even if it may seem to be such small steps. Since that talk all those months ago, Peter has gotten more comfortable with certain things, with allowing himself to relax into a moment that goes a bit beyond where they usually would β exploring more of the physically intimate side to their relationship. Kisses that sometimes lead to new places, to little moans and Luna's hands tight in his hair.
It is true that he's still.... holding himself back in ways, but being with her in any ways that he has been... it's helped. There's a confidence that's slowly blossomed, something that comes from the happiness of making the person that he loves feel good. It involves trusting himself just as much β Luna wrapped around his body so close, the harsh edges of the fear of himself slowly softening over time. She trusts him enough to have him so close, to let him make her feel good in new ways.
Peter's leaning up into the kisses, taking his time with them as his heart beats heavy and slow, until Luna parts for a moment and he's looking hazily up at her. Try something new...? There's a quirk at his mouth, curious and playful, before Luna says what she does and the boy's mouth parts just a little, giving a soft exhale as he stares up to her face, the flush to her pale cheeks. Peter's visibly surprised, but not in a frightened way β it's a soft and slow surprise and not one that steals him out of the moment, thumbpads still giving little circular rubs to her thighs.
His heart's giving a flutter, Peter swallowing softly as he looks up at her. It's not a concept that's out of nowhere; he remembers touching on it so shyly, too. The idea of... getting more in touch with himself. But over the months that followed, Peter shirked from his body again; the cocoon business and.... everything that came after hasn't helped. The process of recovering from what November revealed has been... strange. But... as time slowly passes and in the moments where it's just the two of them, it'd be a lie to say that similar types of thoughts haven't flittered across his mind again, making him blush harder sometimes when he and Luna are close, thoughts that he'd just quietly swallow down to himself. )
Something like thatβ you really want to do? Because you don't have to. It's... everything's okay. It's still enough, more than enough.
( He doesn't want her to feel like things have to be "equal", like he feels lacking somehow. It's definitely not like that; Peter enjoys everything just as much. He's happy. )
...Not that I haven't been thinking about... things like that. ( He adds with a soft, shy smile. Because he... certainly has, and.... he'd like to let her know that, too. )
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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 β 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 β 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 β 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 β 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 β 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... moreβ?
[ 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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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 ( βthe boy's hands move down a bit more and behind, ever-so-slightly cupping her there and giving the softest squeezeβ ) you~ all the time. Being as close as we can be.
( He knows they're taking things slow β 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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It takes little effort to coax her closer; content to melt against him, close enough to count the eyelashes of his heavy-lidded look. She carefully wets her lips, the edges still curved into the coy smile as she waits for an answer. Both, he says, and her eyebrows raise a little in curiosity; gazing intently as her fingers curl a little tighter in his shirt between them β to prompt him for a little more than that. And well, he... very much does that. Slow, easy teases. For a long moment, she can't bring herself to speak. Her teeth inadvertently biting down on her lower lip, even no matter what he'd say β it still surprises her. A gentle kind of surprised, but quietly delighted at the same time.
He can very likely feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. It's no secret that she enjoys these little bursts of boldness from him, she's told him as much. And he continues, there's more, the gentlest of squeezes that have her eyes blinking wide for a moment. ... Did he just... squeeze her backside? Oh, she's not mad about that, even if it takes her a few seconds to recover. She almost giggles a little but his final words really strike her and there's an understanding of what he means β the tiniest of whines in her throat.
... She considers herself enlightened. ]
I've thought about it, too. [ Finally, she's able to bring herself to form words. Breathless, hushed in reply. It's like she's already seeing stars, little prickles behind her eyes. A pleasant kind of dizziness that makes the edges of her blur, and it's him. Just him, at her centre. Her breaths are quick and shallow, hips squirming a little without quite meaning to.
Her mouth brushes against his, slow and careful, as if a reward for revealing his thoughts to her. But also it's getting very difficult to put off kissing him for much longer. They have plenty of time, though. A night without Paimon's presence lingering close by feels like all the time in the world, a rare and precious instance. She can take her time, they can take their time β let themselves enjoy it. ]
... I like to think about you touching me, when I'm alone. [ The softest of sordid confessions. He wanted her to know that he thinks about her, she wants him to know that she thinks about him. Someone desirable. She's not one to discuss her personal habits so openly, but they do happen when she finds the time β something often a rare occurrence given their lives here. Of course she thinks about him, how it might feel like, how he might feel like; how she softly whimpers his name like prayers β much like does when he's with her in those intimate moments together. ] What I imagine it'll be like, if it were your hands instead.
