I sat in front of my math teacher, my eyes on the paper marked yet again with a teasingly bold red 'D' that sat on the desk. I sighed and shook my head, my mind not able to keep out the feelings of disappointment that crept in from seeing the grade. After all, Peter had been tutoring me for eight months now, and my grades were only slowly improving. Though, of course, another bad grade meant another tutoring session. And not just for me.

"Your grades are improving, Y/N, but not as quickly as we'd like to see. Did you say that Peter Parker was tutoring you?" My teacher asked.

"Yeah, he tutors me. I can ask him to go over this with me." I nodded, my heart jumping in excitement at the idea of tutoring Peter in another intimate activity, as well as dropping slightly at the fact that I still had to be tutored by him because of being so behind. But as always, the idea of getting to spend some fun time alone with my boyfriend won out.

"I think that that's a good idea. Your next test is in two weeks, that's plenty of time for you to study the questions and techniques that you need to work them out. If you work for it, you'll be able to get there." She nodded. 

"I will do. Thank you." I gave her a small smile as I stood up. She returned my smile as I turned and headed for the door, another sigh leaving my lips as I left the classroom. The hallway was buzzing with students, all of the bodies rushing to get to the doors, or their lockers. My heart jumped as my eyes landed on Peter from across the hallway, my insanely attractive boyfriend of two months now looking perfect as ever as he stood at his open locker. I headed towards him, quiet "sorry"s and "excuse me"s leaving my lips as I passed people. Peter looked up as I walked towards him, his beautiful lips curling into a somehow even more stunning smile as he saw me.

"Baby, hey." He chuckled, the boy leaning down and pecking my lips as I got to him.

"Hey. I just had my meeting with the math teacher. I got a 'D', so I need another tutoring session." I stated. His smile dipped, a sympathetic look spreading over his face as he gently cupped my face with his hand.

"God, I'm sorry, babe. You did so well in our last study session too, I'm so sorry." He sighed and shook his head.

"I mean, yeah, it kind of sucks, but it means that you get to tutor me. And you know what you tutoring me means." I teased. Peter's lips curled into a smirk as he stuck his tongue in his cheek.

"Yeah. I do." He smirked and nodded, making me giggle as he reached his arm out and hooked it around my waist before pulling me into his body. It had been two months since Peter and I had ended up kissing during the tutoring session that had ended up kick-starting our relationship, and it was going amazingly so far. Given that the boy had been new to the whole situation of intimacy and being more than just friends, we were taking it slow, and that was of course perfectly okay. Even without the stuff in a relationship that I was used to, like kissing and sex, just being with Peter was more than enough to make me happy. I'd fall asleep in his arms whilst we watched a movie, and would wake up to him gently massaging my back as his lips tenderly kissed my hair. We always texted first-thing in the morning, and whenever I told him that I was already having a bad day, he'd walk into school with my favourite flowers and chocolates. Little things already made me love Peter, and so the intimacy that we were thus far missing didn't matter. That being said, of course things were starting to move along in that area too. We had shared our first kiss in our tutor session, with me having guided Peter a bit more on our next one. And today...we'd cover the art of the French kiss. And, I couldn't fucking wait.

"So, we know what's on the agenda for you today, but what's on the agenda for me?" Peter chuckled as he shut his locker and took my hand before intertwining our fingers.

"The French kiss. AKA, making out." I smirked and nodded as I looked up at him. His eyes widened slightly and he looked down at me as we started to walk towards the school doors.

"What, you mean, like...kissing...with tongues?" He winced slightly. I couldn't help but giggle and bite my lip at him, his innocence and lack of experience warming my heart so much every time that we were together.

"It doesn't have to include tongues, Pete, just depends on what you're comfortable with. It's okay, I can start by taking the lead, and you can direct me on what you're okay with. You want tongues, we can add that. If you don't want tongues, we take that away, or don't add it at all." I reassured with a shrug. He gulped and nodded as we headed out of the school doors.

"O-okay...yeah, that sounds alright." He nodded, but I could still hear some uncertainty in his voice.

