Peter chuckled. “We're not in Seattle.”
“I know,” Jenna replied, smiling.
He was silent for a long moment, the touch of his hands becoming slower and slower and Jenna guessed that he was probably lost in the thought about something. He often did that, just tuning out and retreating to whatever was going on inside his mind. Right now it didn't even bother her in the least while she was trying very hard not to let his touch distract her too much. Peter was her friend and there were no words to express how much she loved him but somehow this was a little too close to comfort.
His hands suddenly stopped altogether and while one remained firmly on her shoulder the other wandered up to the little hairs beneath her bun that wouldn't quite stick with the rest, twirling them around her fingers.
“Peter.”
“Jenna,” he replied, that little huff he gave palpable on her skin.
She turned around to look at Peter, to tell him they should probably go to sleep, to tell him to leave but when she caught him staring dreamily into the void she couldn't help it and leaned forward to brush their lips together for just a brief second.
Jenna wanted to slap herself the moment she realized what she had done. They had kissed before, countless times, on the hand, on the cheek, the temple, even the lips as greeting but never in a moment as intimate as this. Somehow it felt not like overstepping a boundary but taking a running jump right at it.
“I'm sorry,” she mumbled quickly and again wanted to say something about leaving when Peter bent down and kissed her once more and she couldn't even find the will to stop him. Jenna knew she shouldn't want it, that Peter shouldn't want it, she was looking for an excuse, the food, the wine, the nap, anything she could blame it on that wasn't her own desire. Still she opened her mouth to him, still tasting the red wine on his tongue when it touched her own. Anything to blame.
She only noticed that her hands had landed on his thighs and he had his buried in her hair, the bun long undone, when they broke the kiss to catch their breath.
“Peter,” she started again, trying very hard to look him in the eyes but failing.
“Relationships are only as complicated as you make them,” he repeated softly and somehow it was enough for her to understand that they could do this and get away with it. Richard would never know unless she told him. Elaine would never know unless Peter told her, maybe he even would and it still wouldn't even shake their marriage cause that was how bonded they were. They could do this and come tomorrow they would pretend that nothing had ever happened. But a chance like this would surely not come again.
Jenna acted before her mind had even made the decision and she locked their lips in another kiss. Peter, knowing that with this she had just said yes, pulled her closer and together they fell back onto the bed, arms wrapped around each other and lips still touching. His hand was ever so gentle as it was setting out to explore her body but it had a distinctiveness that told her Peter had probably thought about this before and not just acted on an impulse. Not that it made anything better, or worse, as he carefully felt under her skirt and up her leg, leaving her skin in goosebumps.