[ But she supposes one of them won't need to rely solely on imagination much longer, a there's the tiniest flicker of mischief in her eyes with that. Her heart flutters, nerves and giddiness all rolled into one. She pulls back, makes space between them, but not too far away. Her hand resumes its journey downwards, brushing against the fabric of his suit pants β careful but purposeful. The gentlest pressure of her fingers, feeling for him, slow movements back and forth. ]
I can go slow. [ Her voice is low, gentle. She gauges his initial reaction at that first touch. ] If you ever want me to stop, tell me. There's no pressure.
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He catches that soft sound, the ghost of a whine, and Peter exhales softly, letting himself have every piece of this moment with her, letting himself feel the heat to his pulse, the pleasant staticy hum. It certainly isn't the first time he's felt that way, there's been so, so many times, time after time β but the prospect of what they're talking about, what's to come.... this is so new, too. His head's swimming and Luna's words catch hold, warm and thick and loving andβ oh. It's Peter's turn to look gently surprised, to give a sound that borders a whine, something that comes from deep in his throat and flutters up from within it. She thinks about him, touching her, when she's aloneβ
His ears flush again, but despite his shyness, he's not shying away from any of it, biting down gently on his lip for a moment, not hiding the smile that creeps up. She likes to think about himβ He's absolutely melting all over again beneath her, pleasantly stunned by it all, and feeling his body react to the words alone seconds before her hands slowly start to move downwards again. Peter gives another soft sound, though it'sβ a little louder this time, and another shudder ripples through him. Not the frightening kind he knows so well and can never be used to, no hints to quiet ghosts growing louder. His body is only his for this moment, and every shudder and ripple belongs to her, and everything feels so good that he almost can't believe it's real.
Then he's feeling the light pressure of fingertips against him, and Peter gasps softly with a wave of dizzy heat, can't stop the slight movement of his hips in response. Oh β it's so soft but so much, even that gentle pressure of her fingertips finding him. He hears her words through the thuds of his own heart in his eardrums, slowly moves his hands back around from her to rest at her waist for now, tightening, a gentle firmness. The softest nod accompanies it, and a breathless sigh; he feels himself tightening a little, body so sensitive to her, to being touched at all in ways it hasn't been. )
You too. ( Peter whispers, eyes rolling up to find hers, holding onto those familiar rainy-day greys. ) If you want toβ stop. If anything's not comfortable anymore. It's okay.
( He's just as aware how new this is for her, and how exploratory β to be touching someone in intimate ways, to learn how things are, feel, and there's no pressure at any point of this to keep going. )
But it feels good. You can.... touch harder, if you want. It feels good.
( Even through the material of his clothing, a fact that's probably obvious by the reaction he's having to her, the way his clothing is becoming a little tighter, fuller. He's not... completely affected, just yet β but definitely affected, his body certainly extremely aware of her. There's no rush, though, everything can be slow and warm and comfortable. He gives another soft sound, swallows gently. Smiles, up at her. )
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His hips shift, and he sighs. It's easy to get swept up in it all. But his words are sobering for a moment: If you want toβ stop. If anything's not comfortable anymore. It's okay. This might be about him, but it's... about her too, isn't it? It's about them. And it's thereβ either of them can stop if they want, if it's too much. Luna's eyes soften at that, her lips unpursing. She looks at him for a long moment with that softened gaze, warmth and affection and love.
She leans in to press her mouth to his, a small, chaste kiss. Her voice soft for a moment when she pulls away. ]
I know. And... good, that's what I want. What I'm aiming for. [ The gentlest of chuckles, a little breathy. But she means that, joking aside. She's glad it feels good for him, already. Luna wants this to feel good for him, hopes that they can start what they finish. That it won't be too much. She wants that.
