"Ulterior Motives" - A Short Snippet (Patreon)

Based on the commission, "A mild spicy Dr. Grey snippet."

You're not an outdoorsy person. You hate dirt. You hate insects. You hate the sensation of sweat sticking to your clothes, your shoes flecked in mud. But...floating in the middle of a lake on a rowboat, sitting in Peter's lap? This...well, this isn't too bad at all. 

"I'm starting to think you had an ulterior motive, bringing me out here," you say. 

Peter chuckles, close to your ear, and his thumb gently rubs against your wrist. Technically, he's showing you the proper way to hold a fishing pole. In reality, leaning up against him, his arms wrapped around you...you couldn't be less interested in whatever catch you pull up. 

"I don't know what you mean," he says mildly, before pressing a soft kiss to your neck. 

"If you wanted to have sex with me, there are other places." You tilt your head, shiver as his lips touch your skin, trail down to your shoulder. 

"I'm fishing." You don't need to look at Peter to know that he's smiling. "What you want on the other hand...Well, you just have to be honest."

"I want to fish, too," you retort, and you feel more than hear Peter chuckle.

"Don't lie, love." His hands slide from his arms to your thighs, just the slightest pressure against your jeans. "We both know that you hate nature."

"I don't hate nature." You resist the urge to drop the fishing pole, to just grab his hands and move them higher. "I...just appreciate other things."

"Oh?" He catches your earlobe in his mouth; you bite your lip. Damn him. He's playing with you. "What other things might that be?"

You huff out a breath. "I will fling this pole into the water if you don't touch me in the next three seconds."

"We can't have that," he murmurs, and then lightly plucks the fishing pole from your grasp, secures it to the side of the boat. His hands finally inch their way up your thighs, spreading them just that little bit wider. 

"Tell me," he says. "How should we pass our time?"