A/n: This chapter contains smut. Minors dni

MJ and Ned are sitting in Peter's and Ned's dorm room waiting for Peter to start talking. After Lily had left the coffee shop, Peter texted the group chat, asking MJ and Ned to meet up at their dorm room the next day. It was kind of (intentionally) brushed off to seem like a movie night, a normal occurrence between them but when they arrived tonight, Peter said he actually needed to tell them something.

"So, are you gonna tell us?" MJ asks, watching Peter fidget with his fingers.

"Uh, yeah so there's this girl." Peter starts, voice consumed of hesitance as he looks up slightly to MJ.

"You need to ask us about girl problems?" MJ raises her brows, her words coming off a little more harsh than intended. Peter's just never asked for help about a girl before, at least not to her, and he made this seem like it something really important. So, she's left a little confused.

"No." Peter shakes his head quickly. "Her name's Lily Magruder--"

"Like...the one whose brother got hurt last year?" Ned pipes in, making Peter and MJ furrow their brows at him before looking between each other. "Ya know, the guy who was here on like a full ride scholarship, tore his ACL in a soccer game." Ned has been keeping up with a few of the sports since coming to college, soccer being one he happened to like to watch, along with tennis.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I remember." Peter nods, remembering that it was pretty big news around campus but he didn't remember the person's name. But Ned does and maybe it's just a coincidence that Lily and him share a last name. "I'm not sure if that's her brother."

"Anyway..." MJ breaks up the conversation and brings PEter back to the topic at hand.

"Right, right, well, she works for the Daily Bugle." Peter starts to explain, MJ and Ned narrowing their eyes, already not liking where this is going. "J. Jonah Jameson is having her go after Spider-Man to reveal his identity."

"Oh, well that's bad." Ned states sucking in a breath.

"Yeah, you should probably stay away from her." MJ warns, her words coming out as a scoff.

"About that." Peter winces, scrunching his nose.

Ned groans while MJ rolls her eyes, both in disappointment. Peter doesn't learn and at this point, they're both a little sick of it. When they got their memories of him back, it was as if they were swept under by tsunami. It wasn't this gradual thing where everything just went back to normal. They were flooded by memories and every single emotion that came with them. 

MJ went through this tidal wave of emotions for this boy she didn't even know that long. She felt this intense love and passion for him as every memory of him came back to her. He went from a stranger to someone she'd known for years and been in love with. Ned was swept up with the adornment he had, always having looked at Peter as a brother. Peter was more than a best friend, he was his brother and it all came back, the fear and worry for Peter's life. It was a mess for the both of them.

There was peace in their lives prior to getting their memories back but after....it was a lot. They lived lives they didn't even remember and it was because of Peter. They both love him and don't want to lose him, but, they also really do not want to go through that again. Neither of them think they could handle it all again, people knowing he's Spider-Man or forgetting him again. Peter choosing got not stay away Lily is only going to put everything in danger again.

"Come on." Ned groans, tilting his head back.

"I have an idea and I-I think it'll work!" Peter exclaims while Ned and MJ hold straight faces, not saying a word. "I-I could be friends with her."

"Bad idea." MJ states, voice monotone, wanting this conversation to be done and over with.

"Just listen, okay and maybe I can convince her that Spider-Man isn't that bad and he's actually really helpful in saving people. Maybe I can change her mind." Peter tries to defend his decision.

"Why do you think you could do that?" MJ asks.

It's not that she doesn't think he couldn't convince her. She wants to know why he would take that risk at all. Does he want to lose everything again? Lose her and Ned again?

Peter shrugs. "I-I don't know but I think it's better than letting this girl run after me and have a chance to unmask me without knowing me. What if she finds out I'm Spider-Man and she doesn't know me? Maybe if she got to know me and knew that it could ruin my life, maybe she wouldn't do it. Ya know? Spider-Man is just some guy in a mask to her, to everyone, but if she knew there's a real person...I-I don't know maybe it could be different." Peter looks down, hoping his friends can side with him, put a little trust into him.

"Dude, this is a bad idea." Ned winces, knowing he's wasting his breath. "What if she hates you though?" Ned asks, MJ chuckling under her breath at the question while Peter just looks offended. "I'm not saying you're not likable but what if she hates you? Flash hated you for no reason."

"At least I tried." Peter defends.