And she's aware of how his body reacts to her touch, a slow rousing that neither of them are in any hurry to speed along. Time, for once, is their friend. They can take their time with it, enjoy it. Still, she presses on at his suggestion β the gentlest curve of her fingers against him as she applies a little more pressure. Slow, deliberate movements but still quite leisurely in pace. Her eyes flutter slightly, a thought coming to her mind, remembering something: the shape of it a little different but certainly related to this moment. This... technically isn't the first time she's done this. She can't help but chuckle a little at the realisation. ]
... I have to admit somethingβ [ She looks sheepish, almost apologetic. But there's a good humour to her tone. ] I realise I put you at a bit disadvantage, I do have quite a good idea of what I'm doing. [ There's a brief moment or two as she tries how best to explain what she means. ] I... admittedly got a little curious, back when I changed into a boy last year.
[ There's a little inhale, her shoulders shrugging easily. ]
But... I, well... had this in mind, you in mind. I wanted to make sure this felt good for you, for whenever we got to this. I suppose it was a kind of... research.
[ Trust the Ravenclaw to look into the techniques of masturbation. This might not be some other essay she has to write, or some assignment or exam she has to take β but there's something of it there, in spirit. Although in truth, whatever Luna found was enjoyable and what Peter might find enjoyable are two very different things. Learning how to go about things is one thing, actually putting it into practice is another. Not that it was so terrible, with this. They can work things out together, and she very much likes the idea of that.
That being said, she does resume her concentration on the task at hand. Unhurried, careful and attentive. She's enjoying this, enjoying this moment with him β trying very hard not to let herself get too carried away. The emotions within her intense, and the excitement is almost intoxicating. Her hand moving against him with purposeful pressure, fabric tightening against her palm. Her kisses are slow, lingering things. She doesn't deepen them too much, wanting to keep an eye on his reactions as time goes on.
She's checking in with him here and there with silent looks, raised eyebrows of questioning if he's still alright in those long, lazy moments that follow. Each time resuming with her kisses once more; it's comfortable. And then, when she next pulls away, her hand shifts to his waistband and then no further. Her fingertips rest against fabric. She swallows thickly, a little breathless, her heart fluttering as she looks at him β waiting for permission. ]
Do you want me to keep going?
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And so despite the rising tension in him, the quickening pulse of his heart, there's something so comfortable to everything. Luna's fingers press against him a little more firmly and his eyes are fluttering again, almost closing for a moment as a soft, shuddery exhale escapes him breathlessly. He's listening, though, fingers slowly pressing inwards against her sides, something progressively more needy, legs shifting a little wider as his body opens itself more for her.
Curious, when she was a boy last year..... Peter's hazy eyes open back up at that, stunned for a brief moment, and then a tickled laugh bubbling out of him, grinning up at her. )
Oh my god.... You did research on...... Of course you did.
( Through his amusement, there's fondness, warm and practically dripping from him like honey, and it makes him love her so much β as bizarre as all of it is in this place, Luna becoming a boy, through it all, that familiarity..... Of course Luna would take that as a learning opportunity; it's so completely her. And that she had him in mind...
His fond, warm laughter quiets, and he's smiling up at the girl for a few long moments still, before it slowly sobers again, and he's happily indulging in those kisses with her, slow and open-mouthed and lingering, and he feels himself slowly pushing back a little against those gestures of her hand β cautious, experimental at first, and part of him doesn't want to let himself get... too worked up, too fast. It tends to happen when he's with her, as neglected as Peter's body is.... but here and now, he gauges himself, gently moving his hips very slowly to push the soft swell of himself against her hand, never too hard or fast, giving ragged little breaths against the corner of her mouth.
When she pulls away, Peter gives another soft sound, taking a moment to catch the breath he hasn't quite lost, but has been demanding more from him, looking dreamlike up at Luna. His heart's a fluttering thing, dizzied and buzzing. His eyes slowly move down to her hand, hungry and shy and knowing what he wants β gaze lifting to return to her face. )
I want you to. Show me what you learned~.
( He gives a little grin again, amused and delighted and playful all over again for a brief moment β that familiar, comfortable amusement between them β but then
it's quietly fading into something more serious again, and his mouth parts as his head tilts back more against the plush back of the sofa, exposing more of his slender throat, body revealing itself to her, inviting. )
Please touch me.
