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Rose stretched lazily across the sheets, her head propped up on one elbow as she watched Peter meticulously fold yet another t-shirt into his backpack. Even on their day off, he couldn't help being perfectly organized.
It’s a Sunday morning and Peter was once again packing as he’s off to another mission in… Yemen? Or was it Qatar? Somewhere. See, she really didn’t know all the details too well ‘cause as he had told her the night before: “that’s obviously classified, Rose”.
All she knows is that he’ll be gone for another month. Maybe longer if they need him to.
The week went by too quickly, she thinks to herself and frowns.
She’s been avoiding thinking about not seeing him again for so long but now as she’s watching him pack, she couldn’t help but feel glum.
She’s really gonna miss him.
Him and his gray shirts and gray socks.
"You know," she mused, a playful smile tugging at her lips, "when I imagined living with a night agent, I figured there'd be more secret compartments and hidden weapons, less color-coded sock drawers."
Peter looked up from his folding, trying and failing to suppress a grin. "Sorry to disappoint. Would it help if I installed a panic room?"
"Mmm, maybe. But I was thinking more like... a hidden hot tub."
"A hidden hot tub," he repeated, abandoning his bag to sit beside her on the bed. "And where exactly would we hide this hot tub?"
Rose sat up, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Okay, so picture this: our dream house. It's got this gorgeous library—"
"Of course it does."
"Shush, I'm visualizing. This library, right? But there's this one bookshelf that, when you pull out the complete works of Tom Clancy—"
"Naturally."
"—it reveals this amazing secret garden with a hot tub surrounded by fairy lights." She flopped back onto the pillows. "Tell me that wouldn't be perfect."
Peter stretched out beside her, propping himself up on one elbow to mirror her earlier position. "You've really thought this through, haven't you?"
"Hey, a girl's gotta have dreams. Besides, don't act like you haven't thought about it too. I've seen your browser history – all those zillow listings?"
Peter looks away, almost embarrassed. "I was just... being thorough."
"Uh-huh. Mr. 'Let-me-just-check-the-structural-integrity-of-every-house-in-California.'" She poked his chest playfully. "Come on, spill. What's your dream house must-have?"
Peter furrows his brows and shrugs. "I don’t know, like a really good security system."
"Peter."
"What? It's practical!" He laughed at her exasperated expression. "Fine. A big kitchen. So I can cook for you. We’ve had enough takeouts.”
She laughs at that and tries to suppress a smile.
“Also, you know one of those islands where you can sit and have coffee in the morning? That’d be nice. I know you like to work on your laptop in the morning. And... maybe a garden. A real one, not just the secret hot tub kind."
Rose's expression softened. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Something we could work on together.”
"I like that," Rose murmured, sliding closer to him. "Though I kinda still want my secret hot tub."
Peter laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "Tell you what – we can have both. A normal garden for growing actual plants, and a secret one for your ridiculous spy movie fantasies." He shakes his head.
"They're not ridiculous," Rose protested, though she was smiling. "They're ambitious."
"Ambitious," Peter repeated, leaning closer. "That's one word for it."
Rose closed the remaining distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss that held all the promises of lazy Sundays and future dreams. When she pulled back, her eyes were twinkling.
Peter wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his chest. "So... is that a yes to the hot tub?"
She smiles and Peter bent over and kissed her. That was answer enough. He presses his forehead to hers.
They stay like that for several minutes, wrapped around one another, content just to be together. Until Peter suddenly fell backwards onto the bed, taking Rose with him.
She squealed, taken by surprise by the sudden movement. "Peter!" He rolled them over so that Rose was on her back and he was hovering above her.
She was laughing until she wasn’t. Rose's breath caught as she stared up into Peter's eyes.
“I wish you didn’t have to leave.” She says to him under her breath, he almost didn’t catch it.
He leaned down, his lips just a whisper away from hers “I know,” and Rose closed her eyes in anticipation. “me too.”
When he kissed her it was like every nerve cell in her body was on fire. She opened her mouth willingly as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, and she threaded her fingers through his hair.
They stop and she looks at his eyes once again, suddenly dark with intensity and desire.
