Peter swallowed compulsively at the hand on his neck. It sent up a flutter in his stomach and he looked up at her with a mix of uncertainty and adoration. It was hard to tamp down on the seemingly-natural instincts of reacting to his Dom's possessive touch. Of all the spots on his body, sensitive and vulnerable as they might have been, this was the big one that he was quickly learning would need to be handled with care.

"Because... that's not the point," Peter ventured. It wasn't anything that he knew to be true, it was more based on instinct telling him that there was some sort of compromise to be struck between the two extremes that they presented. They worked together, didn't simply dominate and submit like there was nowhere to meet in the middle. With a bit of a wry twist to his lips, he asked, "Can I get that in writing?"