𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁- 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗼𝗽, 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘆, 𝘀𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗼𝘂𝘁.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭.𝟲𝗸. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟮 𝗵𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮 𝟭.𝟯𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝟮 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 😭

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ YOU took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. Wiping your sweaty palms on your tights, you shook your head and got rid of all the jitters you had. With your unsteady hands, you picked up your bag and slipped it on your arm. Shakily, you stepped of the edge of your fire escape and wrapped your arms and legs around Peter, who was sitting on one of the steps, watching you in amusement.

"Okay, I'm ready."

"You sure? Do you need to take a couple more deep breaths?" Peter asked with a slight smirk.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "Just put on your mask and get going Bug Boy."

Peter furrowed his brows and frowned slightly, "I resent that."

"Yeah, well I don't care. Just get this over with," you grumbled quietly.

"Well alright then grumpy pants."

"Shuddup."

Peter slipped on his mask and jumped off the fire escape, slinging his webs onto the edge of your apartment building creating a 'thwip' noise. Although, that noise was quickly masked by your shrill screaming of pure terror. Your eyes were clamped shut tightly and you were clinging onto Peter like your were drowning and he was your buoy. Obviously, swinging through the crowded streets of New York couldn't be further from that.

"Ya know," Peter shouted over your loud shrieking, "I don't get why you hate this so much, we've done this so many times."

You simply gripped him tighter and yelled even louder.

Luckily to Peter's relief, he had finally reached the rooftop you two hangout at. He gracefully swung to the roof and landed on it without a scratch.

"Hey, we're here. You can let go of me now," Peter told you while prying your fingers that were dug painfully into his side. Your fingers didn't move though and your face styed buried in his red and black lycra clad shoulder.

"Y/N let go of me, I'm gonna get a bruise. I've already gone deaf thanks to your screaming."

Tentatively you loosened grip on Peter and opened one eye to observe your surroundings. Satisfied (A/N: I WILL NEVER BE SATISFIEEEDDDD!! sorry i'll leave now) with  what you saw, your let go of him completely and placed your feet firmly on the concrete ground.

"First of all your have super strength, you're not gonna get a bruise from my admittedly weak grip and second of all, it's not my fault you refuse to take the subway like a normal person."

He just sighed and removed his mask, "Alright alright whatever, where're the sandwiches, I'm starving."

You took the bag of your arm and unzipped it reveal the delicious carb-filled goodies in your bag. Peter swore he almost started drooling whenever he ate your cooking. He was always surprised of how you could turn the most random ingredients into the most delicious, mouth-watering meal he had ever seen. Hell, you could be a Michelin starred chef one day. Peter would be lying if he said your skills in the kitchen weren't one of the reasons he liked you so much. Of course that fact that you were literally drop dead gorgeous didn't hurt either. (A/N: if anyone says they arent stfu. you are freaking stunning queen >:( )

"Alright one close  replica of Delmar's number five smushed down with pickles for you and a prosciutto and buffalo mozzarellas sandwich with a hint of homemade pesto aioli for me!"

"Honestly, yours is a bit much if you ask me. Give me a Delmar's sandwich and I'll be happy as a clam."

"Well I didn't ask you, and I just have a much more refined taste than you, you peasant. Now shut up and eat."

"Gladly," Peter grinned.

You handed him his sandwich and watched as he plopped himself down on the edge and greedily unwrapped it. Once he caught a glimpse of the tempting carb goody, he hastily took a huge bite and groaned in pure delight.

You smiled widely at the sight, "Good?"

"So good," he replied quickly, slightly muffled by the sandwich he was stuffing his face with. He focused all his attention on the sandwich, somewhat resembling a rabid dog.

"Ya know for the guy who calls himself Spiderman, you look like a hungry dog when you eat," you quipped.

"No-" he paused to swallow the huge bite he just took, "I don't." "'M just hungry," he mumbled, once again going back to his sandwich.

"Sure you don't Peter," you giggled quietly.