Ned and MJ both let out a sigh as they look to each other. Despite thinking this will only end in flames, they nod because what if he doesn't try? Lily goes off, eventually figures it out. MJ did so maybe Lily can, too, somehow. Lily finds out Peter is Spider-Man and she sends it right off to JJ who writes about it and Peter's life is destroyed all over again. At least this way, Peter can try to convince her that Spider-Man is a good guy with a life outside of being a hero and maybe he can change her mind. Maybe if Lily figures it out, she won't destroy his life again.

"Okay but we get to feel her out." MJ states.

"Why?" Peter asks, brow quirked in suspicion.

"Because what if she's actually just a bitch? There's no point in wasting your time if she's already a shitty person."

Ned chuckles softly. "It's true." Ned shrugs, gaining a glare from Peter."You see the best in everyone."

"Um, well, there-she did invite me to Harry Osborn's party." Peter squints his eyes a little, knowing they're not too fond of the pretty boy.

"She's friends with Harry Osborn?" Ned quirks a brow, nose scrunching slightly.

"Y-yeah, I guess." Peter shrugs, brushing it off.

"And we're supposed to believe she's a good person who won't want to destroy your life?" MJ questions, brows pulled together and lips pursed.

"Maybe he's not that bad." Peter shrugs, voice a little higher in pitch this time.

MJ scrunches her nose. "He's a fuckboy."

"So?" Peter asks.

"Okay." MJ rolls her eyes. "When is it?"

"You're on board quick." Ned quips earning narrowed eyes from MJ.

"Friday." Peter answers, ignoring Ned's comment.

"So, we're going?" Ned asks, looking to MJ and Peter knowing they don't do parties often.

"Looks like we have no choice." MJ lays back with the words that come out in a sigh.

"Maybe it'll be fun." Peter groans.

"We'll see." MJ mumbles.

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The party is roaring by the time the trio arrives. People are scattered throughout the large penthouse apartment, drinks in most people's hands, and music that seems to be from the newest TikTok trend plays from the speakers. The trio looks around, Peter looking specifically for Lily while Ned is just looking around a bit surprised. He's been to one of Harry Osborn's parties and it was wild, this one seems no different. MJ, on the other hand, is counting the minutes until they get to leave, never having been a fan of parties.

"Peter!" Lily's voice divides through the music, grabbing Peter's attention. He spots her through the sea of people and it's as if the crowd just divides for him to have the perfect site of her.

Lily walks over to him while Peter gives her a smile. His eyes are wide as he watches her, brows relaxed and there's something about the way she walks, hips swaying with every step that's so elegant and captivating. He likes the way her hair is almost maroon in the low light of the party and the way the forest green dress compliments her waist. She is radiant as she approaches him and there's a split second with her soft eyes looking at him that he forgets why he's here. But it was just a moment.

"You made it." Lily beams, red solo cup in hand while the infamous Harry Osborn walks up from behind her.

"Uh, yeah, yeah." Peter nods, eyes wide. "Thanks for inviting me." Peter offers a soft smile.

"Of course! Oh, uh," Lily turns, gesturing to Harry as he moves to the side of her. "This is Harry. Harry this is Peter and..."

"MJ." MJ speaks up, curling her lips inward.

"Ned." Ned says, smile wide and toothy.

"They're my best friends." Peter answers with a gentle smile.

Friends. So, this is confirmation that Peter and MJ are just friends. There's a smile that Lily can't contain with those words. Peter is just some silly boy she just met but he's just so darn cute that, at the very least, she wants something to happen. Plus, he's really smart and funny.

"It's nice to meet you." Lily smiles kindly at the two friends.

"So, this is the new boy, huh?" Harry looks between Lily and Peter, earning a nudge from Lily. "Heard a bit about you. Just..." Harry puts a hand on Lily's shoulder and she closes her eyes knowing he's going to say something embarrassing. "If you want a room, go for it, I only ask you to clean up."

"Harry!" Lily's eyes are wide as Harry laughs, Peter's cheeks tint while Ned chuckles a little, MJ looks unpleased. "Okay, first of all, shut up. Second, you always ask me to help clean the next day anyway so I can do what I want."

Harry's eyes narrow while the smirk remains on his face. "Just be safe, Lils."

