Ginger didn't push him for an answer, despite the slightly drawn on silence that was bordering on the line of uncomfortable. She waited, albeit impatiently, for a reply. With her head tilted slightly to one side, she watched him as he processed everything that was happening right now. He was probably, as he often did, over-thinking the whole thing again. She could understand why he might be a bit wary, hesitant, but she hoped he didn't feel like he really had to be.
She didn't resist when he grabbed her, pulling her into another short kiss. She grinned against his lips, nodding a bit, "Total fucking mess," she agreed, chuckling softly. "Completely worth every bit of it." And this time the kiss was deeper and she lifted herself onto her toes to reach him just a little better, hands sliding across his chest, one hand clenching the material of his shirt. There was no hesitation when his tongue traced her lip, she immediately opened her mouth and pushed the kiss that much deeper because, dammit, she needed this. More than she'd realized. And it wasn't because it was Peter, not in the way people would assume. But she did need the familiarity.