"I don't like you" she paused briefly after talking, ensuring Peter had his eyes on her, "I never did" he was hurt by her words even if that had been what he wanted. His goal was to prove to her how much better her life would be without him, so he wouldn't have to break her heart by telling her about Will, so he could keep her safe and yet here he was, feeling as though his heart had been torn from his chest.

He wanted to speak but he just couldn't think of what to say, not that he had to wait long after looking down for her soft fingers to tilt his head back up.

"I love you"

He believed her words prior to that had ruined him but now, now he was in ruin. She hadn't said loved, there was no past tense to her words. She was telling him now that she loved him. Her brows raising in the middle hoping to hear the same in return.

He wanted to, he wanted to tell her he loved her too, loved her so much he was prepared to pretend otherwise just to keep her safe. He had wanted to hear those three little words come from her mouth just as they had, but on the other hand he needed her not to have said what she said because now he was staring at those big dilated eyes, her parted lips and her chest that was rising more rapidly now due to his silence and all he wanted to do was kiss her until his lips turned purple and numb.

He felt his eyes fall to her own, her pink lips that he hadn't tasted in far too long.

He tried to peel his eyes away, knowing hers were on him and that she'd see his staring. She'd take that as it was and know he wanted her but he simply could not take his eyes off her.

He just needed to hope she'd pull away from him, that she'd realise this was a bad idea and he was a bad person and she'd pull back. He needed her to pull back because if she touched him, if she spoke another word, if she leaned in, he knew he didn't have the strength to stop it.

If she leaned in to kiss him, he wouldn't object.

His heart wanted her to lean in, he wanted to kiss her, only that the way he would kiss her would tell all, it would tell her how much he painstakingly inevitably and wholeheartedly loved her. His head on the other hand told him to push her away, not to allow her the opportunity to kiss him because he knew she could ask anything of him and he'd do it if she really needed it, like right now, she'd just had a nightmare which entailed her dead best friend telling her how she should've saved him, how she should've been the  life which was lost, right now she needed to know what happened and if she asked, he knew he'd tell her.

"Peter?" His name sounded like the nectar of the Gods falling from her lips.

His eyes closed as he breathed in, getting tangled up in her clean scent while he did. He looked aggravated to Piper. His jaw tensed, along with his arms while moved his head as if to crack his neck. Piper placed her fingers gentle on his forearm yet again.

At that he let out a gruff breath.

"Is something wrong?" Her voice was timid and very unlike her. Peter let out a low chuckle at that, opening his eyes to look in hers.

It was as though they sparkled.

"Is something wrong?" He repeated her words watching as she questioningly nodded to confirm that had been what she had asked, "of course there's something wrong Piper"

His words and their roughness had her tilting her head.

"Well" she swallowed, "what is it?"

He shook his head at that. Was she really this oblivious to his need and want for her or was she just acting clueless in an attempt to have him admit it. By the look on her face however, she was as puzzled as she looked. Her fingers pressed into his skin a little more making it even harder for him to find the necessary words.

"You" was all he could conjure.

Watching her lips part once again, just as confused as before but this time, partially hurt, not knowing just what she'd done that had gotten to him like this.

Then she looked down to her hand on his very tensed up arm, and how his eyes kept flicking between his arm and her face. She had touched him when he wanted nothing to do with her. He had made it very clear he was only here because he had to be and he didn't want this, he didn't want to hear her say I love you, he didn't want her touch. Perhaps Will had been correct. He was concerned she'd get him killed.

"I'm sorry" her voice was no higher than a whisper while she pulled her hand away, his brows furrowed not that she'd noticed while she pulled herself away, looking at the time and trying to fix the bed sheets awkwardly.

"No" his voice was hoarse and rough while one of his hands gripped her arm, not enough to hurt her but enough to be able to pull her back to him. Her eyes widened looked at his hand which was etched in prominent veins, "you just don't get it do you?" He asked watching her shake her head, utterly clueless to what he was talking about. His other hand found her waist turning her body to face him, perhaps too forcefully by her hand falling flat on his bare chest to balance herself. Her hand which had gripped right over his pounding heart.

Her head lifted to meet his eyes.

She hadn't moved her hand, neither had he, still having it secure on her waist.

"Tell me then" she whispered yet again, wanting to understand just what was happening between them. Desperate to understand.