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And he wants her to keep going, wants her to touch him. Show him what she's learned. Flits between playfulness and seriousness, her own heart quickening at that β her eyes flicking between between his gaze and his throat, wanting to kiss him there. She takes a breath, shuddery on the exhale β trying to steady the little twist of nerves that entwines itself with the excitement. Another smile toying with the corners of her mouth as she briefly presses her lips to his, then shifts her head to start peppering more kisses to his cheek, his jaw; trailing down his neck, his throat β gentle, fluttering little things, unhurried and careful.
She takes her time with it. Hands trembling slightly, working to undo his suit pants, one slipping between layers of fabric β fingers finding, then brushing against him. She pauses from her kisses, uttering another shaky breath against his throat that softly voices into a sigh β explorative touches, testing. He feels so warm against her fingertips. And even if Luna has an idea of what she's doing, this is still... so new to her. She's never touched him before like this, and not even her 'research' can prepare her for that. Her heart skips feverishly, loud in her ears.
Then finally, her fingers close around him and she gently tugs him free. She pulls away a little, then. Not quite able to help herself, head tilting to look down between them, at him. She wants to see him, too. There's another soft breath from her, as if uttering some sort of silent 'Oh, that's what it looks like.' Her eyes widen slightly, darkening with a quiet intensity β something hungry, wanting, excited. Biting down on her lower lip, there's a little hum, curiosity and appreciation, pleased.
... It's perhaps a blessing that only words can pass between their mental link, she's... taking a little moment to herself to... picture a few things. She's quiet for a short while, just smiling away to herself with her cheeks darkening even more. ]
Although even with researchβ [ It startles out of her softly, remembering herself. There's another hum and she gives him a slow, gentle squeeze. ] I don't know... exactly what you like. Everyone's a bit different, aren't they?
[ Still more learning to be done, and the thought makes her laugh a little. A tiny chuckle in her throat as she leans in once more, moves back to pressing more kisses against his throat. They're slower, lingering ones now β her lips brushing against his skin, never pulling back too far from him. Her hand finally moves, mirroring her kisses: slow and lazy movements. She knows enough to start slow, it's not something that needs rushed. Her kisses move upwards, close to his ear, her voice hushes when she next speaks. ]
So you'll need to tell me. [ There's a smile in her words, light and easy. ] Whether you want me to go fasterβ? Slowerβ? All I need you to think about is what I'm doing, how it feels. That way, I can make sure this feels good for you.
[ She's being incredibly earnest about it all. She presses another kiss against his neck, feather-light. Then, teasingly, even with her sincerity: ]
Though I'm quite sure you won't have any trouble telling me, if you've been thinking about me doing this before.
cw: a little more nsfw lmaoooo Peter.... is stupid
Itβ feels so different than he imagined, real and not fantasy, Luna's fingers cool to the touch against him, but pleasantly so; he likes the way it feels, secure. His own heart's pounding just as much, and he's sitting very still, almost as though afraid to move β but his eyes slowly lower to watch her, seeing the way his girlfriend's looking downwards for that moment, at him. Peter's immediately flushed all over again, shy and nervous and pleased, a whirlwind of emotions (he.... realises he quite likes watching her watch him.....)
A feeling that only amplifies as he witnesses Luna smiling like that.... Oh. Ohhhhh, man. He feels himself react to that, feels his body give movements against her hand, little twitches, jumps β cheeks flushing again as he barely suppresses a shuddery little moan. But it's... a lot, to be touched, after so long β it's almost surreal, almost overwhelming, except Luna never could be and she keeps it from ever feeling that way, with her slow gentleness, with her warm, loving smiles, with her assurances. ...His body's certainly thrilled by all of it, not shy at all to react, and Peter's swallowing as Luna starts kissing him again, unable to even think about suppressing the tremour that ripples right through him, almost violently.
His fingers are curling harder into the sofa, but then he lets them find her again, nudging gently up under the sides of her dress and over Luna's thighs, thumbs gently pressing inwards as he gives a long, slow exhale outwards. God, she feels so good, and that coupled with the things she's saying....... When Peter's finally able to speak again, it comes out slightly hoarse, and he has to clear his throat softly. )
When I think about you..... ( .........He's thought about her doing lots of things, admittedly, things that they definitely aren't delving into just yet, and yes it's a very good thing that mental pictures don't transfer through their link, because a few of those do flicker through his memory, and Peter flushes again. Feels himself reacting in new ways, something'sβ oh. He startles a little, eyes dropping back downwards to look at himself, and although it's hard to see from here, it's...... He's definitely a bit leaky. ...Pretty leaky, actually. He knows what this... is... (it sounds so crude to voice aloud, so he doesn't, fucking pre-cum, who made up that word??) but it's stillβ hopefully this isn't gross for her. His brows lift, and he gives another hapless, shy little laugh, embarrassed around one of the edges, amused around the other. )
....Sorry. I'm. Um. This feels really good. ( .....Clearly. And he's about to try and answer again, but the rush of nervous energy bubbles up in him again and Peter's suddenly clasping a hand against his mouth, gently. Laughing a little bit against it, tickled and embarrassed all in a pleasant, shy haze. )
I'm sorry. Oh my god. This is probably a little gross, right...? It's okay if you think it is.
