"Keep up, silver surfer," you joked to Peter who only huffed and used his ability to try and cheat at the game you were playing.

     His fingers quickly attacked the controller, his character almost malfunctioning as it was unable to keep up with him.

     Peter had invited you over for the day to hang out, which usually meant staying in the basement playing old video games while listening to vinyl records. You somehow managed to beat his old high score and he demanded a rematch, which was why you were playing some old game for about two hours.

     "Ah, ah, no powers babe," you told him with a smirk.

     "You're cheating, though, beautiful." He quickly glanced over at you before looking back to the screen just in case it gave you the opportunity to kill his character again. "I don't know how, but you are." He hunched over his control, taking his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration.

     "I'm just better than you." He laughed sarcastically. "Don't worry, you're still better at Pac-Man," you reassured him. You patted his back making him twitch, he was getting annoyed that you weren't even trying at the game and yet you were going up on the leader board easily.

     "I better be, because if I'm not we will have a problem," he teased while leaning forwards towards the screen as if it was going to make much of a difference in his performance.

     "Babe, the game isn't going to go anywhere, stop eyeing it up like that." You laughed at him. You laid back and placed your legs over his, he lifted his arms before resting them on your legs.

     "Shut up." He laughed quietly to himself. He shook his head before going back to concentrating. "And stop distracting me, it's cheating." It was your turn to laugh. "No powers, remember?" He told you without looking away from the screen while raising his eyebrow.

     Your mutation enabled you to talk people into doing what you wanted, you were able to manipulate people, to distract them from what they originally wanted to do.

     "But I haven't said anything." You shook your head, you didn't ask him to do anything, so technically you weren't using your ability.

     You continued to play, occasionally looking at him with a smile on your face, his nose was scrunched up in concentration, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, you continued to stare at him with a loving look on your face until his voice snapped you out of your trance.

     "Baby, your voice alone is able to distract me," he admitted.

     You smirked at him, knowing you could use that against him later on. You continued playing until the lights started to flicker and the screen went black.

     "What happened?" He asked himself as he stood up and appeared in front of the TV slapping the side of it, your legs dropping to the floor making you sit up.

     "I'm guessing the powers out," you told him as you stood up and walked to the machines. "Everything is off." You tried to press a few buttons to get it to work but admittedly nothing happened apart from you slapping the buttons, you looked back to him, he was staring at the screen. "Peter?" You asked quietly.

     "I almost beat you." He looked up with a grin on his face. "I almost won."

     He appeared in front of you, catching you off guard, you stumbled backward, your back hitting the machine behind you. He smirked to himself as he stepped closer, his arms either side of your body trapping you. You knew where this was going to be heading, but you weren't done for the night. So, you decided to have some fun.

     "You want to take me out on a date," you told him with a sly smile on your face, your fingers trailing up the front of his shirt, your neck tilted to the side as you bit your bottom lip, your eyes flickering up to his.

     "I want to take you out on a date," he repeated like it was his idea. You knew that he was going to get payback for this later but for now you knew you were going to get what you wanted without him objecting.

     "You want us to go get dinner together," you spoke again, this time you moved your head to look at him dead on.

     "I want us to go get dinner together," he repeated.

     "Then you want us to come back here." Your smile turned to a smirk, your voice coming out as a hushed whisper which caused Peter to gulp slightly and breathe deeper as he watched you.

     "Then I want to come back here," his voice was almost monotone, he was trying to keep what little control he had left.

     "You want to come back here and have some fun when the powers back on," you finished, you grabbed hold of the sides of his silver jacket bringing him closer to your body and tiptoed up with your body pressed against his. You knew his grip on the machine behind you had tightened.

     "I want to come back here and have some fun when the powers back on," he repeated with a nod, you hummed in response and he disappeared before coming back with one of his leather jackets handing it towards you knowing you were going to be cold.

     "Sounds like a good plan." You grinned. He shook his head with a small laugh after finally being in control of his own actions and thoughts.

     "Should we get going?" He held out his hand for you, you grabbed hold of it and smiled towards him. "Miss mind control. Just a reminder for when we come back, you're not beating me at my game," he teased.

     "Well, it was your idea, and we'll see, babe." You rolled your eyes as he dragged out upstairs and out of the house.

-

     "I feel like my stomach is about to rip open, I'm infested with a predator baby." Peter gasped jokingly.

     "I guess I'll have to find a new boyfriend then." You shrugged, obviously being sarcastic, but he didn't pick up on it very quickly. "I should think that Kurt is free, don't you?" You looked over at him, he glared at you before you let out a small laugh.

     "I thought you were serious." He placed his hand over his heart and let out a sigh. "Don't do that to me, beautiful." He wrapped his arm around your shoulder bringing your body closer to his.

     "I'm not serious, babe," you promised him.

     "Good, because I expect you to wear all black and mourn my death for fifty-three years," he spoke. "I want you to keep playing my video games, not Pac-Man. I can't have you beating my score, and I want you to visit my grave every day and weep for me until you fall asleep." You snorted a laugh.

     "Fifty-three years? Pete, don't you think that's a little too much, and a weirdly exact number of years?" You glanced up at him.

     "Do you want me to add months, days, weeks, and-" You interrupted him.

     "No," you were quick to reply.

     "Then fifty-three years it is." He grinned, happy with himself.

     "Peter?" You asked, he hummed in response. "Can I keep your leather jacket?" You looked up at him once more.

     "Only if I can have your Star Wars shirt." He nodded.

     "Okay, we have a deal." You smiled.

     "Not so fast," he started. "I mean-" He laughed to himself, obviously about his speed joke. "I'm going to need you to take one more thing of mine, it's only fair because I want two things from you." He stopped walking, you turned to face him, worried about what he would possibly ask for.

     "What?" You asked hesitantly.

     "Okay, well I want your shirt." He stepped closer, and held the back of your neck with one hand, and your waist with another. "And-" You let out a squeal when the air breezed past you and you landed on his old yellow sofa with him on top of you, a smirk clearly on his face. "I want you, right now." His body was pressed against yours.

     "Deal." You quickly nodded before pulling his head down to yours, his lips meeting yours for a passionate kiss.