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Betaed by the amazing Mrs. Agget.
TREINTA Y SIETE
"Please, don't cry..." I murmured, my forehead against his.
When he calmed down a little, I pulled back and looked into his beautiful hazel eyes.
"One time you told me that when you looked into my eyes, you could see the entire universe in them."
Peter smiled and nodded, kissing my eyelids softly. "I still can."
"And if the lights go out?"
He pulled back, his red rimmed eyes glistening with love and understanding.
"Close your eyes," he asked gently.
I smirked, but did as he told me.
"Can you see me?"
I chuckled and shook my head. "Of course not."
"Then how do you know I'm still here with you?"
"Because I can hear you."
"And what if I stay silent? How do you know I'm still here?"
I smiled and touched his chest. "Because I can touch you..." I slid my hand up his chest to his neck and up to his jaw. I leaned in, burying my nose where his neck met his shoulder. "And I can smell you..." I kissed his pulse point and then moved my lips to his, not putting any pressure, just letting them touch softly. "And I can kiss you."
I felt Peter's hand at the back of my neck, pulling me close. Our lips met fully and the kiss was everything we felt for the other. Tender, deep, and filled with love. I could feel the kiss deep in my bones. When we parted to catch our breath, we removed each other's clothes slowly, our touches tender, reconnecting us.
"I'm really sorry for not telling you, Jasper."
"Ssshhh... I understand," I said against his lips, pulling him closer to me.
Peter lay down between my legs, kissing down my neck and collarbone. "I love you, so much."
"Me too, Peter. Always," I moaned.
Our lovemaking that night was an expression of our love. It was slow, gentle, and I felt worshipped by him.
It was us.
Just us.
Not really a lemon... but at least they made up, right?