That SpiderCreep kissed her breathless with no effort at all and Claire felt almost a little lightheaded from the way both of them made her feel. It was good to have the moment, to watch them kiss right there so close to her face she felt like she was in it not watching. Claire had never watched two people kiss so intently before, seen that intimacy, or how you could see the flash of tongue and battle for dominance. She liked it.
She and Peter had talked, putting it out there to ensure they were on the same page and there would need to be more talking, more page relocating but there had also been so much talking and waiting and she'd realized here you had to take what you had before something else came along. If one of them was going to disappear, she didn't want to wish they'd taken the chance.
Presumptuous maybe, but Claire smiled as she shuffled back onto her own feet, she'd already forgone pants so it seemed right on track. John's bedroom felt comfortable, like him and she folded down the quilt as she watched them, bottom lip between her teeth. Claire was glad it hadn't happened in Vegas, it felt much better there where they belonged. "I'd be much more comfortable if you'd both strip."