spider_nerd (spider_nerd) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-12-30 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, pansy malfoy, peter parker (spider-man) |
Who: Pansy and Peter
When: Friday, Dec 21
Where: Hotel
What: A weekend away
Rating: HIGH for sex and stuff. NSFW
Status: Complete!
Pansy wasn’t allowed to drive yet. She was still on some pretty heavy-duty pain killers, but she was trying to wean off of them. She was replacing Vicodin with Ibuprofin and Tylenol, trying her best to ease her way out of it. The doctors said that her body was healing well, and she didn’t have a whole lot of pain anymore. Good.
She decided it was time for her and Peter to have a weekend away. A mini holiday. He’d been the best boyfriend ever, and waited on her during the week. He even brought her cheeseburgers and helped her remember to take her pain medicine. Best. Boyfriend. Ever.
So she did some scouring of the internet, and found the perfect weekend away. Well, it didn’t take much scouring. She planned it all out, put it on her credit card, and told Peter to pack for three days and pick her up at 6pm on Friday. She still wasn’t allowed to drive, so he would have to.
At 6 she waited in the front hallway, bag packed and sitting beside the door.
Peter didn’t know where exactly the two were going; so he didn’t know how warm to pack, so he kind of just made a bit of a mixture. Basically some jeans and added a jacket if necessary. Otherwise, it was t-shirts and … well the typical stuff. He was a bit nervous; well, no, he had to admit he actually wasn’t. Sure there was the typical stuff, the idea that he didn’t want to spend three days with her and bore her for two of them since they had only spent, up to this point, hours at most together.
But really? He wasn’t nervous really at all, for the first time he felt that they were an actual couple; no longer feeling each other out, but instead growing comfortable and content with one another. He actually felt that she wanted to be with him, and he could now call her his girlfriend. It all seemed to finally click enough into place to give him a bit of confidence.
Oh, sure, they hadn’t actually had sex yet; so, that would still be a worry on the back of his mind. But that was likely nothing to worry about, and with her injury, it probably meant it was still a ways away. So, no, none of that was on his mind... all that was, was the curiosity on where she was taking him. Happy to know that she thinks enough of them as a couple to want to spend this time together.
Grinning as he pulled up in front of her place, he let out a breath, stepped out, and then began to make way towards the door. Coming to a stop, he offered a couple of knocks, before stepping back waiting for her to come to the door. A pair of jeans, brown t-shirt, and a pair of tennis shoes. Sure he was dressed down, but the drive could be a long one right? Didn’t want to be too over dressed for a long drive.
Pansy was dressed down, too. She was wearing a pair of baggy, plaid, blue-and-orange pajama pants, with the waist rolled down a little. Her top was an orange ribbed tank with a blue fleece over it. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, very casual. When he knocked, she smirked. He was exactly on time by her cell phone. She pulled open the door and gave him a grin.
"I love how dependable you are." She said, stepping forward to wrap her arms around him and pull him into a tight hug.
When the door opened, Peter grinned at seeing her; seeing what she was wearing he was baffled at how cute she was. She could be hot, could be beautiful, and always had been, but this time she was pulling off cute and adorable. God he was lucky. He wrapped his own arms around her and hugged her back, shrugging, “Not dependable. Eager. I’ve waited too long to see you not laid out in bed. I mean, granted, seeing you laid out in bed is a good idea. Just... I’ll shut up now.”
He laughed and then raised a brow, “I take it you’re feeling a bit better though? Usually I hug you, and it’s like I’m made out of fire and spikes.”
Stepping back though, from the hug, he looked her over and turned his brow up, “You’re adorable today. How can you go from hot, to sexy, to beautiful, to cute, and all back again just by a manner of clothing. I think you’re a witch or something. Oh... right.” He winked before looking towards her bags, “Need me to take those out for you? I mean, might as well milk this as long as you can, right?” He was kidding of course.
Pansy laughed. It was good to know that even though they were growing more comfortable with each other, even though they'd spent a lot of time together, she could still make him babble. And he was absolutely adorable, endearing, charming and downright handsome when he did. Pansy was absolutely smitten, and grew more and more with each passing day. "Well, we'll plan on spending a little time laid out in bed over the weekend," she said, giving him a grin, then pulled back a bit to grin up at him.
"I am. A bit. I get better every day. Replacing some of the heavy duty painkillers with some over-the-counter stuff." Really, Pansy could have grown addicted to the painkillers, but the lack of beer was making her crazy. "No fire and spikes today."
A little laugh escaped her, and she went absolutely pink. "You... flatterer." She said, then leaned up and kissed him playfully for a moment. She wasn't in a rush, though she probably should have been. The faster they left, the sooner they would get to the hotel, the sooner their weekend away would start.
"I'd love it." She said, giving him a grin. She finally released him so he could pick up her bag and her backpack. While he was collecting them, she snuck out of the house and hurried off to his car, pulling a cd from her pocket to slip into his car stereo.
He grinned watching her, returning the soft playful kiss. Oh that was dangerous, as every time their lips touched, he didn’t want to end it and it was sure getting harder and harder to stop. Still, she did stop it and he chuckled when she took off out of the house. He shook his head with some chuckling and lifted the bags.
He hoisted the back pack around his shoulder, and then grabbed up her other bag. He was rather excited at the prospect of finding time for some bed laying activities; and if she was feeling better, then he had to assume all was going to be well enough for this trip of theirs. Smirking, happy about this development of a long weekend, he moved back towards his car.
Opening the trunk, he placed her bag in there, but left the back pack on and put it in the back seat, “I figured you might have stuff in here you want for the trip. How long is the drive, anyway?” Asking as he slipped into the driver’s seat, looking to her as he turned the car on, the CD player immediately coming on and putting on whatever music she’d just inserted.
It was difficult for Pansy to stop, too. But she was so very excited about where they were going, she really wanted to get on the road. She had money burning a hole in her pocket, and couldn't wait to get to their destination and start spending it. She folded one leg over the other and pulled her seatbelt on, cradling the arm attached to her injured shoulder in her lap. She'd left the sling off, but was debating putting it back on.
