His mouth turned up at the corner in a half-hearted smirk. Of course he was thinking too much, despite his best efforts. She slid off her seat, and he turned, his eyes following the sway of her hips and the way her hair fell around her face. She came in close, and for a moment, he almost leaned away. But he didn’t want to. He needed this, needed a focus to make all the conflicting thoughts and feelings shut up for a while. He wanted to be touched, to touch her, to lose himself and have that brief little illusion of peace. Then she was kissing him.
Always so hungry for human contact, Peter didn’t hesitate to kiss back, sliding his hands onto her waist to draw her in closer. He took his time with it, his eyes closing as he relearned the feel of her curves and her lips against his. Just a simple gentle kiss, and it was already lighting his nerves on fire. He broke the kiss, but only for a moment to adjust the angle, parting his lips to deepen the kiss just a little.