[He felt good? He felt good? She felt like Peter had won the lottery on his birthday which had suddenly been moved to Christmas. In a dream. In Heaven. With his parents and Uncle Ben waiting outside for dinner later. Jesus. She said that and he answered with something that suspiciously sounded like 'I love you', but garbled and strangled and ended with an arm tightening around her middle and his hips thrusting up into her. His other hand went back to the wall, holding onto it to remind himself not to hurt the precious wonder in his lap.]
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