(For your reading pleasure, and especially for my favourite my love addiction who told me that following up on this fic would be fantastic. I've only written this chapter, but hopefully it's enough for those of you who wanted more.

Also, smut ;P )

II. emotion in motion

The thing is, Gwen eventually gets a bit embarrassed about how she went about wooing Peter the second time. It's one of those universal truths that girls will always get around to questioning and worrying about their love life, and because Gwen is steady and happy with Peter, the only thing she can really worry about is the fact that she couldn't get Peter without propositioning him.

Obviously, a part of her recognises that this is stupid.

(But that part is always hastily drowned out by her louder insecurities and left to hide away).

Anyway, the point is that sometimes Gwen will remember shoving him into that supply closet and cringe because it's six kinds of pathetic and desperate and how was she ever that girl and how was Peter ever remotely interested in that girl?

Of course, because Peter's ridiculously smooth when he wants to be—and Gwen can attribute that to the Spider sense when all else fails because he's still one of the most awkward people in the world in other situations—he picks up on it.

(It's his fault anyway because he's the one bringing up their whole encounter).

"And I remember thinking that maybe an attacker had found me—and then you were kissing me and I was so confused and—" cue Gwen's cringe.

Peter cuts himself off, falling silent as his eyes narrow in her direction.

For obvious reasons, Gwen avoids his gaze.

But it turns out that his ability to make out with her at will has given him extra confidence around her, and he doesn't hesitate before frowning and moving closer to her. They're studying on her bed in her dorm, her at the end and him leaning against the headboard, so he kind of crawls over to her more than anything. He ducks his head when he reaches her, so that he can see under the curtain of hair that has fallen across her face.

"What are you doing?"

Gwen blushes slightly and then shakes her head, looking away again—which is hard because his head is practically in her lap at the moment. "Nothing," she says immediately, because they've had this conversation a couple of times now.

Peter stares up at her challengingly. She looks back at him now, wide eyes like she's trying to prove that absolutely nothing is wrong at all. It goes on for a second before he surges up, kissing her. It's a really weird angle because his head is upside down and he kind of gets her chin a bit, but he's never been traditionally 'smooth' and they get the hang of it eventually. After a moment, he lets his head drop back into her lap and he grins up at her.

"Don't." He says, because he knows what's bothering her, even if she didn't say it out loud. "Seriously. It was the best thing you could have done, and I love you for it."

(They exchanged I love yous a while ago, but it still doesn't stop the thrill that Gwen gets every time he says it).

"Love you, too." She says—before dropping a kiss on his nose.

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Of course, she's not really convinced. She thinks that a part of Peter can definitely tell, but he's not pushing it, so Gwen tries to push it out of her mind. She doesn't think about it too much, in the end, because she's still working at Oscorp and she doesn't have the time to dwell on it. Also, her courses at university are a challenge and she needs to stay on top of it.

Anyway, she's at work on Saturday, actively not thinking about it, but kind of thinking about where Peter is (because it's been about four days since they've seen each other, because of their classes and her work and his work at the newspaper (and his other less conventional job) and she's at that really missing him stage) while she's walking.

Understandably, she's then quite surprised when she walks past a closet and the door opens and she's snatched inside.

She makes one of those ugly inhaling noises, soft of falls on to Peter, who takes only the time to pull the door closed behind her before he's kissing her breathless.

And yeah, wow.

She calms down (comparatively) kind of quickly, because she knows who this is and she's not been abducted or anything. She sinks into the kiss, her hands coming up to cradle his head while he pushes his tongue between her lips. She kisses him for another moment, before pulling back—which is difficult because Peter kind of ducks his head to follow her movement and it's so hot that she has to kiss him for another moment.

But she sticks to her convictions and pulls away in the end.

"What? What are you doing here?"

She gets a good look at him (well, as much as the dark of the storage closet can offer) and he's wearing his normal hoodie and jeans combo, which is odd. The only other times he's been here lately is when he's been doing Spiderman business, and really needed to see her. (Sometimes he has a bad day and needs to remind himself that she's around, he tells her, which always makes Gwen's insides go funny).

Peter's eyes keep darting between her mouth and her eyes. He licks his lips a little subconsciously, and Gwen suddenly feels a little hot.

She gets the picture though. He doesn't need to say anything.

She takes a step back. "No—oh, no. Peter—"

Peter follows her, crowding her a bit, pushing into her personal space until she's backed against the wall. (It doesn't take long, because they're in a closet.) He hasn't stopped looking at her lips.

"I'm just making it so we're even." He says casually, his voice low and gravelly. "I mean, you've pulled me into a storage closet before."

He darts in to steal another kiss before she can respond. He lingers, but only for a moment before pulling back and looking at her wickedly.

She's shaking her head, eyes wide. "This is my work." She protests.

Peter grins. "We were at school when you got me."

Gwen flushes because that's the honest truth of it and it's a little embarrassing, again, that she was so desperate that she attacked him during school hours.

He doesn't seem to mind.

"Come on." He leans forward and whispers huskily in her ear. "I promise I'll be quiet."