Peter...made her feel things she had never felt before. He awakened womanly desires in her that she had only read about before. Sure, there were college hook-ups. But before him she had never kissed anyone this deeply, or felt anything like this. But Peter...he made her want everything with him. The love, the passion, Peter's lips, his body, his hands wandering up her chest and down to her hips...it was sweet temptation.
He kissed his way down her neck, making Rose moan as he suckled on her pulse. The thin strap of her top fell down her shoulder and Peter slowly pulled the straps down, revealing her lace bra to his gaze. Peter's breath caught as she pulled her bra off, his eyes on her breasts.
No matter how many times he's seen them (and it's been plenty now), Peter still looked at her bare breasts like they were the most wonderful presents he had ever seen. Rose was sometimes self-conscious about her body, and she was more afraid than she would admit of the night when Peter would see her fully naked for the first time, but when he looked at her like she was a goddess, Rose felt confident, powerful, and more forward than she ever thought she could be. She didn’t care. It was Peter. Peter who brought out another side of her, a side that she hadn't known existed before him and that Rose was excited to explore.
He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, the nub hardening instantly beneath his touch. He looked up at her, watching her reactions carefully, a silent question in his eyes. She nodded at him and Peter lowered his mouth, capturing her hardened nub between his lips. He rubbed her other nipple with his fingers while he sucked on one and Rose writhed beneath him, breathing hard and biting her lip to contain her moans. “Fuck,”
Peter switched to the other breast, pressing his tongue hard against the nub and making Rose's body arch beneath him. His eyes not leaving her face as his hand smoothed down her body, over her stomach, and softly touched her between her legs. Just the light touch made Rose's core burn with need and her legs parted.
Peter touched her through her shorts, making Rose whimper softly. He let her nipple go with a pop and watched her carefully as his hand made its way into her shorts. Rose gasped as he rubbed her through her cotton panties.
It felt so good... so so good. She wanted more of his touch, so much more.
"Peter!" She gasped. His thumb pressed against her clit at the same time that he suckled hard on her breast, making her moan. She quickly slapped her hand over her mouth, much too aware of the thin walls of her apartment.
Peter kissed her and Rose hauled his body down to hers, wanting to feel the weight of him on her, wanting to feel everything. She pulled his shirt up and over his head, Peter pulling away from her lips only to help her. He continued kissing her, her body lighting on fire with his every touch, her core aching to be touched, to be filled...
She lay back on the bed with her arms stretched out above her head, lifting her chest up invitingly. Peter moaned and cupped both breasts in his hands, puckering up the nipples with his fingers, then he laved her left breast with his mouth while his hand kept working the other one. Rose moaned and writhed beneath him.
"Peter!" She shouted when he unexpectedly bit down on her nipple, the pleasure-pain shooting electricity down to her core. He laved her nipple with his tongue, soothing away any of the hurt and making Rose arch up beneath him.
She could feel the wetness seeping from between her thighs. She ached...oh, she ached so much. And she needed...Rose didn't know what but Peter seemed to sense what she needed as his hand crept up beneath her shorts. As soon as his hand cupped her mound Rose's legs spread wide open.
“Fuck Rose,” He curses under his breath at the wetness he found there seeping through her panties and rubbed her hard, making Rose moan and arch up beneath him.
But she needed more. Her body craved more. But this was the point where Peter usually stopped, and sure enough, he gave her a sweet kiss on the lips and started to pull his hand out from beneath her shorts. Rose whimpered and grabbed his hand, putting it back where she wanted it.
She could see the hesitation in Peter's eyes as he looked down at her, but Rose didn't care. She physically ached and she thought she might go crazy if she didn't get some relief.
Peter slipped a finger into her panties, touching her bare, wet lips. Rose cried out from the jolt of pleasure that one simple touch brought and Peter startled, quickly slipping his finger out. Rose whined and grabbed his wrist to keep his hand in place.
"Peter, Peter, Peter.." His name a mantra, the plea in her voice and in her eyes crashed through Peter's resolve, she could see it in his eyes. She was almost in physical pain and there was no way he could resist her.
