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It happens about four weeks after they start dating - really dating.
He drives her home on a Friday evening and when he pulls up in front of her doorway, she doesn't get out right away. Saying something silly, babbling under her nose - a typical Lara Jean. He finds it amusing - he finds her amusing - so much that he cannot repress the need of putting his hand on her knee. He likes to touch her.
"So the yoghurt went up Kitty's nose and she started laughing so it actually got - " she doesn't finish her sentence, goes quiet when his hands abandons the end of her pink knee sock and goes a bit higher, touches the hem of her skirt. It's amazing really, the effect he has on her. He watches her breath quicken as he strokes her skin with his thumb - a movement simple as that.
Lara Jean turns to him, then. A small smile on her face, she raises her eyebrow in this incredibly awkward but at the same time frustrating way of hers. It makes him want to rip the skirt off her right away.
But he doesn't do that. Because he's in love with Lara Jean and he respects her, and whatever animal needs he needs to suppress, he will.
However, she leans in. There is a spark in her eye - Peter thinks it looks like a golden stars. She gets a bit closer, puts her hand on top of his, the one that is still resting on her thigh. And he just can't help it. His mouth are on hers in a matter of a second. It's gentle and soft, honey and milk combined. It usually ends at that, their nightly escapades, a kiss which leaves him lingering, yearning for something more. But tonight she squeezes his hand on her thigh and then moves her upwards and he just has to growl. It comes out low, unexpected. Lara Jean breaks away for just a moment, looks at him. His breath is getting heavier.
And then her lips attack his and, oh God, he feels like he is burning. Peter doesn't realise how tight his grip on her thigh is until she lifts her leg up and swings it over his side, straddling his lap.
It's not new, that hunger in her, because he has seen it already, her attempts to keep it down. It was blossoming slowly, ever since the hot tub incident. Everytime they talked, held hands, cuddled, kissed it was growing in anticipation. And it's starting to explode now.
It's a battle of tongues, heavy breathing, hands, gripping, everything. His body is on fire.
He loses it, not the first time, the moment she bites his lip and rocks on his crotch. Peter moans and breaks them apart only to move down her chin and stop and that one spot on her neck, just beneath her earlobe, which makes her grip his arms tighter and breathe heavily. He discovered that quite recently.
He can't help it. He sucks and licks and bites and kisses and -
"Peter - " her voice is low, huskey. It's barely a whisper but it makes him go crazy. His hands grip her hips like it's his only lifeline and he's drowning. She keeps on rocking back and forth, arches even more to give him more access to her neck and he doubles his effort on her neck and she gives these little moans and he's just so damn hard.
"Lara Jean." He breathes. "I - uh, I don't think I can take this any longer. I mean, I'm just…"
She freezes a little, stops the movements and leans back. She tilts her head and smiles.
"I know what you mean."
And then she rocks on him a bit more before getting off of him abruptly. He fights a moan and suppresses a sigh.
"Those books of yours must have taught you something." he states as his breath slowly comes back to its normal pace. She giggles a little and the moment he looks at her, her cheeks go bright red.
It's ridiculous really, how she gets so confident during a heat of a moment and minutes later she goes back to her usual self. He loves every bit of it and he feels proud to be the one to trigger that.
They get out of the car some time later and he walks her to the door. She turns around to kiss him goodnight and that's when he notices it.
"Uh oh."
"What?"
It's her first hickey. Still forming, not a big one, but he bets that it will be easily noticeable the next morning.
"You might want to cover your neck with something tomorrow."
Her eyes widen at the realisation.
"Oh my God, Peter!"
More to come. I turned out to be a Lara Jean/Peter sucker. This chapter is just a start, so I'm keeping the rating T for now, but it might change to M, depends on the feedback from you guys.
