His response, or his lack-there-of made Liz tense a little under his arms. Her eyes went back to search his as she pressed her lips together thoughtfully.
"Peter." His name quiet on her tired voice. She shifted on the bed so she was up higher, her head closer to his own now, leaning on one of the arms so she was propped up.
"Do you want to have sex with me?" It didn't sound like a request, but an actual question of intent.
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Date: 2018-05-08 04:19 pm (UTC)"Peter." His name quiet on her tired voice. She shifted on the bed so she was up higher, her head closer to his own now, leaning on one of the arms so she was propped up.
"Do you want to have sex with me?" It didn't sound like a request, but an actual question of intent.