"Hey, Pete, look at me." I demanded softly as I stopped walking and gently put my hand on his cheek to make him look at me. He sighed and returned the glance as his gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips.

"You know that I would never do anything that would make you uncomfortable. The second that you start to feel unsure, we can always stop. I know that having deeper kisses is the next step in our intimacy, but that takes as long as you need it to. If you're okay to do it today, that's great. If you want to continue with normal kissing for now, that's great too. You know that you're safe with me, and that I'll never pressure you into anything." I reiterated as I looked into his gorgeous chocolate eyes. He sighed and gave me a small smile as he raised his hand to hold mine that was still over his cheek.

"I know, angel. I know that I'll always be okay with you." He nodded before leaning down and gently pecking my lips. I gave him a small smile as he pulled away and took my hand again.

"Okay then. Back to yours, we go." I chuckled, making him smile and nod as we started to walk again.

"I just don't get it, Pete, no matter how much you explain it and how many questions we do, I just don't fucking get it." I groaned in frustration, the math questions in front of me now looking like an alien language as I held my hands to my shaking head.

"And that's okay, baby, you just need practice. I promise you that it will click soon enough." He reassured as he put a soothing hand on my thigh.

"I won't, though, because I'm fucking dumb, and I don't deserve to go to Midtown." I scoffed and shook my head. Peter's eyes wavered at my words.

"That's horrible, angel, don't say that about yourself." He returned the scoff.

"Why not? It's true. I've been there for eight months now, that should be plenty of time to at least start getting a basic fucking grasp of this, but apparently not. And it's because I'm too stupid to go there, I always have been. I can't get any of this stuff right, and the reason for that is that I'm too dumb to understand-." Before I knew what was happening, I was cut off by Peter gently pressing his lips to mine. I returned the kiss immediately, making the boy smile into it as my eyes fluttered shut and I raised my hand to hold his face. He broke it after a second and gently pressed our foreheads together, making my lips curl into a smile as I opened my eyes.

"Did you just kiss me to shut me up?" I teased quietly, making him chuckle and bite his lip.

"That, and that I like kissing you." He returned the flirting. I giggled and shook my head, making him smile as I leant in and kissed him again. He returned it, his hand moving to my waist to pull me closer as we kissed. But I could feel more rising from this. It felt like the right time to tutor Peter in the French kiss. And so, here we went. I stood up and straddled his lap, our lips staying together the whole time as Peter's hands gently moved over my curves and pulled me further against his legs. I held his face in my hands, his curls tickling the skin of them and his soft face being caressed by my palms as we kissed.

"We stop at any time that you want to, okay?" I mumbled as I broke the kiss and looked down at him. He nodded and leant up to reignite the moment, making me smile into it at his eagerness. I gently forced his lips apart with my tongue and slipped it into his mouth, me taking temporary control of the intimate moment in order to show him what to do as we started to make out. I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach as he started to fight back, his tongue starting to press against mine and take over as we kissed. I smirked into it, making him return it as I let him start to dominate me, the boy's new-found confidence extremely sexy to me as his tongue slipped into my mouth. We both broke the kiss after a moment, our chests rising and falling with heavy breaths as we took the chance to get oxygen back into our lungs. I bit my lip as our foreheads once again touched, my thumbs gently caressing Peter's cheeks as his thumbs also massaged my waist through my top.

"That was really nice, baby." He mumbled quietly, making me chuckle and nod as his gaze flicked between my eyes and my lips.

"It was. It was so nice that I no longer believe that you're inexperienced at that stuff, I think that it's all just a ploy." I teased with a smile.

"I wish!" He laughed and shook his head, making my smile widen.

"Do you want to go again?" I asked as I looked at him. He gulped and bit his lip.

"A-as much as I'd love to, I know that it'll go further if we keep going, and I'm not ready for that." He chuckled nervously with a shake of his head.

"That's completely okay, Pete, you know that it is. We can stop your tutoring for today." I teased again with a giggle.

"Mm, not yet, one more kiss." He smiled, making me laugh and shake my head as he raised his hand to my cheek and pulled me in again for one more kiss. Well, one more kiss until next time. And for next time, I couldn't wait.