"How long have you guys been..." MJ waves a finger between Lily and Harry, not sure how to finish the sentence. She's seen Harry and Lily together around campus. They always seem...close. Harry's more touchy-feely with her, from what MJ has seen.

"Friends." Lily immediately answers, not allowing any space for Harry to speak. "A few years."

"She was just this shy and self-conscious person so I brought her under my wing." Harry slings an arm over her shoulders, tilting his head to the right as he looks at MJ.

"That's not at all what happened, please don't listen to him." Lily shakes her head. "I told him he was a jerk."

"Good times." Harry laughs. "Well, I'm off. Have fun, plenty of drinks in the kitchen." Harry nods his head at Peter before heading off into the sea of people.

Lily takes a drink from the cup, trying her best to wash down Harry's sex remark. It's not that it bothers her really because he never means any harm but that does not stop the embarrassment, especially since Peter's friends also had to hear it.

"Um...do you want a drink?" Lily asks Peter, lifting her cup slightly.

Peter looks to Ned and MJ, who both shrug. "Sure." Peter answers with a slight nod.

"You guys?" Lily turns her offer to his friends.

"Actually--"

"We're good." Ned cuts MJ off, giving a silent glare.

"Okay..." Lily laughs softly, nodding her head towards the kitchen. "This way. Enjoy the party, guys." Lily flashes them a kind smile, before leading Peter through the crowd.

It's interesting to see Lily in this environment. They've only had a few conversations but Lily is fairly soft-spoken and seems more to herself. It's interesting for Peter to see her at Harry's and seems to a better host of a party than he is. It's not even her party.

"What'd ya want?" Lily asks, gesturing an open hand to the several bottles of alcohol lining the marble countertop. "There's also a keg if you wanted beer and a few coolers have some wine coolers." She explains. "And water, of course."

"Um..." Peter looks over the options, not really feeling something that hard but not wanting to ask about the wine coolers which he normally prefers. "W-what are you having?"

"Oh," Lily looks into her cup and back to Peter. "It's the Freedom Lemonade by Smirnoff. Red, White, and Berry Smirnoff with some lemonade."

Peter looks at the cup with hesitance. "Is it actually good?"

"Well, if I make it for you, yes. This," Lily tilts the cup back and forth slightly, the small bit of liquid sloshing to the sides. "Does not because Harry made it and I don't like to waste things. So, I can make you one if you want."

"Y-yeah, thank you, that'd be great." Peter smiles while Lily grabs the red, white, and blue bottle and jug of lemonade from the fridge.

Peter watches as she pours his drink with double the lemonade to vodka ratio. She isn't doing anything special but he's enthralled by her movements. She holds the bottle of vodka with care and ease. Someone bumped into her and Peter heard her apologize to them before they stumbled off. Something about Lily is interesting.

"Here ya go." Lily hands Peter his cup, his fingers brushing over hers as he takes it.

"Thank you." Peter thanks her as he takes a sip. The drink is tart and he can taste the alcohol but it's good. The extra lemonade was definitely needed. "It's good." Peter smiles sheepishly.

"I'm glad you like it." Lily smiles at him, watching over the features of his face as he stands beside her, leaning against the counter.

"Lily? What're you doing here?" A voice pulls Peter and Lily away from each other.

"Having fun?" Lily quips, something that catches Peter off guard. "What're you doing here? You hate parties and you hate Harry." Lily's eyes are narrowed as she turns around to the voice that called her.

"You shouldn't be at these parties." The boy with the same colored hair as Lily grumbles.

"Why not? Harry's my friend. It is his party?" Lily shifts her weight to her right foot.

"But now you're my responsibility and I have to stay and walk you home." The boy rolls his eyes, annoyed at this interaction.

"I always stay here when there's a party?" Lily snaps, rolling her eyes. "I'm not your stupid responsibility, oh my gosh."

"Then who's this? Some random guy who you--"

"This is my friend, Peter." Lily is snarky and Peter can't help but feel like he's intruding. "Peter, this is Caspian, my very annoying older brother."

"Nice to meet you." Peter says softly, unsure if he should actually say anything at all.

"Right." Caspian shakes his head.

"Seriously, why are you here?" Lily crosses her arms, careful not to spill her drink. "Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?"

"Having fun." Caspian mocks. "She's busy tonight."

"Right." Lily mocks right back. "Well, you never saw me and I never saw you then. Bye, Cas." Lily rolls her eyes, grabbing Peter's hand and pulling him away.