"Not a long drive." She said, shaking her head a little bit. When he turned the car on, her cd started. It was a mix of her favorite tunes, from AC/DC to Green Day, an eclectic mix of hard rock, alt rock, and some lighter metal stuff. "We won't even finish the cd," she said, softly, "unless there's traffic."
And she gave him directions where to drive the car. If he'd ever driven from Irvine to Disneyland before, he'd know where they were going.
As he took off up to the highway, he grinned at the directions she was handing him, and then looked over towards her, “Well alright then. Not a long drive and a weekend with you, it’s gotta be perfect I’m thinking.” He winked as they drove, then as she gave off another direction, he cleared his throat looking towards her again.
“Wait, we’re going to Disneyland. Aren’t we?” Sure he’d been, his uncle and aunt dragged him there when he first came to Irvine. It was fun, though he hadn’t been in quite a long, long time. He was thinking, “The hotel must be near by then?” Because staying in Disneyland would have cost a fortune, “You’re splurging if you bought tickets to Disney. Have to say, I’m almost too flattered for words.” He chuckled with a grin, though in all honesty this sounded like it was going to be an amazing weekend. While they continued on, he was nodding his head to the music, and when he looked over and noted her crossed leg, he shifted a bit in his seat. It was sure getting more and more difficult, wasn’t it? He had to admit.
He ignored that though, and then looked to his CD player, “You have some great taste in music, Pansy. I’m beginning to think this is a trick and you’re actually about to proclaim this has all been a dream and you’re not real.”
Pansy laughed as he figured out where they were going. Really, they could have been going anywhere north of Irvine on I-5, but it became obvious when she had him take the 'Disneyland Way' exit, or whatever it was called. "Yes, we're going to Disneyland." She couldn't wait. She hadn't been in a long time, though she did date (read: friends with benefits with) a guy who was friends with Captain Jack Sparrow. He'd gotten her in a few times and they'd had heavy petting sessions on the It's A Small World ride when no one else was in the boat with them.
"No, we're going to the Grand Californian Hotel and Spa." It had cost a fortune. Three nights, at Christmas Time, in one of their suites? Oh, and year-long passes for each of them. It cost a pretty penny, but Pansy had the money. She'd wished for it, and it showed up. Poof. Like magic. So she was spending it. Wasn't looking a gift horse in the mouth.
"What? Oh, no, I'm definitely real." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Dude, if I'm not real? Then what the fuck about my shoulder? I gotta say, as far as guys who have patience go... you're the tops." It was still a bit of a dream to her that he’d waited for so long for the physical stuff. Pansy felt incredibly lucky to have found him. Not only found, but snagged and then kept. She smirked a little and motioned for the Grand Californian parking garage. "I've got a parking voucher in my backpack," she said, turning to reach back and grab it. She gave a little wince, but managed to bring the bag into her lap.
Peter blinked when she mentioned what hotel they were going to. He coughed a bit into his shoulder, then looked over at her, “The what? Pansy, there’s no way you can afford it, and … a parking voucher? Pansy! I’m hardly worth this kind of money. It’s like an arm, two legs, and I think a kidney for all of this.” He laughed, shaking his head. He was shocked, surprised, happy, and a bit confused how the hell she managed that kind of money.
Sure, her mother was rich, so maybe her mother had given her a lot of money for Christmas as an early present? He wasn’t sure, but this was so much more than he had expected. As they neared the parking garage, he pulled up and waited for the voucher, before handing it to the man to show off. When he waved them through, Peter looked over to her with a big smile.
“You’re impossible, Pansy Malfoy. Every moment spent with you is something new, and something remarkable. You’re fantastic, gorgeous, and amazing. You’re an enigma really.” He chuckled, while turning up to find a parking slot. Pulling into one, he turned off the car and looked over towards her. “How does a guy like me, end up with a beautiful woman like you? It’s mathematically impossible.”
Winking, he then pushed out of the car and moved to snatch up the bags from the trunk. Looking up through the back window, waiting for her to step out as he hauled them all up onto his shoulders.
Pansy simply shook her head. "Shh. Don't talk about money. Just enjoy the weekend, okay?" She said, leaning back in her chair as she pulled the voucher out of her bag. He could pass it to the parking attendant. The whole weekend had cost her a fraction of the amount that had been given to her when her wish came true. The hotel room was around $3k, the passes were another $1,200, and she was imagining that they'd spend at least a thousand on food, on souvenirs, on whatever else. Child's play.
"You're going to give me a big head if you keep complimenting me like that." She said, blushing a bit and smiling over at him. "Don't you know that nerds are in? It's fashionable for me to be with a guy like you," she teased, as if fashion was the only reason she was dating him. Passion was the bigger reason.
It only took a couple of minutes for them to get from the garage up into the hotel. A bellhop came out to take the bags from Peter, putting them onto a push-cart to take for them. Pansy got them checked into the front desk, and then led the way up to their room.
He watched the bellhop take the bags, blinking a few times before looking over towards her, “Never had someone take my bags before. Now I feel pretty high-class.” He grinned while following after her, “Alright, I’ll ignore the money and just enjoy the weekend, but you’ll have to wipe the drool from my face when I stare dumbfounded at all the awesomeness and luxurious stuff.”
He winked before sneaking a little swat to her ass as they neared the front desk; sure this wasn’t a go-kart track, but what were they if not fun, hmm? He then ran his hand along her back when they reached the desk looking to the person behind it, nodding in greeting before looking to her, “Nah, I can’t imagine all of my compliments going to your head, but you have to let me say them if I’m not allowed to worry about money.”
Following her up towards the room, he realized where they were going and then looked over to her, “You got us a suite? Pansy, I should be doing all of this in order to get you to throw yourself at me. I mean sure, I’ll throw myself at you, but I don’t look nearly as good in a skirt or a teddy. Promise. You don’t want to see that I don’t think.”
"It's bizarre, isn't it?" Pansy asked, taking his hand. "Just dropping some money makes people... y'know... work for you. And stuff." She teased, grinning. "I'll be doing the same thing. This is a weekend of luxury, the likes of which I've never experienced." She said, squeezing his hand.
