Author's Notes: Guys...I got sad again. I just bought TASM 2 on DVD...and...and I...th-the ending, goddamn it, I couldn't get out of the room fast enough, I couldn't pause it quick enough! Why Marc Webb, why! Then again, rumors have it Emma Stone will be playing the Carnage version of Gwen Stacy as Spidey's villain in TASM 3! Whoa, that is one hell of a twist!

Anyway, a new story of Fluffy one shots, cos hey, why not? Now, I'm sure you've all read "Peter and Gwen A-Z" by NoraSpider-Girl. It's super cute and brilliantly written, so check it out if not. I got inspiration to jump on the bandwagon, and do a series of one shot stories for this pair, so if you like fluff and this pairing, you'll love this! You are all in charge of what happens in this story, too! For example, if I need an idea, let me know what you want to read for it, and if I like it, I'll write it! Anyway, that's enough out of me.

"We're Best Friends" is still in progress too, but I needed a break from all the heart angst and stuff, cos Kraven is about to make his entrance into their lives, so here is some fluff! - Dave

A is for Admiration

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The moon loomed ominously in the night sky, like a hole in a quilt of black silk, lunar light pouring through in trickling streams of gorgeous white light. Crystal stars glimmer and flicker in the infinite abyss of space, accompanying the moon in painting the never sleeping city of Manhattan in a pale glow. Even through the window of the bedroom, overlooking the city, muffled moans of police sirens and car horns rapping against the glass, the cold could be felt as it invisibly crept into the warmth, battling the comforting temperature.

She shivered and mumbled in her deep sleep, cuddling deeper into the curve of Peter's bare torso, defined pectorals her pillow. His right arm curled around her frame and his calloused fingers held gently to her hip, fingers stroking lightly against the visible band of pale skin between the night top's hem and the elastic band of her Pajama shorts. Gwen was fast asleep, snuggled up against him in her bed, sheets kicked around their ankles, enveloping and lapping his and her toes, like an ocean wave of silky cotton. She hummed a content sigh, warm breath leaving her softly pursed lips, tickling against his collar bone. Peter smiled and lifted his left hand from her pale thigh, currently wrapped around his stretched out legs, her toes coiling above his, stroking his shins.

He brushed a curled lock of gold out of her closed eyes and looped it gently behind her ear, his fingers brushing her cheek, making her shuffle and mumble something incoherent into his shoulder. He chuckled quietly as he felt her lips move against his sensitive skin. Her arms moved up from being folded to her chest and pawed the air, moaning and furrowing her eyebrows, closed eyelids scrunching. Peter's eyes widened incredulously and he stifled his laugh as he watched her...dreaming? Was she dreaming?

He watched her reach her hands out to the air, clutching at nothingness, mumbling incoherence again, before her lips contorted and parted, a silent yawn creeping out of her mouth as she sucked in oxygen. He smiled till his cheeks hurt, watching her so close and all his, her button nose scrunching up as her deep sleep yawn finished, clapping her lips and snuggling back into his chest.

Gwen huffed and she dropped her hands back to rest on Peter's chest with a quiet slap against hard muscle. Her fingers slid down across his chest, running over the hard bumps of scarred skin, once gouging tears from Lizard Talons, now healed to raised ridges of white hard tissue and lapping pale skin. He grinned stupidly and shook his head, leaning back against her headboard. Her right thigh slid up his leg further, her long slender calve stroking against the sensitive hairs and skin of his own leg as she folded up into an almost fetal position, pretty much in his lap now.

Peter chuckled and pressed his palm to her thigh gently, trying to coax the fast asleep girl to stretch out again. She moaned and grumbled before bringing her left leg up too, now fully folded up into his lap, head against his chest. Peter huffed and couldn't help the grin. She was absolutely beautiful, no matter what, whether she be clad in a curve hugging cocktail dress, or a pair of flannel pajamas. There was something about the way she looked when she slept, all the stress of life melting away and leaving her be for a few blissful hours of rest. Was it the way all her muscles relaxed and softened in his arms, the way her eyelids spasmed every so often as a dream whisked her away on subconscious adventure? Was it down to the way she mumbled and squeaked as she stretched out, paws sliding up and down his chest absent mindlessly, or the way her lips softened and relaxed, parting ever so slightly as she breathed through her mouth? It didn't matter what it was that he found so captivating about her sleeping, all that mattered was that she was his, and he was hers.

