It was true that Peter was used to thinking on his feet, but lately...any urge to seize anything for himself, to take a risk that wasn't calculated to protect his loved ones...he had nothing.
Nothing except a girl with a wicked look on her face. He looked at her curiously, his hand still on her leg as she leant in, kissing the corner of his mouth softly.
He turned his face towards her slightly, bringing their lips together sweetly. His hand rose from her leg, sliding into her hair as he cupped the nape of her neck. He didn't need any encouragement to kiss her; it almost seemed like he'd been waiting for her to make the first move.