Peter gives Caspian an apologetic closed smile, trailing right behind Lily as she leads them both to the living room. Lily doesn't get snarky or mean with anyone. She has some banter with Harry but that's about it. Unless, it's one of her brothers. Usually, the oldest aren't the issue. It's the ones closer to her age that see her as this fragile and delicate flower that needs to be taken care of all the time and she can't be bothered with it. Caspian is probably the worst out of them but despite all that, Lily knows it always blows over in a day.

"Sorry about that. Cas has been...weird lately and in my business." Lily sucks in a breath, feeling the embarrassment creep up her neck.

"Is-is everything okay?" Peter asks.

To Peter, it just seemed like her brother was in a bad mood. Peter might be an only child but he's seen it with other friends, having siblings that can be protective or want to be included or something. It's not a big deal to him but it seems like it's a big deal to Lily.

"He won't talk to anyone about why he's got a stick up his butt but...yeah, I think so. Everyone kind of checks on him and stuff. He's not like being weird in a scary way or anything. He's just been kind of distant but also more overprotective a little bit." Lily states before quickly rambling. "Not that he's always like telling me what to do or anything, he doesn't care. I don't know." Lily furrows her brows, looking down to her black tennis shoes.

"Do you know why?" It's not really Peter's business, but it's bothering her and he wants her to know she can talk to him.

Lily pauses and of course, she knows why. It's not some sort of coincidence that the say she gets hired to unmask Spider-Man, Caspian started acting a bit strange. He was never a Spider-Man fan by any means so she isn't sure why he cares so much aside from possibly being concerned with her lack of morals of the situation. But, Lily thinks there's more. She has her theories but she keeps them to herself to protect herself, and others.

Lily shakes her head. "I, uh, I don't wanna talk about it, if that's okay." Lily chews the inside of her cheek.

"Yeah, yeah." Peter's brows cinch together as he nods. "Of course."

"Thanks." Lily looks down once more.

One thing Peter has noticed this far into a possible new friendship is that Lily isn't really shy. She's quiet, sure, but she's not shy. Lily told Peter about her internship and her brothers. She had no issue in talking to him in the library or inviting him here. Lily is not shy but right now, with the run in with Caspian, she is. It's as if she's ashamed of it and Peter wants to know why. Siblings fight, he doesn't have any, but it seemed like a normal interaction from other siblings he's known.

"It's okay." Peter takes a step closer to her.

Lily looks at him and his eyes are safe looking down at her. He is kind and soft and gentle. Lily swears he couldn't hurt a fly with just that look alone.

"Yeah..., um," Lily sucks in a breath, taking a drink of her drink. "What've you been up to the last couple of days? Haven't seen you around campus, really."

Peter's eyes widen a little, glad for the change in conversation, quickly thinking of a lie that has nothing to do with Spider-Man antics. "Busy with classes. Ned and I got the Millenium Falcon Lego kit so we were building that." Peter rambles, almost cringing at the last part.

"The millennium Falcon? Those kits are really expensive." Lily chuckles softly. "That sounds really cool, always wanted to build one."

Peter lets out a silent sigh of relief with Lily not thinking it was lame. "Yeah, uh, we saved for it and Ned had saved for the Death Star in high school so we built that together. It's become kind of a thing."

"Really? That's cool. Lego is just a pretty cool company as a whole but the kits always seemed like fun. Are they hard?" Lily has only put together the small kits that are good for any age after three.

Peter shakes his head. "They can be a little frustrating sometimes but not really. It's pretty straightforward, especially when you're working with someone else."

Lily watches as Peter's entire face lights up as he talks. She asks more questions about the other lego kits they've put together and Peter gets more excited as he rambles. She thinks it's adorable. The lines in his face ease and then become more prominent when he remembers something he considered a key detail in his story. His brows pull together and then soften when gets more dramatic about something. Peter talks like they're the only people in the entire house even when they're surrounded by people. He is captivating.

"Lily! Peter!" Harry calls the two of them from across the room. "Come play!" Harry is stood to one side of a long table, cups set up on either end.

"Do you wanna?" Lily asks, nodding her head in that direction.

Peter shrugs. "Yeah, okay." Peter smiles down at Lily before they walk over to their end of the table.

"Aw, not my partner this time?" Harry pouts from the other end.

