After Dusk • Peter Hayes 2

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Piper felt her body being set alight when his lips touched hers, partially due to the sheer passion behind the kiss and his recent words, partly due to the fact she had now been soaked in warm shower water, not that she cared in any way, right now all she cared about was Peter fucking Hayes. Again.

Her hands immediately dove up to grab the locks on the back of his head, tugging intimately while she tried to take in air between kisses. They had been like animals, clawing at each other. Like starved animals.

Peter had starved himself for far too long and he was ready to devour her. Even if his guilt would eat him alive after, he was allowing himself one more moment to love her openly. One more kiss which he could prove just how he felt even if he was never able to show it again. He was prepared for what would happen to him. He knew as soon as Jeanine had captured Tris she'd be expecting him to fight on her side. He knew what he'd gotten himself in for, he knew betraying Jeanine would end in his death but so long as Piper was safe, that was all that mattered.

So he had thought of this as his final luxury and thus he could die a happy man.

Her clawing at his chest to pull him closer hinted at what she really wanted, pulling back ever so slightly from her lips he let on of his hands tap her wet thigh, "jump" she had done just as instructed without delay, jumping up for him to grab.

His hands nestled comfortably spread out at the very top of the underneath of her thighs. His lips found hers while her back collided with the far wall, the shower water now soaking Peter's bare back.

Neither of them cared about where they were nor that they were locked up, neither of them cared about the time. They only cared about each other.

"Please" she whispered between kisses, "please don't push me away" ensuring to grab and kiss him after every word, "I need you" she confirmed, "I need this" he gave her a slow but meaningful nod, confirming he wasn't going to just drop her and leave this cut short. Confirming he wanted this just as much if not more than she did.

"I always need you baby" his words were so quiet and faint she almost hadn't heard them.

She hadn't responded, she only kissed him in response, digging her nails into the skin at the top of her back at the feeling of his lips moving from her own to her neck. Sucking sweetly while he kissed and nipped.

I love you, she wanted to scream, but she hadn't had the courage since she'd last said it and he'd only stared at her blankly.

One of his hands moved to the waistband of her shorts while his body pushed into hers, that along with his hand now against her ass held her up comfortably.

He hadn't wanted to do anything she wasn't comfortable with but he excessive nodding and tugging at his hair let him know she was indeed comfortable with this. So, he pulled back for a brief moment to carefully set her down on her feet with the water still lashing off his back. Watching while she looked up at him with those damn eyes. Blue.

To her surprise Peter dropped down onto his knee, his hands firmly gripping her hips he leaned forward to plant delicate kisses down the centre of her stomach.

Peter Hayes was quite literally on his knees for her, loving her like she were some sort of queen.

His soft and wet lips felt like they burned into her skin in the best way imaginable. Watching between moans while he began to kiss from one hip across the top of her waist band to the other hip. Unable to help her head falling back to the wall while her eyes closed enjoying the pleasure his touch alone provided. She knew damn well he wasn't exactly going to fuck her, they didn't tend to provide any form of protection in erudite prison like rooms but this was more than enough. Feeling his rough fingers against her soft flesh while she slowly pulled the soaked shorts down, kissing what felt like each and every inch of skin around her while he pulled them down, eventually letting them fall to pool around her feet.