Peter snapped from his Admiration of Gwen as a fizzing sensation erupted across the tips of his toes, like hot needles prickling his skin. All the blood had been cut off from her legs coiling over his. He needed her to move, but hated the idea of waking his sleeping beauty. He licked his dry lips and cleared his throat quietly, mouth opening and closing, gaping like a fish, the words never forming as he disdained the idea of waking the blissful blonde in his arms.

"Gwen." he whispered gently. She never moved. He shuffled slightly, running his hand up from her hip to cup the back of her shoulder, pale smooth skin, creamy to the touch sliding over his fingertips.

"Gwen?" He sung, kissing her nose. She grumbled, swatting the air around her nose. "Gwen, honey?"

"Mmm..." He watched her eyebrows furrow and her lids scrunch, before slowly peeling open, revealing a pair of bright green irises...tired green irises. "W-Wha..." she opened her mouth wide, yawning till her jaw ached. She finally closed her mouth and licked her dry lips. "...What?"

"I umm...I need you to move, okay?" He grimaced, feeling the fizzing tingling across his toes.

"Why?" she whined, burying her face in his chest, shaking her head. "M'comfy."

"I know you are, I know, but my legs are - umm - falling asleep...all tingly." he felt the pins and pricks of heat fizzing in his toes, blood circulation cut off. "Can you umm...let me up please?" Peter whispered to her hair, kissing her scalp. Gwen groaned and shuffled off of him, pulling her long legs off of his. He sat up and hissed, running his hands up and down his shins, squeezing his toes to encourage any form of blood flow. Gwen blinked hard a few times, bags under her eyes and a tired expression on her face. She was barely with it at all, sniffing and running the tops of her fingertips under her nasal. She looked around her dark room, a thin band of amber light under her closed bedroom door being the only light source. She looked over Peter at her closed window, curtains pulled over ever so slightly, the city visible through the silky fabric. Peter sat up into her line of bleary sight.

"Beh...Better?" she grumbled, yawning again, squinting her eyes further, stifling the jaw stretching ball of air currently filling her lungs with the back of her hand. She exhaled loudly and closed her mouth, blinking tiredly, eyes glassy and red with sleep. Peter nodded and ran a hand up through his windswept hair, leaning back onto the pillows, shuffling till he was comfortable. He pulled his arm out to rest across her pillow and smiled at her. Gwen smiled back lamely and shuffled closer, snuggling back into his side. Blonde hair fanned out across his abs and he chuckled a grin, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, nuzzling her hair and kissing her soft scalp, all the while smelling the rich scents of her fruity shampoo and conditioner.

"Much Better." He sighed contently, his free left hand gripping the quilt and tugging it out from under their intertwined feet, pulling it up and over them both, Gwen humming happily, nuzzling his neck, her lips kissing his jaw.

"Love...you." she yawned, eyes already closed again, a smile playing on her velvet lips. She had him back, after all his talk of never breaking her Father's dying promise, he'd finally cracked and caved, coming back home to her, her bug boy. Through all her tears for her Father, and for her lost boyfriend, the only light in her life, he'd been there watching over her from afar. But she didn't want him far, she wanted him near, like he is now, her pillow, her comfort, her hero. Her everything.

"Yeah...Love you too." He kissed her forehead softly, leaning his head back against the soft pillows and beginning to drift off to sleep, his left hand coming up to his chest beneath the sheets, gently intertwining his fingers with hers, rubbing her knuckles Lucidly. Yeah, he admired this girl with all his heart, and savored every moment he had with her, because sometimes, broken promises are the best kind...for both of them.

Author's Notes: So yeah, a story of fluff, which all of you are in charge of! Let me know in the comments what you think of it, and also, what you want to see for B! Bowling? Baseball? Birthday? Let me know! Love ya, and stay cool! - Dave