Be cool, Quill, he tells himself, trying to calm his hammering heart while it threatens to crack open his ribs. He licks his lips again – a nervous sort of tic – and predictably, a dull sort of chill accompanies the press of her nose against his skin. It's easily ignored, though, considering the soft press of her lips.
When she pulls back, he— sort of just stares at her while the lights above flash green and teal, playing across her face, catching in the silver lines etched into her cheeks and brow, and— man, she's stunning. Drop-dead fucking gorgeous. Hot as hell. For a second, his breath catches in his chest before it drifts out of him in a soft, disbelieving sort of laugh.
Peter leans forward after that, slowly closing the space, giving her time to draw back or put a stop to this.
Hopefully his intentions are clear enough. Because this is 100% going to be a kiss. ]
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Shit, this is actually happening, isn't it?
Be cool, Quill, he tells himself, trying to calm his hammering heart while it threatens to crack open his ribs. He licks his lips again – a nervous sort of tic – and predictably, a dull sort of chill accompanies the press of her nose against his skin. It's easily ignored, though, considering the soft press of her lips.
When she pulls back, he— sort of just stares at her while the lights above flash green and teal, playing across her face, catching in the silver lines etched into her cheeks and brow, and— man, she's stunning. Drop-dead fucking gorgeous. Hot as hell. For a second, his breath catches in his chest before it drifts out of him in a soft, disbelieving sort of laugh.
Peter leans forward after that, slowly closing the space, giving her time to draw back or put a stop to this.
Hopefully his intentions are clear enough. Because this is 100% going to be a kiss. ]