Peter turned his head away from her, with difficulty, and let out a groan. Surely she had to know what she was doing to him, she had to understand how much he wanted this. Her other hand wrapped around the far away side side of his face, fingers on his jaw while her palm rested on his neck, turning him back to face her.

His eyes were closed, relishing the feeling of her.

"Fuck Piper, do you understand what you do to me?" He had almost sounded like he was whimpering at the end, while his hand that was once on her arm lifted to cover her hand which was still on his face, "I'm supposed to being pushing you away" he admitted, letting her know he hadn't wanted to push her away, but he felt he had to. 

"No, you aren't" she moved herself forward so that the soft skin of her legs touched the more hairy skin of his legs, "you don't have to push me away" he did, or so he'd been telling himself.

"Damn it Piper" his voice again was low, "yes I am, I should be forcing a distance between us because I can't give you what you want" he shook his head, "I can't be the man you want and I can't tell you what you want to hear" she thought of Will once again, he could tell by the change in her facial expression, "I want you when I shouldn't, I want to touch you, to hold you, to-" he stopped himself, to kiss you, he had been wanting to say.

Piper could tell by his muttered cursing he was going to say something he knew he shouldn't.

"You want to what Peter?"

He shook his head angrily, knowing he should be stronger than this, knowing he shouldn't say it because there had been a chance she would follow through and kiss him, but his problem being that deep down he wanted that.

"I want to kiss you" he nearly yelled, anger building up at himself, "every time I look at you, every time you walk past me, every time you look my way or speak to me, I have to hold myself back from kissing you" his words had surprised her. So much so she sat in silence.

Because I love you, he had wanted to say but hadn't.

She wanted him to say it too, but she knew he wouldn't have.

Her silent stares were killing him. Speak to me, he wanted to yell. Tell me how you'd never lower yourself to kissing me again.

Though, she answered his thoughts without knowing when she leaned forward and pressed her soft pink lips to his slightly tougher ones. Totally catching him off guard due to his not expecting her to actually do it.

It had taken him a moment to close his eyes and realise just what was happening. He hadn't exactly kissed her back, trying to refrain himself in any way possible, opening his eyes as soon as he felt her pulling back slightly, but still close enough he could feel her breath fan over his lips.

She didn't look upset that he hadn't kissed her back.

She only looked between his lips and eyes a couple times and while looking back at his lips whispered, "if you're so desperate to kiss me, do it"

She was challenging him, thinking he wouldn't allow himself to kiss her. His tongue ran over his teeth at her attempt to prove him wrong, she hadn't believed that he wanted to kiss her every god damn moment and she was trying to prove it. Watching him intently while took a glimpse at her lips, knowing what he liked she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth just as he looked, feeling the hand that had fallen from her waist to the bed, scrunch the bed sheet in his fist, knuckles slowly turning white.

Piper leaned back to where she'd been before kissing him and shook her head thinking he was too damn proud and prepared to keep someone else's secret over wanting her.

She obviously hadn't bet on just how much he wanted her, needed her even.

His hands found themselves gripping her hips and his eyes looked into hers that widened for a moment, watching intently while he lifted her, again with ease, and placed her over his legs in a straddling position. Pushing her hips down so she could feel him hard and against her.

"You look surprised Piper" he smirked, "should I stop?" He now was challenging her, expecting her to back down after taunting him in the first place.

Only she had what seemed to be a playful glint in her eyes, one corner of her lips tugging up into a smirk, "No, I don't think you should" her voice was inviting and daring him to continue, he just needed more from her.

"Ask nicely"

Piper narrowed her eyes briefly, knowing just what he wanted.

Peter enjoyed knowing how much she needed him, him and no one else. He enjoyed when she begged in a way because he felt as though she needed him.

And shit did she need him right now.

"Please" she sounded so intoxicatingly innocent, "please Peter, kiss me" he knew there and then yet again if she asked him to tell her anything, if she asked about Will he would tell her everything she wanted to know because he just could resist her and he damn well knew it as much as she did.

So, he did what any Piper-deprived man would've done.

His hand lifted to her neck, getting a good but not too rough grip of her, so that he could pull her forward and kiss her like he had been starved of air and she was his oxygen.

The feeling of her lips on his was euphoric and he had never wanted it to end.