HARLEY:

STAY STRONG HARLEY! Was the mantra that was going off in her head the second she felt Peter’s strong arms wrap around her waist. The nuzzle to her neck followed by the wandering hand that disappeared between her legs was enough to make her wake. For a brief second, she faltered as she felt her body naturally quiver against his touch as she felt a pool of heat rush between her legs. DAMN HIM for being so undeniably sexy and knowing how to play her like a fiddle when the situation presented itself.

But somehow, someway she managed to muster up some inner strength and she pulled herself together. Her hand wrapped around his wrist in an attempt to stop his hands from going any further and she tried her best to wiggle out his grasp. NOPE! If he wanted it, he’d have to work for it! 

                  “This ain’t about turnin’ YOU on. The shop is CLOSED for business
                    Peter. So I suggest y’get used to yer hand, Mister!”

          ^{able to feel her curvaceous body react to his skilled touch has him grinning just beneath the surface. outwardly, his expression is best described as sardonic. neither of them can resist the other, so acting like it’s possible just gives one of them a point to prove. if quill didn’t know her so well, he’d of backed off when she grabbed at his hand – but he knows the truth of the matter. teeth gnash down hard on her neck, undoubtedly leaving a lustful mark upon her fair skin.} 

          ^{knowing that he’s put a dent in her defenses, the rhythm of his hand gets slower, longer & stronger. his hips push up against her backside for her to feel him grow beneath the jeans. kissing along her neck, he moves to the shell of her ear & whispers deep. words are teasing, dirty, obscene. they’re recounting memories of blissful lust – promising for it to continue, for her in particular.}