She gasped a little bit at the smack to her backside, and gave him a grin over her shoulder. The guy behind the counter noticed, smirked, but didn't say anything. He probably assumed that they were honeymooning, or something. The amount of customers that they got who flirted and teased and pinched each other in eager anticipation of getting to their rooms...
They were in the elevator, then upstairs in the hallway, and Pansy pulled out the key card to open their door. "Wait, you have a teddy? Really?" She asked, turning to grin at him as the door's knob flashed green and she pushed the now unlocked door open. "I hope you packed it in one of the bags..." Oh, but the bellhop hadn't brought up the bags yet.
He laughed and quickly shook his head, “No, no I don’t have a teddy. Completely forgot to pack it, silly me.” He watched as she opened the door and followed after her into the room. Staring at it all he couldn’t help but let out a breath of great impression. He loved it, it was beautiful, and amazing. Chuckling, he shook his head, “This is incredible. I still can’t believe you paid for this, Pansy. But like I promised, no worrying about money.”
The bellhop hadn’t brought their bags yet, but that wasn’t a problem. He wasn’t likely to want to change into anything yet anyway, or get anything set up. He turned to face her, then grinned rather wide as he reached out to grab her by the front of her shirt, tugging her closer, “You’re fantastic. You know that? And I’ve been wondering, Miss Magic, can’t you use any of your spell stuff to speed up the healing of your shoulder and ribs? Or am I just completely misinformed about the power of magic?”
He winked with a chuckle, about to lean in for the kiss when he heard the clearing of a throat and looked behind her at the bellhop. He grinned and moved towards him, offering him a nice tip, before taking their bags and moving them inside. Shutting the door behind him, “So the next three days you and I are living it up in style, our own suite with trips into the greatest amusement park on the planet?”
"Well, maybe next time." Pansy said with a grin. She moved through the doorway and into the suite. It had an amazing view of the California Adventure park, and there was a fantastic water and lights show (World of Color) going on right in their view. It was breath-taking. "Good. Don't worry about it." She wasn't sure who she should tell about the money. She was a little selfish, a little childish, and thought that he might try to make her like, give it back or something. She didn't even know who to give it back to. And she definitely wasn't going to turn it in to the police.
"I don't know those kinds of spells yet," Pansy said, smirking, as he pulled her closer. She lifted her good arm to wrap up and around him, going up on her toes so she could tap a kiss against his lips. "Even if I could... I think I might be afraid to. What if I make a mess out of my bones or something?"
The bellhop interrupted what may have been a polite kiss, or may have turned into a steamy make-out session. No matter. Now the bags were in the room, they had a chance to do it over again. Pansy turned to look out the window at the show. "That's exactly the plan. I got us year-long passes, though, so if we don't get to do everything this weekend, we can come back." She grinned over her shoulder at him. "I hear it's busy during the Christmas Season."
He smirked and dropped the bags onto the floor by the door. Moving towards her as she stared out the window, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. Resting his hands on her stomach, he set his chin on her good shoulder and breathed her in with a chuckle. Shrugging his shoulders, he stared at the show going on with a bit of awe, then kissed the side of her neck softly before thinking, “Yea? I think you might be right about Christmas Season. Though I also hear, Disneyland’s always busy.”
He brushed his lips against her jawline, tracing his fingers up and down along her stomach before taking both of her hands--wrapping his own around them. He then thought a moment, “You bought us year-long passes to Disneyland too? What did you do, win the romance lottery?”
He laughed as he kissed her neck again then finally just rested his chin on her shoulder again, staring out at the show and swaying hips with her own while they watched the show that almost felt like it was just for them. “Yea I have to agree, magic sounds like it could be a bit scary, probably best not to play too much with it until you get it completely, huh? Probably why they have a school for it, like you were talking about.”
"Well, yeah... but that's besides the point." Pansy said, breaking into a grin at his kiss to her jaw, then leaned back against his chest a bit and gave a sigh. Her hands squeezed his a little, and she gave a soft chuckle. "Something like that. It's not magic candles and star gazing, but it's gonna be fun, that's for sure." She was looking forward to taking him on all her favorite rides. Disneyland must be different with a boyfriend in tow, right?
Pansy slowly swayed back and forth with him. The show was nice, so very nice. But maybe a big portion of that niceness had to do with cuddling back against Peter and watching it from the excellent view and warmth of their hotel room. She nodded. "Witches and Wizards in my dreams go to school for seven years. I haven't even dreamed half of that so far." Though, she was getting pretty good at the spells that she did dare to practice. She hadn't done any magic since showing Peter in the hospital, though. She'd been afraid of another attack.
He grinned with her held in his arms; finding this position to be rather peaceful and relaxing. He’d been with women, sure, but this was a new feeling. Standing in a cozy, gorgeous hotel room, with his arms around his... girlfriend, something he’d never thought he’d say about a girl as beautiful and amazing as Pansy was. And there they were, watching a beautiful light show, like a real couple. He grinned and pressed his lips to her jawline, and then her neck and just shrugged while he continued to sway with her.
“You keep acting as if candles and stargazing is the greatest date ever, and in a way it is because it lead to more, but you have to understand that while romance is fantastic, there’s something a bit more real about just spending time with you, being with you. Your love for joy and fun, it’ll be a fantastic three days. Probably the best in my life.”
He squeezed at her hands, while they watched the show together. With chin resting on her shoulder he raised a brow, “Should I start getting our things into the bedroom? The show’ll end soon, but I’m sure in a few hours their firework show will be going off.”
Just like a real couple. Pansy couldn't believe it, either. She'd never been with anyone like this before. Or even remotely close to what this was. She'd never been a girlfriend, never had a boyfriend, never done anything more serious than a couple of dates and friends with benefits. But something about it felt so good. So right. The kisses to her soft skin made her shiver a little, and grin, and she leaned her head back and against his shoulder.
"The best in your life so far." Pansy said, blushing a bit. "Best in both our lives so far. But we'll top them. Sure, this is amazing, but... there's so many other things we can do." She was thinking not only about spending the time together, but thinking about all that money she had stashed away. Hawaii, Paris, Tokyo... so many possibilities.
"Mmm." She said, turning to look at him over her shoulder. "We should probably think about some sleep, actually. Early morning tomorrow." She added. "We get to go into the park an hour before it opens to the public." She turned around in his arms, lifting her good one to drape up and around his shoulders as she came to face him.