( Peter calling yourself gross is probably not the best way to keep a sexy mood )
cw: still nsfw but god, they're both ridiculous tbh lmao
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 β 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 youβ 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 β 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 getβ 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 β her hand slick but still allowing a little bit of friction with each stroke. She does have a very good pointβ! Bodies are messyβ! 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'β? You didn't quite finish.
cw: nsfw 5ever as dumb baby gains some confidence
But there is a moment when he pauses, heart giving a rapid series of beats in his chest when Luna looks down at him again, following his hesitation and realising the source of it β one of his hands still close to his mouth while the other stays still against her thigh for a moment. He's about to shyly laugh again when he feels her hand move, thumb brushing against him like that, making things feel a bit cool and wet against his very sensitive skin, and Peter's drawing in another soft, shuddery little sound, any hint of laughter stolen away very quickly, along with most of his capability to breathe.
Luna's next words certainly don't help him catch his breath any more easily (not that he's complaining in the least.)
'And besides, it's... not just boys that getβ well, messy when they're aroused.'
Peter blinks softly a few times, words catching in his throat as he gives another soft sound. Oh that is terribly unfair (again, he's absolutely not complaining), and he's swallowing hard for a moment. He... does know the surface facts of everything, but there's not been direct experience with it β which has, of course, left many things to the imagination, and Peter is now flushing deeply all over again with a kind of shy, awkward...... and pleased little smile on his face. Yes, he is... thinking about it right now.
But after a few moments, something sobers within him again, and with it, a quiet confidence that keeps blooming. Although all of this is so new and makes him so shy, it's... an honesty between them, and hearing Luna say what she does..... It does make him feel more confident in himself. Bold. Slowly, the boy lets both his hands return to their position at her thighs, keeping them still for a long moment before he very gently brushes his thumbs inwards a little bit more, smoothing them over the girl's legs and back, up close to the sides of her hipbone and then back down again, over and over. His fingers stay in place, spread out over her soft skin, while just his thumbs move up and down like that. )
When I think about you doing this, it's..... different ways. Sometimes slow. Sometimes faster. Sometimes gentle..... and sometimes not. ( His shy smile quirks a little through the husk of his voice, eyes catching hers with his own mischevious little glint. Yes, the implication of that is that he's thought about this many times, in many different ways.... )
I like slow right now.... so that it'll last for a long time. So I can feel everything. Feel you. And watch you.
( Peter's fingers continue to rub gently against Luna's thighs, slow, measured, and he begins to find something of a rhythm to it, even if it's very slow. One that matches the strokes of her hand, and his hips gently push against her again, slow but hungry. He gives a soft laugh that almost sounds more like a pleased sigh, eyes dark and wanting and fixed right on the girl. Part of this certainly is getting to watch Luna do what she's doing. )
You are..... unbelievably hot. I'm kind of worried I might not even be able to last long, honestly.
( Look, he'll be honest in return.... even if it's said with another soft little sound of amusement. But damn she is Everything, and his body is only continuing to react, the pulse of his heartbeat practically tangible up under his skin, and he can feel that his arousal's more now, everything hard and tight and aching in a dull, pleasant way. Peter's giving soft little pants here and there, soft sighs under his breath, and he gives his hips another yearning nudge to meet her strokes against him as he adds on, eyes half-lidded and taking her in just as hungrily as the rest of him isβ )
I could watch you all day. Doing this to me.... or doing other things to yourself.