She nodded vigorously. "Yes, Peter, please…"
Peter kissed her hard and Rose didn't know what she expected but it wasn't him removing his hand from between her legs. She whined against his lips.
"Wait, Rose, come here," Peter murmured against her lips. He moved off her and repositioned them so that he was sitting up on the headboard and Rose was leaning against him with her back to his front.
He kissed her shoulder and then slipped his hand back beneath her shorts. Rose opened her legs eagerly. This time Peter slid his hand into the waistband of her panties. He paused.
"Rose,"
She arched her hips up in response.
He slid his hand down into her and Rose moaned at the feel of his bare hand on her bare mound. He parted her lips and rubbed her clit and she gasped.
"Rose, tell me if I'm hurting you..." Peter groaned into her ear. "Or if you wanna stop..."
She shook her head and moved her hips up. "No, no, please keep going," She gasped, barely getting the words out with the waves of pleasure she was experiencing.
Deep inside Rose appreciated Peter being a considerate gentleman but she also wished he knew just how much she trusted him. That she would let him do anything to her because she knew he would never purposefully hurt her. And she loved him. She loved him so much that she ached to show him just how much with her body, because sometimes she feels that words fall short of expressing the depth of her love for him.
Peter rubbed her clit harder with two fingers and Rose reached down to show him the circling motion that she had discovered she liked. But oh it felt so much better with someone else's...no, with Peter's...fingers than just her own. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her hips arched up as Peter found a really good rhythm. Oh, he was good at this. The roughness of his fingers just added to the delicious sensation.
Peter pushed her underwear down her thighs to give himself more room and Rose helped him push them down past her knees.
She could feel him hard against her lower back and Peter groaned loudly when she lifted up and rubbed her ass up against him. He circled her clit harder in retaliation, which made Rose let out a little scream and he laughed roughly in her ear.
He bit down on her shoulder, making her gasp.
He slipped his pointer finger further down but paused. Rose moaned and lifted her hips up to indicate her consent and Peter pushed his finger inside of her.
"’This good?" He asked, his voice rough and deep and sending a shiver down Rose's spine.
She nodded and he kept pushing until he was deep inside her and Rose was panting. Peter had pulled his legs up and Rose gripped his knees to steady herself as she arched up to meet the thrusts of his finger. Her head rolled back onto Peter's shoulder and he wiped the sweat now dotting her forehead and making her hair stick to her skin.
With his left hand, Peter cupped and squeezed her breast, rolling her nipples while his finger continued to thrust inside of her. When a second finger joined the first Rose let out a yell. It felt so good to be filled with his thick, long fingers, roughened by calluses...
She was right there...she could feel it, it was like her body was going to explode. But she needed more. She whimpered and reached down to stimulate her clit, carnal instinct taking over, not caring how she looked almost fully naked spread out in Peter's arms and touching herself.
Peter reached down with his left hand and moved her hand away, taking over the job of rubbing her clit. The dual sensations of his fingers inside of her and rubbing her was too much and Rose threw her head back on his shoulder and let out a long moan as her body shook in the most intense pleasure she had ever known.
Rose thought she had known orgasms before. But the tiny tremors she had given herself with her own fingers (while thinking of Peter) paled in comparison to this earthquake rocking her body.
She had never in her life felt anything like this before.
She slumped back into his arms, panting as she came down from her high. Peter's fingers were still inside her and the sensation was too much on her sensitive nerves, bordering on pain. She squirmed a little and whimpered and Peter carefully withdrew his fingers. He pressed kisses to her sweaty forehead while Rose kept her eyes closed, working on getting her breathing under control.
After a few minutes, when she had fully recovered, Rose turned slightly and kissed Peter, reaching up behind herself to wrap an arm behind his neck.
"So when are you coming back home again?" she teases, feeling spent.
Peter lets out a snort and shakes his head. Rose bursts into giggles, her laughter infectious until they're both caught in a moment of pure, unguarded joy. Their laughter mingles in the quiet room, a melody that belongs only to them.
As their chuckles finally subside, they settle into a comfortable silence, fingers intertwined. Sometimes, they both realized, home isn't a place you return to—it's the person who makes you feel like you never left.