He laughed and raised a brow at her confidence about the sort of things they could do; at the time he wasn’t really aware of the money part, mostly figuring she was talking in general about a lot they could do in their relationship. But the idea was fantastic, and just the idea of being with her for long enough that they could take these trips was mesmerizing at best. “You know, maybe we should worry about Disneyland and this weekend first, before worrying about anything beyond--I’d rather spend the weekend enjoying us.”
Wrapping his arms around her when she turned to face him, he laughed and turned up a brow, “Get to bed early? This coming from party animal Pansy Malfoy? I’m beginning to think you’re getting a bit soft in your old age aren’t you?” He was teasing as he grinned, resting his hands on the small of her back as her good arm draped over his shoulders. Eyes latched onto her own as they held onto one another.
Leaning in, he pressed the softest of kisses to her lips. Settling there a moment before pulling back, “So, we now get in an hour before everyone else? Get a beautiful suite, parking vouchers, year long pass to Disneyland. Did you just befriend Miley Cyrus or some other new aged Disney Princess? Or did you win the lottery?”
"Right. You're right. Let's live in the here and now." She said, softly. "There are great things coming in the future, I just know it. But for right now, I want to be right here with you." Pansy was a creature who lived in the present, and rarely thought of the future. Or the past, really. But when it came to Peter, she was thinking about tomorrow, and the next day, and the next date, and the next month. It felt so incredibly girly of her, but she was already thinking about New Years, about Valentine's Day, about next summer.
Don't jump the gun, Pans.
A chuckle escaped her. "Getting a bit soft due to broken shoulder and pain killers, actually," she said, lifting her hand to trail her fingernails along the skin of his neck, very gently threading them through his hair. "I never said sleep. I said bed." She added, raising one eyebrow.
She returned his kiss. "I won the lottery." She said. That was a good way of explaining it. "Let's leave it at that, and go to bed."
When she mentioned bed specifically, Peter couldn’t help but grin at that raised eyebrow. Hands immediately drew down her back, and up under the back of her shirt with a laugh as he leaned his lips forward to touch against hers, “Yea? Bed you say? I think I could manage that, maybe not so soft after all huh?”
He then kissed her again, before pulling back at the mention of winning the lottery, “Wait, you won the lottery? Do you realize the odds in winning that? The--” Then she mentioned leaving it at that and he just shook his head laughing a bit, “A bit hard to leave it at ‘winning’ the lottery, but... you may have a point. Let’s go to bed, we should celebrate winning the lottery.”
Nearly kissing her again, he decided to tease her with a squeeze to her hips before turning back and making his way towards the bags at the door, snatching them up before making his way towards the largest room in the suite. Throwing the door open he tossed the bags inside, turning to face her as she followed them, “Alright gimpy, let’s get to bed. Maybe this time a bit more properly than all of us in jeans and t-shirts passed out in a bed.”
He was kidding, as per usual.
"Maybe not so soft." Pansy repeated after him, breaking into a little smirk. She wasn't in pain, though a good push against her chest or her shoulder and she might be. But she wanted to try. She hated that she'd had to stop him the last time, and wanted to make it up to him. To both of them, actually. Maybe the magic of Disneyland would add to the experience.
Then again, maybe he was terrible in bed. Or maybe they were incompatible. Or maybe a thousand other things would go wrong. Pansy felt nervous suddenly, though she was excited at the prospect.
"We have a lot of things to celebrate," she said, her voice wavering just slightly on one of the words with her nerves. She let go of him after the squeeze to her hips, and led the way through the faux doorway and into the bedroom area of the suite. Her boots were discarded by the window where they were watching the show. She pulled her zip-up hoodie down off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor along the way, then tugged her pajama pants down and off and left those behind too.
Picking up the bags, he moved after her, following the trail of clothing she was leaving behind as they moved for the bedroom. He swallowed, when he passed boots, hoodie, and then eventually pajama bottoms. In his mind, when he turned and saw her, she was going to be in bra and panties; then again, maybe she had something under her hoodie? Maybe she was just getting ready for bed, not for him in particular. He swallowed when he stepped through said doorway, and went to set the bags down on the floor.
When he looked up towards her, he swallowed and cleared his throat with a bit of a grin, deciding to continue on with their flirting--he’d noted her own nervousness from earlier. Was she not ready? Was he pressuring her by flirting about it so much? Goodness, if he was then perhaps he was pushing too hard and maybe he wasn’t being all that great to her. Raising a brow, he cleared his throat, and couldn’t help as he looked at her with a big grin, “You’re fantastic Pansy Malfoy.” He, too, had left his shoes back at the front door, and deciding to test the waters he went to peel off his t-shirt.
It wasn’t necessarily a sign of things to come, maybe they were just each... getting ready for bed, right? But as he peeled the shirt away and tossed it off to the side, grinning as he made his way towards her, it was obvious the look he had in his eyes. He slid his hands over her waist as he went to stand against her, sliding his hands down over her backside, as he pulled her in close and felt his chest push in against hers, and seemed like he might say something. Perhaps how beautiful she was, or sexy, but he figured he said enough. He squeezed at her rear and small back, and pulled her against him as his lips pushed hard into hers and sunk his tongue past her own.
Kissing her deeply, he breathed in and his hands grew even more firm as he hungrily kissed and ran his tongue against hers; passion leaking through him, gushing around him, as desire became evident when he pushed his hips into hers. Chest heaving. It was obvious he wanted to show her how much he wanted her through action, rather than words.
Pansy had gone without a bra today. Getting one on and off over her bum shoulder wasn't exactly easy. Besides, the hoodie covered any headlights she might be showing, and she didn't want to have to take it off before bed. She was wearing a tank top, though, over her panties. Boy shorts. No the most comfortable underwear in the world, but they were more for show than for anything else.
She turned to face him as he came closer, a smile breaking out across her face at the sight of him peeling his shirt off. She took a step forward to meet him as he came to her, lifting her good arm to drape up and around his shoulders. "You're not so bad yourself." She responded, then met his lips with a hungry kiss.
