Every bit of control that Robin exerted over him, Peter gave up willingly. He wanted for nothing while she was content with everything he could offer, taking in every one of her breaths as his own. He mumbled nothings into the kiss, gasps of hopes and appreciation and true submission of whatever control he may have had left. Now that they were sitting, his arms automatically went around her back, one resting on the other side of her waist while the other gripped at her shoulder in order to maintain his own balance. He arched into the long raking motions, keening in pleasure while trying not to break away from anything she was doing.

How it had really come to this was a mystery. What he truly didn't understand was why it wasn't like this every moment of every day, just safety and love and nothing but her owning him and protecting him. It was hard to even conceptualize a world without her from where he was in his own head. His own passion was burning bright yet he was holding on, tethered to her commands to wait. She would deal with it on her own time, and he believed that completely.