"Are you saying you can't win without me, Harry?" Lily puts her hand over her heart. "That's so sweet." She jokes.

Harry has a crooked grin. "You can't win without me."

"What are the stakes then, Osborn?" Lily cocks her head with a taunt.

Harry's eyes narrow but that grin stays plastered across his lips. Peter gets it. He never really understood why girls were all over Harry. He understood in terms of he's attractive and rich. But, he knew that was not the only thing that made girls melt. But, now he gets it. He's charming. More than just charming. Harry has a way of being radiant without outshining the other people in the room. And that makes Peter understand how Lily and him are friends. Lily is enthralling and quiet while Harry is radiant and loud. They compliment each other and he seems to bring out something different in her. Something Peter is finding himself wishing he could bring out, too.

"You don't have to help me clean if you win." Harry offers with raised brows.

"Oooh." Lily's brows pull together as she grins back at him. "If I lose?"

"I don't help." Harry laughs.

"Alright, got yourself a bet then." Lily holds her head up high before looking to Peter. "You don't have to partake in it or anything." Lily leans closer to him. "If we lose, I will leave before he wakes up." Lily pulls away with a laugh and Peter's cheeks are tinted red.

He laughs though. "You'll leave?"

"Yes." Lily laughs.

"I'm, uh, I'm pretty good at beer pong so I don't think you have to worry." Peter gives her a cheeky grin, the first one of the night and it makes Lily's heart flutter.

"Uh..." Lily's smile is still across her face but he's left her a bit speechless, something that doesn't normally happen. "Maybe we'll make a good team then."

"Hello! Lilypad!" Harry calls. "Ready?" Harry holds up a ping pong ball before tossing it to her and then another. "You two first."

Lily hands Peter a ball and she takes the shot first, getting it into the cup in the bottom row all the way to the right. Peter's next and his goes into the cup left of the center one.

"And the game begins." Harry bellows, him and his partner moving the two cups off to the side and taking two large drinks of their drinks.

Harry is next and he gets the cup right behind the center cup. His partner gets the one next to his, Lily and Peter both taking drinks of their Freedom Lemonade before moving the cups. The game continues and Peter catches himself watching Lily toss the ball.

She tosses the ball more with her wrist and it's swift but delicate. She only misses a few times throughout the game, making Peter think she attends all of Harry's parties -- nearly every Friday or Saturday -- and she's gotten really good or she's just like that. By how comfortable she is with the game, and knowing exactly when they should ask to rearrange the cups and how they should be rearranged, Peter's guessing she just plays a lot. And he watches her face wrinkle as she sticks her tongue out at Harry when she makes into one of the last cups. Her smile is wide until she tilts her head back with booming laughter while Harry flips her off.

Lily watches Peter, too, though. He's a bit lanky but she can see his bicep bulge under his flannel when he goes to toss the ping pong ball. The veins in his hands have become more prominent throughout the night and his hair is tousled from running his hand through it during the game. His speech is a little slurred now and Lily thinks it's cute. He's cute. And when he watches her, her heart beats like a snare drum in her chest. She can feel his stare and she wants him to keep watching her. She likes how it makes her feel like she's on fire.

"Rebuttal time. You're a good opponent, Parker!" Harry yells across the table, his speech slurred with every word.

"You put a fight, Osborn." Peter jokes and his body is loose now, not just from the alcohol but from playing with this group of friends. He was stiff, a bit unsure, but now he almost feels like he's been friends with Lily and Harry for years. Harry was much more welcoming than Peter thought he'd be and Lily's been bumping him and bringing him into their jokes.

"Take your shot, Harry!" Lily jokes, her words not nearly as slurred as Harry's.

"I need to concentrate!" Harry yells back, his eyes close with his brows pinched together.

He opens his eyes, pulling his arms back and aiming for the solo cup right in the middle of Lily and Peter. The ball leaves Harry's fingers, the four of them watch as the ball goes through the air and then hits the table before entering the cup. Harry puts his head in his hands while Lily and Peter cheer together. Lily pulls Peter in for a quick kiss before turning to Harry, giving a wide and cocky smile. Peter's cheeks are beet red, his lips on fire for the second they touched Lily's.

"Looks like you need me, Harry." Lily pouts.

"Rematch!" Harry demands.