Her heart was thundering, her body humming. She knew this was it, and she was so very excited. The anticipation made her all the more ready for it, desperate for it. The kiss grew even more hungry, her mouth opening to him, her tongue tangling just as forcefully with his as his was with hers. Her hand slid into his hair, pulling him down against her, pushing her body against his.
Her mouth broke away from his for a moment, and she took hold of his arm to guide him to the bed. She flopped down, pulling him with her.
His hands cupped and squeezed at her rear, at her back, into her hips; wherever they trailed, massaging needy fingers as their bodies intermingled while stepping towards the bed. Hand in his hair had his head pinned against hers, causing his tongue and lips to dance and fight with her own in a lustful, erotic sway. He groaned against her lips, his chest heaving against hers, and his muscles flexing beneath her own. He then grinned when she pulled away, watching her drop onto the bed and pulled him with.
As he hit the bed with her, he chuckled and leaned over the top of her as he looked her over. He pushed his hand up along her thigh, and leaned his lips in to kiss hers, then began to trace kisses down along her chin and over her neck. He sighed at her taste, and sunk his lips around her as he sucked at her neck. Licking, nipping some, he became lost in feeling her and tasting her.
Fingers kneaded into the flesh of her thigh, and then further up and under her shirt. Brushing along her sore ribs, trying to be gentled before moving down over her hips as he hauled her hips up into his. He trailed his lips up along the front of her throat, and then finally found roost again against her own lips finding his kiss pushing her head back into the pillow and bed.
Pansy was, for lack of a more polite term, wet. It surprised her how little fooling around they had to do to get her to this state. Then again, it had been an entire month since she’d had sex, and weeks since her last orgasm. It was a wonder she hadn’t exploded yet. She loved the way it felt to have him above her, pressing her down against the bed.
There wasn’t even a twinge of pain--she supposed it was because her body was so desperate for release, it was negating any pain--as he kissed, licked and nipped at her skin. She gave a couple of gasps, her body twisting gently under his attentions. “Oh, Peter,” she moaned in a whisper, her good hand coming back to the back of his head as he kissed her.
Her hand moved of its own accord, travelling down his body, feeling his chest and stomach, then tugged at the waistband of his pants. Her not so good hand came down too, to help unfasten them, and give them a tug open. Then her good hand slipped inside, to massage him through his boxers.
Boxer-briefs kind of guy; after all, no one could argue that Peter Parker wasn’t a man of compromise. And currently those underpants weren’t doing all that great of a job of hiding just what precisely was going on beneath them; her hand was flexing fingers, and palm touching at him caused him to react. Growing aroused at her touches as his body pushed up against her, grinding his hips down into her hand as he continued to kiss her deeply. His back muscles flexed as he squeezed into the sheets some as teasing pleasure was enhanced by anticipation.
He wanted her so badly, and it was obvious by the way he kissed her so hungrily, needy; almost desperately so. His right hand moved then, moving up beneath her shirt and pushed all the way up beneath the shirt to wrap hands around the full of her breasts. Squeezing at them beneath that shirt, he twisted his hand into them a bit before drawing his hand away again and this time pulling lips away as well.
He sat up onto his knees, though not so much as to let her hand leave his pants--as he was rather enjoying that--and instead began to lift her shirt up along her body, lifting her off her back some in order to peel the thing completely away, tossing it off to the side as he gazed on her naked breasts. Grinning, he looked to her, before he leaned down to press his lips tightly against her neck, laying her back against the bed, while making soft kisses down along the front of her neck. He touched his lips then to the top of her chest, and slowly he began to climb one of those full breasts with soft, warm kisses that were applied gently to her skin.
When he rose to the top, he let hot breath roll over her nipple, before running his tongue around the base, up along its length, then sucked it into his lips; sucking firmly, yet softly as he found himself intoxicated by her taste, scent, and the sounds she made. His body reacting favorably to her caressing hand.
Boxer-briefs were incredibly sexy to Pansy. Though, she'd really had no idea how much until she saw them on Peter. Or, really, felt them. As she wasn't spending too much time staring at his pants, she was merely slipping her hand in there to grope at him.
She nearly whimpered in frustration as he pulled his body away from hers, but then she found it was only to pull her shirt up and off. She let it go easily, absolutely enjoying the attention to her breasts. That was her favorite. Her hand resumed its teasing, her eyes falling shut at the feel of his lips against her skin. When he started to suckle on her nipple, she gasped and her back arched a little. A sliver of pain shot through her shoulder and she brought her free hand over to tangle in his hair.
"Let's... can we... get rid of... these...?" Pansy said, giving the waistband of said boxer-briefs a tug. She wanted him naked with her.
Warm breath circled her breasts as he sucked at that nipple. He groaned at the taste and the feeling, rolling his tongue around that tip; his teeth lightly nipping, and lightly tugging at it, before letting it go and pulling his lips away. He grinned at her breathless request, and pushed up and away from her hand a moment as he sat up on his knees and grabbed the edges of his pants, and boxers at that. Twisting, he pushed them down before shifting his legs and finally kicking them free of his legs while moving to settle above her once more.
Staring down at her eyes, he leaned in to lightly kiss her lower lip, before raising a brow, “Better?” He chuckled before kissing her deeply again. This time falling to lay at the side of her, sliding his hand down along her stomach and past her waist. Deciding to finish what he’d started only a week or so ago; fingers dancing over the soft folds between her thighs, and feeling the moisture building. He groaned at the feeling, and flicked his finger over the little bud of nerves, and then pushed his fingers down to slide inside of her.
Groaning again, he drew his lips from hers, and sunk his lips down to her breasts; this time attacking the one he’d ignored the first pass. Obviously showing his desire to please and pleasure this beautiful woman beneath him. Sliding his finger in and out, before daring to push a second in. Breathing in her scent, feeling and tasting her; his body was reacting in complete arousal.
Pansy's body was already shuddering under his hand. At this point, all he really had to do was look at her with his sexy eyes, and she'd come on the spot. At least, that's how it felt. Pansy was so desperate for it, so needy, she worried a little that she was coming off as clingy, or overly sexual. Her hips moved against his hand, little gasps escaping her as he brushed against her most sensitive spot. Her legs spread when his fingers slipped inside.
