Saw the movie opening night and it was amazing(:
This is actually not my greatest work, but it was midnight and I honestly couldn't sleep before I got this down on paper... erm... computer... (damn you digital age!) But here you go. Enjoy :D
Tried to keep as much of my trademark "DarthBubbles" voice that you guys like so much... but like I said, it was midnight. xD
It was gradual. Getting back to being them.
He wanted to keep his promise. He really did. But he wanted her more.
So he'd sit behind her in class and stare at the blonde hair and wish he could run his fingers through it for one last time. They'd make awkward eye contact, brown meeting blue before they forced their gazes elsewhere. He'd brush against her shoulder as he made his way to his seat and she'd half-turn to him for a second before realizing herself and going back to what she'd been doing. Peter's heart burned for her. And he was losing self-control.
They spoke every so often. In large groups, or in offhand comments that weren't directed particularly to anyone. Comments that had an intended underlying specific meaning. "Mr. Parker, don't make promises you can't keep." "But those are the best kind." A smile. At him. The first he'd seen in weeks. It made him crazier for her. It was getting harder and harder to retain control. And he didn't really care.
The police sirens sent him swinging across the city, but they always made him think of her. And when he thought of her, he wanted her. She'd watch the news and see him flying outside her window and she closed her eyes and hoped her father would forgive her for wanting him to break that promise. She couldn't help it. All self-control had slipped away long ago and she had no intention of stopping it.
It was raining when it happened. Just like it had the day it ended. A bullet had grazed his chest and he knew he should probably get it fixed up, but he remembered. He remembered coming to her wounded before and he wanted her.
Peter hit the fire escape a bit harder than he'd have liked and he winced and the noise brought her to the window. It slid open with a thud and she dragged him in by the front of his suit and ripped his mask off and clung to his body, dripping with rainwater. He smiled and breathed in and fell in love all over again, inhaling the fruity scent and losing himself in everything that was Gwen Stacy.
And she gasped and pulled back and ran her fingers along the tear in the spandex where dark blood was accumulating and looked up at him with concerned ocean blue eyes.
He laughed, and smiled, and brushed the hair from her face. And lost control.
He found solace in her lips.