"Nope!" Lily yells. "I'll take my win, thank you." Lily laughs. "You're really good at that." Lily turns her attention to Peter.

"So are you." Peter beams at her, licking his bottom lip.

"Uh, do you wanna....go to the balcony for a minute? Take a break?" Lily asks looking around, Harry already trying to get another pair to play with him.

"Sure, yeah." Peter nods, grabbing his now empty cup, Lily followed his lead before leading him to the balcony by holding Peter's hands and he can't help but notice how soft her hand is in his.

Peter's hands are always so rough and calloused. It's not something he minds or even really pays much attention to, until right now. Her hand is small and smooth, almost as if it were delicate in his. It's a stark contrast but it's one Peter finds some type of comfort in.

Lily plops down on a cushioned outdoor bench on the large balcony that overlooks Manhattan. She remembers the first time she came over here and was in awe of the view. Harry gets to see it all the time, he's always grown up with views and luxury so he was so nonchalant basically "here's my balcony time for the next room" while Lily was just trying to absorb it all. Now, though, she still finds herself a little captivated by the neon lights of it all but not as much.

Peter sits beside her, so close his thigh is touching hers and he almost moves but he sees a glint of a smile on her lips when he sits down. So, he stays close. He's more fascinated by the view of Lily than the city. He sees it all the time from the tops of buildings, he's always really liked the view from the Empire State Building. But he gets to see that all the time, so he enjoys the way the neon lights reflect off her skin with the warm glow against her hair from the window behind her.

"Thank you for coming." Lily says softly, her eyes still on the city, ignoring the couple making out on the other side of the balcony.

"Thanks for inviting me." Peter says, voice just as soft as hers.

"I didn't think you'd come, honestly. You didn't seem like you wanted to when I asked you." Lily chuckles softly.

"Oh, uh, no." Peter lies, he did not want to come but he's not going to tell her that. "I-I was just surprised since we'd just met...and stuff." Peter explains.

"Yeah," Lily huffs. "It was a spur of the moment thing, I suppose." Lily looks over at him and maybe it's the alcohol but she swears she'd never get tired of looking at Peter with neon lights painting pretty colors on Peter's pale skin like a watercolor painting. "You're cute, Peter Parker." Lily giggles.

Peter's cheeks burn with her words. "Yo-you think?" Peter chuckles a little more than maybe he should have.

"Yeah! You have pretty eyes and messy hair." She isn't drunk, just tipsy and when she gets tipsy, she talks.

"You're pretty." Peter compliments back. Peter is tipsy and when Peter is tipsy, he just makes bad decisions.

"You think I'm pretty?" Lily wiggles her brows.

"Y-yeah! Of course, who wouldn't?" Peter chuckles, Lily scooting closer to him.

"You're not dating anyone?" Lily asks, head cocked to the left.

Peter shakes his head, eyes darting between her eyes and her lips. "No."

"Good." Lily giggles as she leans into Peter, cupping his face gently with her hands and bringing his lips to hers.

Peter's eyes widen but only for a second and then he melts into Lily. His eyes flutter closed while his hands travel to her sides. Lily's tongue is between his teeth, Peter's mouth is moving hastily with hers as if desperate for this. He didn't realize just how touch-starved he'd been feeling until this moment. Lily makes it all melt away, evaporate like steam from a boiling pot. His blood is hot and he wants her.

Peter tugs her sides, pulling her on top of him and she never misses a beat. Her mouth only disconnects for a second at a time while she straddles him, her hands on his neck. And this is the boy she's admired from afar, never knowing how to approach him or what to say if she did. Now, her mouth is in connection with his and it's a bit messy and they're tipsy. It's not perfect but it feels warmer than she's felt in so long and it feels good.

Staggered breaths bounce between them as they become more eager and Peter's grip tightens around her hips, forgetting his strength and being too wrapped in the taste of her. Lily hums against his mouth as he bites her lip and his bones ache in the best way. Peter makes Lily feel like her skin is a firework display, booming and thundering with pretty colors. Sparkling and on fire. She never wants to feel cold again, not with Peter under her.

In the haze of lust, neither of them are quite sure when they decided to make their way into the house and into a spare bedroom. They barely disconnected on their way through the house, paying no attention to the few eyes that landed on them on the way. Their sole focus is on each other and their desperation between them.