It was a complete distraction from what her own hand was doing. Her fingers flexed, seemingly of their own accord, and paused her attentions to him. Now that he was naked with her, she could bring her hand back down to wrap around him. She began to pump gently, her fingers exploring with every gentle thrust.
"Oh, Pete," she moaned, growing more aroused at his attentions. Her toes curled. It wasn't going to take much foreplay for her to be ready. Dash it all, she was ready. "Youshouldcomehere," she whispered, letting go of him so she could pull his body toward hers. "Now."
The tug at him and Peter slid his fingers out of her, grinning as he peeled his lips away from those breasts. He leaned over her again, and breathed deeply as he curled his lips up near hers. He sunk his body over hers, and his muscles flexed over his back as he drew his hand up along her thigh, over her waist, and then back down over her firm rear end. He squeezed, and drew her hips up towards his as he kissed her, deeply; drinking in her hot desire, loving the taste and feeling of the passion they each shared. His chest heaved against hers, as his other hand sunk into the bed next to them. Holding him up even as he pushed against her.
He ground himself into her, running the length up against and between her folds; though not quite pushing into her as he teased, and groped and simply drank her in. He then peeled his lips away, instead resting his forehead against hers as he pushed forward, and sunk himself deep inside of her. Groaning deeply as he filled her completely; stretching her around him as he drank in her moans, as he pulled back out; then, sealing his lips over hers once more, he muscles flexed once more, and he pushed deeper back inside of her with a heavy groan cycling into her wanton lips.
His body was ready, obviously, and Peter didn’t need her to tell him to know she was ready as well; he could feel how ready she was, and the feeling was fantastic. He peeled his lips from hers then, as he began to rock his hips in and out of her, slowly at first; savouring, enjoying, touching, letting it blanket their frames. His lips fell then, to kiss along her neck, biting softly at her flesh; licking and suckling at it as well while his body seemed to find rhythm with her own.
While Pansy was no stranger to physical intimacy, she'd never been so close to someone emotionally. Peter had been there for her when she needed him terribly. He'd shown her things she'd never seen, and treated her like a princess. She often felt like the girl next door or the village bicycle, or some combination of the two. But with Peter she felt like... a beautiful woman who was cared for.
She gasped when he filled her. There was absolutely no problem in her mind about the size and shape of him as he slid inside of her body. Her toes curled and her back arched again, only not far enough to bring about any pain. Her kisses became even more hungry, more sloppy, her tongue wrestling with his, groans escaping her into his mouth. She lifted her hips to meet him as he rocked against her.
"Oh, God," she moaned, lifting her good hand to hold the headboard above her while she met his movements with equal vigor. She wasn't going to last. She'd wanted this for so long, dreamed about it, and unwittingly prepared herself for it by abstaining from any sort of stimulus besides his attentions the night she came home from the hospital. She was fit to burst, and her ragged breathing and body's movements under him should be a clue how close she was.
The equal parts desire and passion seemed to reign supreme over them, as vigor became the main adjective in their actions; his hips pushing, movements crushing into hers as he found that steady, fast rhythm that they both seemed so keen in having. His rocking, pounding hips picking up their pace as he felt her body move with his, her own eager frame seeming to cling and want him as well. He squeezed at the back of her thigh as his lips again peeled from her neck to find her breasts, wrapping his tongue and lips around a nipple; feeling it move beneath him with his own rabid, and almost uncontrolled thrusts.
Yet they were very controlled, precise; he entered her with the vigor, desire, passion, and want of a man who’d been held at bay for far too long; yet, with the same control as a man who wanted to make sure she felt every sensation, to have every moment savored, to embrace every ounce of pleasure that soared through the both of them. His masculine frame seemed eager to that thought, and with a renewed fire, he doubled his efforts and put his focus on that concentration between them. Where their bodies intermingled, and pleasure centered.
He groaned around that breast, loving her taste; finding it a particular favorite of his to toy, and pleasure a woman where she loved to be pleasured. Yet, eventually, he was forced to draw his lips away as the eager thrusting of his hips caused him to have to draw in deep breaths before again sinking his lips and tongue to another playground.
Pansy was gasping now, her toes curled and her body tense. Her brow furrowed, her eyes closed and she whimpered as it hit her. The start of her climax crept up on her, taking her almost by surprise, and then completely overwhelmed her. With a soft cry, she clenched tightly down around him and she bucked up against him a little. It felt absolutely amazing physically, though she was caught up in the emotions that bubbled up within her. She was surprised by them more than she was by the incredible release he'd just given her.
The way her body clenched and tightened around him; the way her entire frame seemed to shiver and draw him in; then, when that climax reached her he felt his body sink into her and felt her body cling tight to him; grinding into him, resisting and yet accepting him; sending his entire body into an eager grab for lust and passion. His back flexed, and his lower back shoved forward to roll his hips inside of her with fast, quick motions; he made them quicker, faster, but not as hard as he didn’t push all the way inside her at first. Then altered his thrusts to deepen them and slam into her, causing her body to shift on the bed and the headboard to rock against the wall.
He groaned as he watched her body, watched her eyes and lips and everything that expressed the pleasure she currently felt. He then leaned up onto his knees once again, this time bringing both hands down to cup each breast; squeezing them as he pinched his fingers into her nipples; toying with both of them as he used this angle to create short, fast, and slapping like thrusts into her.
It was incredibly powerful, making her actually shift against the linens on the bed. Her body rocked at the sensations he was sending through her. Wave after wave of white-hot pleasure washed over her until she wasn't sure she could take it anymore.
Thank goodness he shifted positions. She would have had to ask him to stop for a moment, she needed to catch her breath. But as soon as he was on his knees and moving against her again, the pleasure mounted once more.
She was gasping again. The first climax hadn't quite left her system before a second was right on its tail. Pansy wasn't necessarily a stranger to multiples, but in the first time she was with someone? She was very impressed. At least, she would have been if she hadn't been caught in the throes of passion.
Passion filled Peter, and his body was aching in desire for her as he continued to move in her. She felt incredible, she was so warm and perfect against him, and his hands squeezed hard into her breasts. Pinching and lightly tugging at those nipples; grinning before he finally let them go and moved his hands down to her hips, lifting her off the bed to meet his thrusts as he pushed into her further still. Hunger, desire, it was obvious Peter was filled with the things that were pushing him to that lustful ending of his own.
