Ed's lips are wet with juice from the apples she's been eating, parted ever so slightly for Peter's touch; temptation, sin, this is what he should be thinking of, but all that comes to his mind is sweet.

She pulls back first, then licks her lips afterward as if chasing his taste; she says You have to know that you're all I've ever wanted, and there is only earnest truth in her dark eyes: experience has taught her the value of truth.

Peter cups her face in one hand, traces a thumb over the curve of her cheek; Lucky me, he says.

(Oh my god, C. You and this ficathon gave me a new OTP with these two, seriously. XD Like I needed another one to keep me occupied.)