Is this is a bad decision on Peter's end? Probably given the whole unmasking Spider-Man complication. But, who is Peter Parker if not someone who makes bad decisions? And Lily feels so good with her hands pulling the collar of his fannel back with her onto the bed. It's worth the risk. Lily's worth the risk, even in the heat of the lust.

Lily's fingers are tangled in his hair that holds remanence of cheap pomade. Everything is going so slow and a hundred miles per hour at the same time. It's like Peter's not even moving by his own accord, his body is just doing it as he hovers over Lily, his hand sliding up her dress and the hem of her matching underwear. 

"Y-you sure?" Peter breaks away, his breath is airy and hot on her face.

"Yes." Lily's eyes are lust blown as she meets his stare for the first time since the session started and that's all the confirmation Peter needed before sliding a finger between her slit, eliciting a moan from Lily.

Peter's lips attach to Lily's neck with the moan. She squirms in pleasure under his touch, calloused fingers working her core and bud until she feels the bubble building in her stomach, wanting to burst like bubble gum. 

"Condom?" Lily asks in a hasty breath.

Peter pulls away, the disappointment evident on his face when he realizes he doesn't have one. He read once that leaving a condom in his wallet can damage it, so he never carried one unless he knew there was an actual chance. And that was definitely not the intent tonight, so he left the box of condoms untouched before leaving for the night.

"I got one." Lily laughs softly, scooting further up the bed to reach into the nightstand. "This is my room when I stay here, don't tell Harry. He'll steal them." Lily jokes as she grabs the square package, resting it on the top of the nightstand.

She sits up, pulling her dress over her head, leaving her exposed. Peter follows her lead. Lily tries her best to hide her expression and it's not until now that she's wondering if she's actually completely drunk and her sense of reality is somehow warped. Peter is lanky and thin, she never thought he'd have abs like he does. It's a pleasant surprise and one she wants to see over and over again like her favorite movie.

"W-what?" Peter asks with a nervous chuckle as he moves up the bed.

"Nothing." Lily shakes her head, giving him a corned grim before closing the distance between them and bringing his lips to hers once more.

Peter reaches for the condom and gets it adjusted. His eyes are on hers and she sees the eagerness in every pale grown speck that decorates his dark eyes. As Peter's hips press against her and he enters her, he notices the greenish ring that normally surrounds her pupil is smaller, a deep blue taking over. And he didn't notice before but her eyes are so pretty. They're the blue right before the sun does down in the calm after a storm and he wants to dive into them.

"Fuck." Peter's voice is thick like caramel and he dips his head into the crook of Lily's neck.

His thrusts are slow at first, Lily's hands feeling over his back, delicate fingers digging into him with every passing second. Her mouth is slightly open as his thrust speed up, small moans tumble from Lily's lips. Peter takes it as encouragement as his head spins in pleasure. His name falls from her lips as the knot builds in her stomach and Peter swears it's like a symphony playing at the Apollo.

"Peter." Lily gasps, eyes screwed shut, silently begging for the knot to snap.

Is it the alcohol? Can't be because Lily is almost always somewhat intoxicated when she sleeps with someone. Is it just because Peter's cute? Can't be that either because she's had sex with other people who are cute. Does this feel like the best and most exhilarating sex she's ever had because Peter holds her tighter than anyone ever has? Because Peter knows exactly what to do without her ever having to ask him to speed up or go harder? Is it because he feels like he could blow up her life and something about that feels so good? She can't put her finger on it, but there's about the boy with brown eyes and a sleepy smile that makes her feel like he's more than the quiet boy he seems to be.

"Cum for me." His voice is husky in her ear and she can swear it's every reason that races through her head and she never wants him to stop.

And like that, the knot snaps.

Lily calls his name like a dirty poem and it pushes Peter right over the edge, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he groans. Peter pauses after they've both finished and there's a smile on Lily's lip, pulling softly and sweetly as if they'd just had a fun conversation. And maybe that's what this was. A conversation of two bodies colliding together like meteors in the galaxies. And he adores the look on her face, kissing her nose.

Peter rolls off of her and as she's looking at him, she has no idea the secrets his brown eyes hold. Or the secrets that are littered in the fading and healing scars in his bones. But she'd give anything to lay here with him forever and uncover those secrets in the way Paleontologists look for fossils. But sleep calls for the both of them as Lily scoots closer to him and rests her head on his chest.