Peter continued to thrust powerfully into her, his breathing was heavy with pleasure and it was obvious that it was definitely getting to him. His chest heaving with need, he looked down at her bouncing breasts and her lustful eyes, grinning as he pushed into her, “Fuck Pansy... you feel amazing, you feel...fucking fantastic.” He groaned again and tried to concentrate on pushing harder into her, rough and passionate in his fucking of this beautiful woman he dared call his girlfriend.
He took his hand now, and lowered it down between them rubbing his thumb tightly against her budding clit. He groaned and grinned as he rubbed tightly at it, rolling it back against her; pinching and twisting at it while he continued to thrust into her with power and speed. Letting her hips go, and letting her own legs hold him pinned against her, he drew his other hand back up to grab and pinch at that nipple. He twisted it softly, not enough to send showers of pain through her; but enough to create that spice, to send jolts. Wet, warm, and gorgeous; she was the perfect woman and he couldn’t believe how amazing she felt over his erection. “Fuck, god yes... come for me again Pansy. Come for me again.”
Pansy's legs wrapped up and around him, holding him to her as they moved together on the bed. Two bodies becoming one in the most primal of ways, an act of physical and emotional connection unlike any Pansy had ever had in the past. It was amazing to her how every move he made only heightened her enjoyment. She gasped and writhed, her breath hitching at the pinches to her breasts.
His voice was like music to her ears. She closed her eyes and gave into the sensations, the heat building within her, the tension through her whole form. "I love this," she laughed, gasping. "I can't believe we waited so long to do this," she added, giving a little shake of her head.
And then he was rubbing her. And pinching her. And thrusting inside. Pansy's calves, wrapped around his backside, tensed. Her back arched. She groaned, her voice coming in a whimper, and gently babbling, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna come again..." She said, then clenched down around him and froze up as her second climax washed over her. Her words turned into moans, guttural and deep as the pleasure washed over her.
As that second climax exploded from inside her, coating him; his body seemed eager and his hips crushed into hers, slamming into hers with power and an uncontrolled need--that precise control he had earlier was lost as pleasure racked him, and was lost as he grew closer and closer towards his own climax. Her warmth, wetness, it all clung to him lustfully. and he found his hips colliding with hers in such a way that it seemed like he was desperate for more; desperately seeking out more almost at an obsessive rate.
His frame shifted, and again his fingers played with his new favorite toy. Then, suddenly, he drew his hands away and slapped down against her thighs and her rear. A swat, followed by a squeeze and heavy breathing sent shivers along his spine. Back arching, he groaned deeply and he looked down at those bouncing breasts, and grinned before feeling his teeth clench. His body lurched, and that pleasure built through him. His hips became remarkably uncontrollable, and soon he was simply jerking out of reaction, before his fingers squeezed tight.
“Fuck... I’m... Pansy, I’m gonn...” He couldn’t even finish his words before his back lurched and he pushed as deep as he could go in one powerful thrust, lifting her off the bed as he released his own orgasm into her. His pleasure deep and his groan loud before he continued his thrusts, continuing to unload in her. His frame heaving with desire as he continued, continuing until he would finish.
Pansy had no idea that Peter was such a stud. Really. She thought they'd have fun together, she knew that they'd have good sex, but she'd had no idea how mind-blowing it was going to be. He was an animal. She was absolutely putty in his hands. It was unclear to her whether it was because he was an incredible lover, or whether her feelings for him made this a more special time than she'd ever experienced before.
"It's okay," she breathed, half-way between a moan and a sigh, when he spoke. She continued moving her hips against him, pulling him in against her with his legs and urging him on even through his climax. "Oh, God, oh, God," she finally moaned this time, her whole body humming.
She reached up and looped her fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him down against her to kiss him hungrily, sloppily. It was passionate and emotional, though wet and messy.
The grab at the back of his head had Peter pulled against her. He groaned against her lips, and the messiness of their passionate, and emotionally wet kiss was hungry; full of heat, and fire, and all of those different things that eagerly erupted from him. His hips were lustfully thrusting into her still, thrusting through his climax with powerful movements that centered on her. Though soon he stopped his thrusting and just settled against her for the moment, tongue rolling against hers.
He pressed her into the bed, grabbing and squeezing at her thighs, and rear; his other hand kneading and massaging at her breasts. Lips attacking and tongue ravishing her own, rolling with her own. He was hungry for her, lost in throes of passion with her; desperate for all that she could give him, all that she did give him.
He finally tore his lips away from hers, grinning as he looked into her eyes, “You’re amazing, Pansy. Absolutely fantastic.” He grinned before grabbing her lips with his again, mingling with her lustfully as he kissed her again, deeply and wantonly enraptured with her naked body beneath his.
This had been all she ever wanted and more.
She gave a couple feeble movements against him as he thrust through his climax. Pansy only wanted for him to enjoy it as much as she did. His lips were hungry, his hands wandering, and Pansy was just enjoying the ride. Everything he did was perfect, and she felt she needed to tell him so.
"Jesus, Peter," she breathed, then met his eyes. Even his voice was perfect. She returned his kiss, feeling incredibly needy and clingy, even though he'd physically exhausted her. Her hand came down to cup the side of his face, holding him against her as she kissed him. "...you're perfect. That was perfect. Oh, my God, how did you learn to do that?" She asked with a little laugh.
He laughed against her lips as they kissed. Settled up against her, enraptured by the emotions and heat of the dream they currently occupied. He loved every moment of it; the softness of her lips, the perfectness of her body, the power in her eyes, the gentle touch of her fingers. All of it drove Peter wild, and his grin only grew as he lightly kissed her as well. Gently, he brushed his own hand up and back through her hair just to swim in those eyes of hers.
“I don’t know, I guess you just bring out the best in me Pansy,” and another kiss, a lazy one, was set against her lips while he then slowly moved to lay next to her. Though his elbow had him held above her so he could continue to look down at her while kissing her. His hand moving up and down her stomach softly while he seemed to be lost in thought, “I’m only perfect because you make me perfect Pansy. I’d say it’s because you complete me, but then I’m just stealing lines from a movie, or a song, and then I’m just sad.” He laughed a bit before resting his forehead against hers, “But yea. It was perfect, and it was all because of you.”
