[ Those words twisted something in his chest. Mine. He'd never colored Peter as possessive, but secretly, quietly, he liked it. It made his pulse flutter, and not just because of what they were about to do. He didn't like how Letha looked at Peter, the way she lit up. They should talk about, of course, but Letha hardly talked to him that much these days. Roman wasn't the sort to reach out and extend olive branches.
He laughed, grinning as he pulled Peter under one of the other bleachers, fingers curling in his hair and pulling him in for a kiss. His beautiful gypsy. Roman couldn't admit it to himself, not yet, but Peter wasn't the only one with a possessive streak. He pulled away with a grin, moving over to where he could brace his hands against the metal supports. ]
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He laughed, grinning as he pulled Peter under one of the other bleachers, fingers curling in his hair and pulling him in for a kiss. His beautiful gypsy. Roman couldn't admit it to himself, not yet, but Peter wasn't the only one with a possessive streak. He pulled away with a grin, moving over to where he could brace his hands against the metal supports. ]
You gonna fuck me, or just talk about it, gypsy?