You began to unwrap your sandwich, and finally took a bite of it. You let out a small sigh when you ate it. You were very much aware of your talent in the kitchen and took a lot of pride in it too. Personally, you didn't understand why Peter liked Delmars so much. Sure their sandwiches were good, but yours were great. You thought your skills could easily surpass those of Mr.Delmars' employees when it came to cooking. Mr. Delmar was a great guy, sure, but you felt you definitely beat him in the sandwich making area.

You stopped your mental comparison of sandwiches and looked over at Peter, who was quite obnoxiously enjoying his meal. Honestly, he sounded like a pig. Nevertheless, somehow he still managed to look adorable. He was always adorable though. His weird eyebrows that you could never seem to smooth down were cutely scrunched up as he concentrated on devouring his sandwich. Peter's nose and cheeks were both dusted light pink due to the sharp winds nipping at the two of you on the rooftop. His legs were folded in a criss-cross fashion like how a toddler would sit, and his hands were wrapped tightly around the sandwich he was currently shoving his face in.

"Pete, slow down, you have sauce everywhere," you laughed lightly.

Slightly dazed and a bit confused, Peter looked up at you, "Wha?"

"I said you have sauce everywhere stupid," you smiled as you cocked you head to the side.

"Oh, right," Peter brought his hand up and wiped his mouth quickly. "Better?"

"You still have some right here," you replied motion to the corner of your mouth to show him. he rubbed his cheek where you motioned again.

"Now?"

"No, silly. Here let me," you motioned for him to leaned closer and grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth. Slowly, you wiped the corners of his mouth, focusing on your task. While you were busy cleaning his sauce ridden face, Peter couldn't help but slightly ogle at your face.  His heart slightly melted at the cute expression on your face. He saw hoe your tongue stuck out slightly in concentration. You did that a lot, he noticed, especially when you found something difficult. He picked up on that after staring at during class a lot. You just looked so adorable, he couldn't help it. He looked at your Y/E/C eyes which were acutely trained on his mouth. Peter also stole a glance at your plump lips, which he often found himself looking at. Honestly he could stare at you beautiful face for days, and having you this close in proximity to his face really wasn't doing him any favors. His heart was beating like crazy, it was like an entire herd of deer were—

"All done!" you exclaimed happily, looking into his eyes. When you looked up at him, you didn't know what you were expecting, but he had a rather odd look in his eye. You felt like you knew what was coming though. You couldn't put your finger on it but he was looking at you very intently, but you could see a hint of softness in his eyes.

"You okay, Pete?" you asked quietly.

He didn't answer, he just took a deep breath. Peter leaned forward and connected your lips in a soft kiss. He put his still a bit wrapped sandwich down and cupped your face, bringing you even closer. He really had no clue what he was doing or what go into him, but whatever it was he really liked it. This was an awfully impulsive, move especially for him, but he knew he did the right thing. Without missing a beat, you started moving your lips against his and tilting your head to deepen the kiss

You were a bit caught off guard, but you weren't surprised, to say the least. You weren't an idiot, you saw how he was looking at you when you were cleaning his lips. You knew he was going to do something, not just kiss you like that, but you weren't complaining in any way. In fact you were enjoying yourself quite a bit. It's not like you haven't been thinking about kissing his thin, but still appealing lips for a while now.

Eventually, you had to pull back after a bit to catch your breath, much to Peter's dismay. Not even giving you a second, he connected your lips again and started moving again.

You broke the kiss again with a breathy laugh, "Pete, I don't have super powers like you, I need to breathe."

He frowned playfully, slightly relieved that you didn't reject him. Giving you a second, he pressed his lips to your again mumbling against them, "But I wanna a kiss you."

You didn't object this time and wrapped your arms around his neck, fully getting into it. The both of you had long forgotten your sandwiches by now, too absorbed by each other. It's safe to say you two didn't eat much for the rest of the evening.

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𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 <𝟯𝟯

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