@UltimateAraneae "... Better.
Now pick a spot. I recommend one you don't mind being stuck in for a few hours. Preferably somewhere soft, durable and won't cost us a fortune if it's destroyed... Not saying that I'll blow up anything, but no promises."
Wink.
"Nothing like skipping the fancy date night song and dance in favor of matching pajama bottoms, sappy rom-coms and a couple bottles of wine. Am I right or am I right?
(Please say I'm right because I don't want to get dressed up. It's too cold to be sexy.)"
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@UltimateAraneae . . .
"Peter, are you purposely trying to fuck up the mood? It's not the heart you should be focusing on right now. That can wait for ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ. Get serious or I'm blasting you to the goddamn moon, then to the couch and THEN to the bedroom."
@UltimateAraneae His refusal to give a proper response was met with gentle bite. Not hard enough to break skin, but just enough to mark him. When she released, another kiss was given in the very same spot.
"I'll keep going until you tell me, Peter. When I'm through, there won't be much -
@UltimateAraneae The kisses continued up until she was working her way down the side of his neck, each kiss lingering a second longer than the one prior.
"Tell me, Peter."
She murmured against his skin, poised to bite regardless of his answer.
@UltimateAraneae Her lips parted with the intent to kiss him fully, but instead a slow kiss was pressed to the corner of his mouth. A series of similarly slow kisses were leisurely trailed across his cheek and down toward his jawline.
@UltimateAraneae The mischievous smile broadened as she sauntered over to drape both arms over his shoulders and pull him in close.
"... Last chance."
Her final warning came as a soft, borderline sensual murmur just barely brushing against his lower lip.
@UltimateAraneae "Great, 'cause I already bought the pajama pants AND I ordered us that Valentine's Day sushi platter for two thing I never mentioned... I also already shotgunned some of the wine."
@UltimateAraneae "You tried them all?"
While he located the menus, Lana took the opportunity to change out of her standard civilian's clothes and into 'at home' attire... Which was really just her shuffling around in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers. The socks were hers at least.