A/N: I wrote this at 4:30 in the morning because I needed to write something TASM-related but wasn't sure I had their characters down. So - have some dialogue. Please review, because I have no idea if this reads as in-character or not. And I'd like to write a bit more TASM fic. ;)
"Have you -?"
"Have I what?"
Peter struggles for words, perched in Gwen's windowsill. This has become routine for them. A few times a week (if not every day) Peter appears in her window. Sometimes they talk, seated opposite each other in their respective positions in the windowsill and on her office chair. Sometimes they don't talk, their bodies making so much clothed contact, hips grinding, lips touching, tongues brushing.
Gwen's mother has no idea that Peter and Gwen have been alone in Gwen's room unsupervised for over an hour now. In fact, Gwen's mother has no idea that Peter and Gwen have ever been alone in Gwen's room unsupervised. (And what she doesn't know won't kill her, Gwen thinks.)
"Peter?" says Gwen with a laugh, watching Peter's mouth open and close and open again like some kind of human-fish. "Have I what?"
He grins with her, but his is a nervous one, and he shakes his head.
"Just - you know, have you -? Have you ever -?"
He helplessly motions to Gwen's bed.
It clicks.
"Had sex?" Gwen says. Peter gulps and nods. Gwen laughs again. "No," she says. "No, I have not."
"Oh." A look of relief floods Peter's face. "Me neither."
"Do you - want to?" asks Gwen. With me? she silently adds, but the message is clear. She watches Peter turn a light shade of pink.
"Uh," he says. His eyes dart down to her lips, to her breasts, and then quickly flit back up. She catches him looking and raises an eyebrow. He smirks. "Yeah."
"Not right now, though," Gwen half-states/half-asks, her head tilted for clarification.
He shakes his head. Smirk still there, and it's now being bitten, she notes.
"No. Not right now."
"You could still, um," says Gwen, smiling down at the ground before coming back up to meet him in the eyes. "You could come here and kiss me. You know. In the meantime."
"I think," he says, gracefully launching himself off of the window sill and driving her body backwards with his onto the bed, "that would be a very good idea."
A/N: No like srsly please review and critique. I would like to write actual Peter/Gwen sexytiemz~ soon.