It had been maybe four hours, you'd lost complete track of time. The only thing you could feel was the hot cum slowly drying on your stomach and the heavy head that lay on your shoulder, amongst the sweaty sheets and cool breeze that flowed through the open window. You were so sore you could barely move, small bruises forming on your hips as you lay there breathless. Peter had just finished for the first time, whereas it had probably been somewhere around your fifth. The pollen sure took it's toll, edging him right off to the very last second. You were exhausted.

The boy now lay next to you, still clinging to your skin despite finishing around twenty minutes ago. You didn't know whether it was the pollen or the sex drive, but Peter had said some things you'd never expected. You'd gathered he'd had a crush on you from the selected attire and avoiding the dirty talk, he'd really praised and complimented you. He told you he loved you maybe several times. Now, with still heavy breaths there he lay right next to you, his hand over your bare stomach with legs intertwined and his head still tucked into the crook of your neck.

No matter how comfortable it seemed to just lay there with the satisfactory of the wind cooling you off, it was beginning to smell and the wet sheets were making your skin itch.

"Hey," you whispered, gently moving Peter's head and you nudged your shoulder upwards. He took a moment to lift it, him too, aching all over and sleep was calling his name, "why don't you shower, get cleaned up and come in my room? Your beds... Wrecked" you gave a light smile as you looked over your bodies dispersed in the mess of mattress and sheets.

"You sure? I mean... I know you just helped me out but... Well, I wouldn't exactly call us friends" he swallowed, finally moving to sit up. You sighed, understanding, but there was a small space in your chest that needed filling and Peter was doing a good job at sealing it right now.

"Yes I'm sure, just go shower, we can talk about this later" you sighed, running a hand down your face and sitting up. Peter watched as you swung your legs over the bed, your hair falling down onto your back and he just wanted to kiss you all over. Cradle you in his arms until you fell asleep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But there was still a boundary, no matter how determined he seemed.

Soon you were dressed, not even looking back as you walked to his bathroom to clean your stomach, and soon you were pulling one of his shirts over your head. You picked up the wreckage of your clothes and then you were gone, out into the hallway closing the door behind you. On the positive side, the infection was gone and he no longer desired to fuck the life out of you. But he still liked you... A lot.

You had never wanted to shower so badly, practically running back to your room on the other side of the compound. A soon as the door closed you rushed to the bathroom, stripping off Peter's shirt and dumping your clothes on the side and diving under the hot water. It soothed your skin like honey, washing away all the post-sex sweat and swells and bringing back the natural glow in your skin. Admittedly, you spent a little too long in the shower, just over an hour to be exact, but it was worth it. You came out smelling fresher than a summers breeze.

Your room was hot from the shower steam and you had to open both your windows to clear it. It was like walking into a fog bank. But, you still managed to dry yourself, tieing your hair up into a messy bun when it was dry enough and throwing on Peter's shirt again. You could have gone for any set of PJ's, but Peter's... Was different. The cotton was different and it smelt like him. The warm smell that put butterflies in your stomach.

As if on cue, there was a knock on your door. It was quite, so you presumed it must have been Peter. You quickly moved from your bed, feet sinking into the carpet as you did so and slowly opened the door. Peter stood waiting patiently, pillow in hand like he was a seven-year-old having his first sleepover. You ushered him in out of the hallway and closed the door behind you.

"So, uh, feeling any better?" you asked, tucking the strands behind your ears that had fallen loose and took Peter's pillow from him, with permission.

"Yeah... Much better" he smiled, watching as you plumped it out and set it in between your own pillows. "I-I don't mind sleeping on the floor, y' know-"

"Peter we just had sex, as if I'm gonna make you sleep on the floor," you said cooly, rolling your eyes before moving the quilt backwards. You slipped under it, the mattress being cold from the lack of body heat and pushed yourself right over to the wall. Peter stood there for a moment, a hot blush on his cheeks. He was a little dumbfounded at the fact you were so... Okay about this. Just yesterday you had a strong hatred for him.

"Are you getting in or what?"

"Right, sorry" he nodded, hands unfolding as he clambered in beside you.

You spent a few moments on your phone, checking through Instagram and snap chat before finally putting the device down and sliding down into the quilt. The morning was now fresh, and you would maybe be able to catch two hours sleep before you had to wake up again for morning patrol. Peter was still wide awake when you looked over at him, his arms resting on his stomach like a child who had caught sight of a shadow and dare not move.

"You alright?" you rolled over, propping yourself up on your arm. Peter looked over to you, pupils expanding and sinking a little as he scanned your face, "you look like you've seen a ghost". There was a long pause before he looked away from you, mouth opening and closing for a while as if he was trying to find the right words to speak.

"Do you uh, do you hate me or something?" Peter asked callously, turning to face you. He needed to know, because if it was true; his feelings, then he needed to stop pining after you. It was pointless, and he'd finally realised what an idiot he had been.

You swallowed, heart sinking into your stomach. Coming to see him now, in the damp moonlight of the dawn, small freckles littering his rosy cheeks and lips still swollen from the previous events, you couldn't bring yourself to say yes.

"No," you sighed, shaking your head, "But, I guess I can't really criticize you as to why you ask"

"So you know why I'm asking?"

"Well... I haven't exactly treated you fairly since we met, have I?" you bit the inside of your lip, guilty of your actions. In truth, now you were only just realising how careless you had been. He didn't deserve that. He lost everything and everyone he cared about only to be shoved into the chaotic world of being a superhero and still expected to wear a smile. If that was you, you knew you would have keeled over and shot yourself.

"Was it something I did?" his voice was low and raspy like a lump was forming in his throat.

"No," you shook your head again, "I guess... I guess when you came into everything my father sort of favoured you in a way, over me. You were like the new shiny golden trophy and I was just an old snow globe sitting on the fireplace" you sighed, "I had no right to treat you the way I did, but... Well but nothing, I don't really have an excuse. I'm sorry."

Peter gave a heartwarming smile at your explanation, as it truly did come from your heart. There was so much more you could say, but Peter didn't need to hear it.

"Apology accepted"

With one final smile, you slid down, rolling over onto your side and wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort. It was something you had always done when you were cold, but, forgetting there was another person sat beside you, you continued. The bed was still for a while until Peter joined your action, lying with his chest against your back and wrapping his arm over yours. You flinched at the action, as you hadn't slept with someone in so long... But it was comforting. Peter kept you warm, hot even. He was like a human radiator.

"So... You wanna take me on a date some time?" you smiled, cheeks blushing a little as Peter lifted his head to look over at you.

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"O-Okay" he smiled, before resting his head back down slowly. Both yourself and Peter fell asleep that night with a smile on your face. Even though things had been a little difficult and the fact that it was a rather strange situation that had brought you together, it opened your eyes to what an amazing person Peter was. So confident when under pollen count but such a shy teenager in the sunlight.

That was first of the many times you fell asleep in Peter Parker's arms.