January 18th - 2017

Peter slightely woke up and stretched languidly under the bed covers while his eyes fluttered open. He yawned lazily and felt a pleasant warmth and weight pressed over and against his toned chest. He looked down and saw Gwen peacefully sleeping with an arm across his torso and resting her head close to his neck.

No matter what time was, she always looked beautiful with that shining and golden hair of hers. He thought.

With his fingertips, Peter trailed circles over the soft and creamy skin of her back as he caressed the top of her head. Gwen always have been light sleeper so he had to be careful to not interrupt such peaceful moment.

He just couldn't think of anyone else that he wanted spend the rest of his life with besides his perfect girlfriend. She's the one for him, always was. He only hoped she felt the same. Still, even being in such advanced phase of her relationship, Peter didn't wish to rush things at all.

It has been two years since the couple had moved to England, shortly after he fought one robot of some sort, kinda. They were living in an apartament that Gwen's mother was helping by paying the rent for the two of them, in the city of Oxford. A beautiful place.

There wasn't a single night where Peter doesn't revive the night where he almost lost Gwen because of Harry, who for his relief, was locked inside a reinforced cell at Ravencroft, and he would never ever touch her again. Peter won't let anyone put Gwen's life in danger again because of some bloodthirsty revenge. She doesn't deserve such life of constant danger.

It won't happen again, ever. He told himself as he brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

Peter cleared his mind of such toughts and looked to the alarm clock in the stand besides their bed, seeing it was already 7:00 AM. He wanted to stay a few more hours with Gwen at his side in bed, but they needed to get up since he had a meeting with the editor of a local newspaper. Gwen herself would be at Oxford University, studying molecular medicine. His little blonde genius.

He decided it was time to get up and went to wake Gwen by trailing soft kisses on her throat, making Gwen release a light moan in response and bringing a content smile to his face. He kissed her lips gently as she lazily reciprocated.

"Good Morning, sunshine." Peter said, giving her an eskimo kiss.

"Hey." Gwen replied, still sleepy. She teased weakly, "I see someone's in a good mood..."

Peter chuckled briefly. "Slept well?" He kissed her forehead and moved his hand down to her waistline, feeling the soft material of her panties, before slipping the same hand under the large shirt she stole from him as he began stroking her bare belly.

"Good." She snaked both arms around his neck and brought him closer.

He playfully narrowed his eyes at her. "You do know you took the blankets off me thorough the night, you know?"

"I did? I don't recall doing that." Gwen replied, playfully as ever, something that was always present on their relationship. "Maybe I had the goal of making you want more of me."

"Of course, you did." Peter knew she was playing with him and leaned down, engaging into a passionate kiss and consequently fighting her skilled tongue. He gently bit her lower lip, before releasing it. "We...should get up," He continued, "I'm still getting used to not being late."

"You definetely need to, honey." Gwen nodded in agreement. "I'm going to prepare something for us to eat, alright?"

Peter nodded back. The couple kissed one last time before reluctantly getting out of their bed, something they're both skeptical about it. Mostly due to the laziness.

Since Gwen was the first to stand up, Peter sat in the bed and stretched his arms once again. His eyes caught up with Gwen once he saw her bending down and pulling her shorts up to her waist in front of the wardrobe.

"Dog..." Gwen muttered to herself, she knew he was staring.

Peter laughed. "I can't help with it." She briefly turned around and disapprovingly shook her head at him as she walked off the bedroom and towards the kitchen.

He grinned to himself and went to their wardrobe to wear a shirt since he was losing his natural heat. The last two days was constantly snowing for hours, without a single merciful break. He opened the first drawner and saw his red and blue Spider-Man suit stashed behind his normal casual clothes. He hadn't used it since defeating Rhino, two years ago, before taking the plane to England.

The last day the world saw Spider-Man, the real one.

It isn't the right rime..

Some people like his Aunt or even Gwen's mother could place the pieces together and realize who Spider-Man is. It would be too much coincidence if Spider-Man appeared in England just when he and Gwen had moved to the country. He wanted to dedicate more of his time with Gwen.

They were urgently needing a break from themselves when they arrived. It paid off, thankfully.

Peter grabbed a white T-shirt, close the drawer and wore the clothing he desperately needed and headed towards the living room to check on his girl.

The bulding basically had four floors and they were living on the last one, it was surprisingly tall for the standards. The apartment had one bedroom and a single bathroom. The living room was connected to the kitchen and the small dinner area.

It was a very comfortable place for both of them. They're very happy by living together. Nothing else was needed, at all.

Peter entered the kitchen and saw Gwen cutting a apple in small pieces, over the sink. He approached her from behind, and wrapped both arms around her waist, leaning on her cheek and making her giggle by the sudden and lovely movement.

"Wanna a bite, Mister Bugboy?" She offered as he kissed the smooth of her cheek.

He played along, "Does it come with some Stacy on it?"

Gwen smirked. "Well, Sir, you're getting no Stacy as for now." She took the apple and placed close Peter's lips who managed to bite a big chunk off, surprising her. "I said a bite! Not half of the apple!" Gwen exclaimed, with a mock glare- face.

Peter shrugged his shoulders. "I'm kinda hungry." He replied as he ate the fruit.

"I can see that." She said a bit snarky, and playfull at the same time.

Peter kissed her cheek, earning a little smile in return. "I talked with Aunt May, yesterday."

"How is she?" Gwen resumed her original task of cutting some more slices of the apple.

"She misses us a lot." He answered. "Like - really, really a lot; I bet she misses more you then me."

"And you even wonder why?" Gwen raised an eyebrow. "I mean, it's not like your fixed your bed, had your bedroom in order, and any other essential tasks."

Peter deadpanned. "Sympathy, Gwen, sympathy."

Gwen chuckled. "But yeah, no doubt; mom often says that as well."

He moved a hand inside her shorts and began caressing her thigh. "She wanted to give us some money, but I talked her out of it. She needs it more than us."

"It's for the best." Gwen agreed. "And talking about money, I got a job in bookstore." She revealed.

"Really? That's awesome!" Peter smiled happily. She's fantastic, always have been. "I too have something to say, babe; today, I will sign that contract I told you about, being a photograper at the local newspaper."

"It suits you," Gwen affirmed. "I know that you take some photos of me when I'm sleeping, though." She remarked, rather annoyed at it.

He tilted his head to the side, trying to meet her eyes. "Why not...?"

"Because I look horrible when I'm sleeping." Gwen snarled. She didn't enjoyed getting caught in surprise, or in this case, asleep.

"You never look horrible, you are always beautiful no matter what time is... and I don't mind seeing you in your underwear too." He flirted with cocky smile. "Those pictures are to remind myself I'm the luckiest man alive."

Gwen's cheeks heated. He always said the nicest things. "Flatterer..."

"You do love some self adoration, don't you?" He gently bit her left ear.

"Hum...maybe I do, " Gwen turned on her back and gave him a tiny peck on the lips. "Now, Mr Lovely, let's have our breakfast and then you will drop me at Oxford."

Peter replied through a country accent he recently mastered on porpuse, "Ma'am I won't disappoint you."


A/N : Hey everyone, I hope you had a good time reading this short chapter. It's just one in a series that is being written with the objective of telling the many phase of Gwen and Peter's lives. Any requests or questions will be greatly appreciated. Thank you :)