Hormones are no joke
![]() Alcohol, an irresponsible situation, and a backseat of a vehicle all optional. Teenage angst and hormones not optional. All teenage characters from any time, setting, or canon welcome, as are adult characters aged down.
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![]() Alcohol, an irresponsible situation, and a backseat of a vehicle all optional. Teenage angst and hormones not optional. All teenage characters from any time, setting, or canon welcome, as are adult characters aged down.
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Peter couldn’t talk at all for a moment, going into complete sensory overload as her hand continued to touch the inside of his thigh and the strap of her jumpsuit seemed to just fall off her shoulder. It had already provided a nice view but now Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of her at the moment. It wasn’t like he had been previously unaware of the fact that Maggie possessed breasts or that they were nice. It was just that now they seemed on display in a way she hadn’t been before.
His hand moved down her cheek her her shoulder, tracing along the impossibly warm and soft skin there. It was like touching electric velvet as he moved his hand along her arm, like he couldn’t possibly remove it away from her skin. Peter hoped that he didn’t have to, it felt like the one thing he wanted to touch for the rest of his life.
“I’ve got a nice things to say to you,” he said, leaning in so that he could whisper the words in her ear. His head titled down lower, nuzzling along her next with kisses that weren’t quite there. Peter could swear he could taste her on his lips though, that he could feel the essence of her flicker like a flame along his skin as it consumed him.
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