Their sounds mixing was almost like music. Call and answer, push and pull, they were in a sort of rhythmless tune marked by the heat of their bodies and intensity of their claim. It helped to drown out a whole lot of other things slowly trying to bubble up in Peter's head to distract him and he wasn't going to stop any time soon. Only the moment existed.

When she pulled away and let his head rest, Peter took the opportunity to catch his breath. Every pull of air was accompanied by some small sound or another while every exhalation was punctuated with a kiss to her shoulder, and he was left sorting what individual sensations were coursing through his body in the small moment of peace. His head was suddenly pulled back and he winced involuntarily, looking on at her with flushed features and a completely open expression. Out of habit, he tried to nod as he promised, "Yes. Yes, of course. You want me to?"