Pansy let her fingertips trail gently along his cheek, simply staring up into his eyes in the darkness of the hotel room. She realized in that moment how deep her feelings were for him, though she wouldn't dare say it so early on in their relationship. The power of it was a little terrifying, but at the same time it felt good--warm and safe--straight through to her bones.
She turned and curled on her side, her naked body still pressed up against his. Her good arm remained up so she could stroke up and down his side, her bum shoulder tucked down under her to protect it. The kisses were lazy now, not as hungry or desperate as before, but just as emotional, just as meaningful. "Please don't quote Jerry Maguire at me," she teased.
"I can't believe we waited so long," she repeated. "If I'd known it was going to be like that, I would have jumped on you the first day we spent together."
He grinned while they kissed, and touched, and caressed. Doing all of those things that made the after glow all that much more meaningful and touching. He brushed his hand up along her side as well, looking into her eyes as he laughed a bit, “Fine, no Jerry Maguire. I won’t ask you to show me any money or anything like that.” He then touched his lips against hers again, her naked frame against his; the feeling rather intoxicating in and of itself.
Laughing still, he shrugged, “Yea, but I have no intention of waiting that long again. I doubt I can even wait until morning.” He was kidding of course, but he had every ounce of intention on making this weekend quite the ride, and he didn’t mean just the Disney ones. His hand curled into her waist as he continued to kiss her, breathing her in a moment before finally laying his head on the pillow while staring up at her.
“But yea, I think I would have liked you jumping me that first night. Would have saved me a lot of time wondering if I was doing things correctly or if you were even remotely interested,” he laughed before biting at her lower lip. Then kissing her again, “So, I figure if it was that perfect. I insist you brag to all of your friends, for the sake of my own selfish desire to rise in the eyes of mortal men everywhere.”
He then grinned, “Kidding, of course. Though something tells me this weekend’s going to see a lot of rides, and I don’t mean just tea cups and roller coasters.”
"Good. Because I can tell you with complete honesty that you're far, far more sexy than Tom Cruise or Cuba Gooding Junior. Put together." Pansy said, lifting her hand to tap the tip of his nose. There was a playful, happy grin on her features as she talked with him, cuddled with him, let her hands wander his form. This was some sort of happy dream, something she didn't understand. She'd never felt like this before. Never.
For a moment Pansy debated whether or not she was even going to tell her friends about this experience. She didn't want to go into details with Alice or Katniss, didn't want to share whatever it was that this was. It might spoil the magic.
"I wouldn't say no to another go before morning." She said, softly. Playfully. "This is my favorite ride in Disneyland." She leaned in and rested her head against his shoulder, just breathing him in and feeling his warmth. "I dunno what I did to deserve someone like you, Pete."
He laughed when he felt her head place against his shoulder and he just wrapped his arms around her. Tracing his fingers idly up and down the spine in her back, leaning back into the pillows as he wrapped her naked form up against his, before letting his other hand lift up and brush through her hair, while the other continued its dance on her spine. She simply felt incredible, the way she settled against him. He loved it, really he could almost say he loved her--hell he probably did, but just wouldn’t admit that yet. It was too soon. But this moment, this feeling; what else could it be other than that?
Yet, he’d never give in and tell her that, not yet, not so soon. He wanted to keep her so much, that he didn’t want to risk scaring her off. Hearing her though, he shrugged, “Me? Oh you didn’t deserve someone like me, you earned someone like me. Which I guess means deserved too. Hush, I may not always be very good at this.” He laughed before shrugging, “Seems I wonder the same thing about being with you, Pansy. How can I possibly have deserved, or even landed a perfect girl like yourself? And then I think, maybe that’s how--maybe because we both feel that way, that’s how we deserved the other.”
He shrugged, before resting his forehead against hers, “And favorite ride at Disneyland, huh? Well I’d like to say this ride is available 24/7, it’s free, and very, very exclusive. What’s more? It can go in many different directions and positions, it’s really an unlimited sort of riding experience--turns out you’re my favorite ride in Disneyland too. And kind of my favorite view in all of California, or the world for that matter.”
It was probably too soon for either of them to admit it. There would undoubtedly come a time when the two of them would confess their deep feelings for each other, and there even may be a time when they admit when those feelings started. But right now Pansy was content to simply lay against him, cuddled close, and breathe deeply. The feelings were so very good, but Pansy was happy to keep them inside.
Pansy chuckled a little. "I think you might break me if every time was as good as that." She said, grinning. "Maybe." She said, thoughtfully. "I like the thought of that. Sounds like kismet, or fate, or something. We found each other because we were both... I dunno, looking?" She laughed. "No, I wasn't looking." Not for something like this. This was beyond her wildest dreams.
Her grin spread and she finally lifted her head and popped up on her shoulder to smile down at him. Unfortunately it was her bad shoulder, so she winced a bit and flopped back down. "Good. I'm a very, very exclusive, very, very adaptable ride, myself." She said, then leaned over and kissed the skin of his chest. "We should sleep, though. I want to get an early start to the park tomorrow."
Peter ran his fingers up and down her side, over the soft and supple skin of her own. He chuckled at the feeling, she felt amazing against him, and the kiss to his chest caused him to snuggle her up closer to him and then laid his head back against the pillow. Nodding in agreement, he tapped his fingers along her body, “I’m torn on whether or not I want to break you, I mean on one hand it’d suck to break you; however, on the other hand if everytime was that good, well it might be worth it.”
He quipped of course, then chuckled before looking down at her, “And yea, I wasn’t really looking either. Guess we just stumbled into each other; maybe that’s how we’re fated together or whatever you might call it. And yea, either way, we should probably get some sleep. I think an early day to the park’s a good idea; that way we can enjoy it before getting crushed by tourists and children of all ages.”
As he closed his eyes, he found himself remarkably comfortable with her wrapped up in his arms, fingers just gently kneading, slowly sliding back and forth, absently caressing as he fell into a relaxed sleep with her.