( .....He isn't trying to fluster her, but that smile he's wearing is just slightly a little bit evil. Just a little bit teasing..... Maybe he does want to see what her face will look like at that. )
cw: nsfw bc he's not the only one π
And she's instantly pleased by what she hears. Her eyebrows raise in dreamy questioning, mischief in her own expression. Oh, he has thought about this quite a lot, hasn't he? She likes that, in a very specific way. To know how much he's been thinking about this, about her doing this to him. There's a soft sound, some kind of gleeful thrill in her with that. ]
... I suppose you don't have to just rely solely on your imagination anymore. [ Luna brushes a brief kiss against his mouth, almost as if in thanks for the answer. There's a playful smile, a bubble of humour in her throat. Well, not with this particular thing, at least. And... neither will she for that matter, either. ]
That's alright if you can't. [ Last long, she means. She doesn't mind. ] I just want to make sure you're enjoying it, that's the main thing.
[ It's said in earnest. That's probably the most important thing, that he does enjoy this β for how ever long he does last. And of course Luna can tell there's enjoyment from it with how his body reacts to her touch, but it's important to say it aloud, too. And well, this is the first time they're doing something like this. So it's alright if it doesn't last very long. It's all... quite a lot, isn't it? Or so she thinks. And then... maybe they can try this again another day, too. Maybe in... the other ways he mentioned. She's reminded of last year, how he'd had her pinned to the wall: the frenzied, heated kisses between them before he'd needed to pull away. He'd been waiting very patiently for kisses after bringing her all that fruit for her. She thinks maybe he's thinking something along those lines, that kind of energy.
There's not much time to dwell on it further. She's momentarily floored by what he says next. There's a little sound, some half-vocalised sound of surprise as she stares at him with wide eyes: I could watch you all day. Doing this to me.... or doing other things to yourself. She's flustered. She's very flustered, and so open in that feeling. Those are absolutely words that just came out of his mouth and she's flustered by them. Her mouth opening and then promptly closing, cheeks burning.
It certainly isn't an unpleasant thing, even if the little whine she next utters sounds almost pitiful, uttering his name under her breath. Oh, well that's not fair, is it? Well, she probably deserves it after what she'd said to him. And she's not really complaining, either. But it takes her a few long moments to try and find words. He'd like to watch her doing things to herself. How does one form words properly after hearing that? He's broken her a bit with that, just a little bit. In a very good way. ]
Wellβ [ She swallows thickly, uttering a soft sound of amusement. Her voice has risen in pitch a little, and somewhat hushed in reply. ] I do like the sound of that.
[ She does, very much so. And she very much enjoys this boldness from him, just as much as she does every other time he's like this. The teasing, the smiles, the hunger in him. How he seems to come alive even more with it. How she gets to see him at his most comfortable, enough to let the confidence in him blossom. It's quite a magical thing, she thinks. And in turn, she's emboldened by it, too. As if those words are a sort of encouragement for her to be bold in her own way. He wants to see her, watch her. Luna considers for a long moment, lips pursing briefly as she looks down between them, to what she's doing, then back up once more to meet that half-lidded, hungry gaze of his. ]
And.. I mean, it... [ Her head tilts to one side lazily. There's an idea behind her eyes, a faint glimmer of it. She sounds a little breathless. ] it only seems fair I give you a... demonstration, given that I technically have practiced already. So... maybe I could do that for you, at some point.
[ She bites down on her lip, the tiniest buzz of nervousness about her. This is forward, even for her β as honest and forward as she can often be. But even with that nervousness, there's so much want in her too. Want for him, for more, for what might come in the future. Her free hand moves slowly, down from where she's rested it to down in between them. Her breath hitches in her throat as she slowly draws it closer towards herself, gazing down at him with a soft, glossy look as it moves up between her legs, fingers brushing against the insides of her thighs. The fabric of her dress shifts with it, pulling back slightly as her fingers slowly meet her middle there β not actively touching but simply resting against herself. But even then, with her current state of being both aroused and flustered, it's enough to let her gasp shakily β that slight pressure of her hand held against herself.
Still, there's her own smile curling at the corners of her mouth soon after. Something quietly wicked. Even still, she hasn't stopped what her other hand's doing with him. Touching him like that with her other hand lightly pressed against herself, between her legs. Because he's not the only one who can tease. And it seems very imperative to help fuel that... very active imagination of his. It would be a shame not to, wouldn't it? ]
So you... might have an idea of what I might like.