Peter groaned out loud when Robin resumed her attention to his neck, his throat, his whole body squirming to try and enhance the feeling. Even the tickle of her breath while she spoke between her kisses was something else, another dimension away from anything bad that could possibly happen. How could anything be unsafe when there was this right here and now?

The hand at her head curled, fingers beginning to card through her soft hair. It was a reactionary motion of trying to meet her even part of the way for all that she was doing for him. He heard her saying something, only partially understood it, but he knew that it was good and that he was doing something right. She wanted that from him. "Protect me," he repeated, trying to show that he was listening without knowing what it was that he was even saying.