Her smile widens, too, as he leans over again to press kisses on her. She closes her eyes as she parts her lips and kisses him back, slowly and tenderly. Her free hand finding a place behind his neck to keep him close and even as he pulls away she slides hand along his shoulder down to his forearm.

There's a moment she looks nothing but pleased, like a cat that's found a new warm spot where to lie on. The word 'talk' still echoes badly to her ears but this time she lets it be, it's really not worth to get mad about. Tact had never been Peter's strongest suite, especially in the mornings apparently, so there was really no point in starting to fuss about his choices with words.

Lazily she moves her hands away from him and finally reaches for her MID, opening it and fumbles around the keys as she takes a little longer than usually when trying to find right letters.

what do you want to talk about?