[ One day, Pietro will learn that asking such a question is dangerous. The answer's always the same. Him.
She laughs lightly and sucks in a shaky breath, shifting beneath him as she tilts her head to the side and sucks her stomach in. His touch is ticklish and not at all as demanding as it often is. It's something she likes, the way he's predictably unpredictable and unpredictably unpredictable at times. She never knows what she's going to get when he's acting impatient.
She digs a hand into his hair, gripping hard at the thick and fluffy strands. She wants to keep his head tucked against her neck forever. ]
I won't be able to go outside if you give me a hickey there, Pietro.
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She laughs lightly and sucks in a shaky breath, shifting beneath him as she tilts her head to the side and sucks her stomach in. His touch is ticklish and not at all as demanding as it often is. It's something she likes, the way he's predictably unpredictable and unpredictably unpredictable at times. She never knows what she's going to get when he's acting impatient.
She digs a hand into his hair, gripping hard at the thick and fluffy strands. She wants to keep his head tucked against her neck forever. ]
I won't be able to go outside if you give me a hickey there, Pietro.