You always sit on Peter’s lap while he works, that’s no different than usual. But for some reason you just can’t seem to get comfortable tonight. You keep squirming around, struggling to settle just right, but you can’t. It’s been like half an hour when Peter suddenly grabs your waist.
“Princess. Stop. Moving.”
“Why?” You ask, looking up at him. He’s surprisingly tense. “Am I hurting you? I can move-“
He shakes his head. “No- uh, you’ve just been kind of restsless and it’s making me…”
“Oh.”
You shift a little and realize that yeah, he’s definitely hard. And you’re no wear near done moving now that you’ve realized how much power you have. With a coy smile, you grab his arm and keep trying to ‘get comfortable’ until he gets frustrated and picks you up to carry you to bed.