Gwen feels a rush to her head (and other places) and suddenly, yes, it is very hot in there. The hallway they're in is a less frequented one, if she's honest. She was only down here because she'd needed to find some files from a few years ago (she hadn't found anything and was returning to tell her partner that). Ooh, there's a point!

"I have to get back to the lab. Dr. River's is waiting." She says because thats a totally reasonable reason for this to not happen—the lustier part of herself is protesting even as she says it. Peter is warm and right there and he smells incredible. She wants to kiss him again.

Peter wants to kiss her again, apparently, because he does—another quick, open mouthed kiss—before he pulls back. His hands are on her waist now, holding tight with a hot grip. His thumb is kind of moving softly across her hip bone and she shivers slightly.

"I bet I can get you off in no time." Peter says, eyes flashing. "I'm very good at that."

Gwen shifts slightly, and presses her thighs together because she's only a woman and obviously, that kind of talk is going to do things to her. So Peter wants to get busy in the storage closet then?

"I thought we were making us even." She says, even though at this point she's pretty much convinced. "We only made out at school."

Peter grins. "Gwen, we've matured."

He uses the word to pull her close against him, pressing his body right at hers because he's obviously figured out that she's made her decision. The move sends a rush through Gwen and she shivers slightly, feels her body reacting to what he's saying, anticipation coiling in her stomach.

One more second of hesitation. She glances outside—the hallway is empty now.

Peter figures her out before she can make a move and then he's pressing her with brilliant force into the shelves of cleaning equipment, kissing her with everything he's got. She reacts accordingly, lifting her hands to run through his hair while he licks and nips at her mouth.

"I think about it all the time." Peter breathes when he pulls away, just to press his lips sloppily against her jaw, sucking at a pressure point he knows makes her crazy.

Her brain is kind of not online right now, so it takes a couple of seconds for her to catch up to what he's saying. He runs his tongue over her collarbone and she bites her lips to stop from moaning, instead letting her head fall back a little so that he can kiss his way up her neck.

"Wh... what?" she finally get out.

Peter bites at the spot below her ear before returning to her lips. "The closet. Back at school." He says into her mouth, in between hasty kisses. "I love. I love to think about it. How much you. You wanted me. After everything."

She flushes but it's a good one—only half because of how she feels about that particular moment. Because if there was anything that Peter got out of the moment—how desperate she was, how weird—it's lovely that he just thinks about how much she wants him.

She kisses him solidly for it, breathing out heavily through her nose because she doesn't want to break for air. They're not being very quiet—but they're not actively moaning or shouting. They're just kind of hitting a lot of stuff on the shelves and breathing (panting?) loudly.

"I always want you." She whispers when they have to break.

He pauses, hesitates to look at her for a moment. He blinks once, twice, before his face breaks out into his perfect smile and he looks at her like she's just told him everything he's ever wanted to hear. Then he kisses her again, his hands coming around to cup her ass.

She's running her fingers across his front—tucked under his hoodie and his shirt so that she can feel the hard hot panes of his chest. His nipples are hard and pointed when she brushes her fingertips over them, and he shudders slightly. His hands are rubbing into her ass now, but he moves lower, running over the top of her thighs before gripping her tight there.

He lifts her up with ease and sets her on the shelf behind her. He's holding most of her weight but he can handle it (thank you, Spiderman) so that they don't break the shelf. She holds on to his shoulders, her hands still up under his shirt, and she can feel his muscles move as he lifts her (again. Thank you, Spiderman). Her legs part instantly and he presses in, even closer so that she's cradling him. She can feel him, hard against her thigh, and the first whimper escapes her before she can stop it.

Peter pulls back from the kiss, but presses his hips closer to the crux of her thighs. "Shh," he admonishes her, looking entirely too proud of herself.

She scowls at him playfully, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him back to her. She's still wearing her white lab coat, but he navigates that with ease, tucking his hands past it to cradle her waist, getting her closer. But he doesn't linger there for long. His hands come around again, and he pauses in kissing her to look down and focus on undoing the front buttons of her shirt. (She's wearing one of her high waisted skirts, with a tucked in button down shirt for work, and it's exactly the clothing she needs to be wearing for something like this). She drops her head to his shoulder while he works, leaning forward to decorate his neck and collarbone with her own kisses.

She pauses at the hollow of his neck, and bites, sucking to leave a mark because she loves this man and god, the whole world should know it.

"Gwen," Peter whispers roughly in reaction. His fingers still on her buttons for a moment, just a quick moment, before he finishes the final button and pulls her shirt open. He yanks, untucking her shirt and freeing her to his eyes.

He drops immediately, letting her weight lean more heavily on the shelf while he ducks his head to press kisses to her breasts. She's got her bra on—a lacy white thing that Peter was with her to buy—but it clasps at the back and it's a bit of a hassle to pull it off all together. Peter compensates by licking and sucking on the flesh that's free for a moment, before he grabs the underwire and pulls. With the bra around her stomach, he's free to lean closer and suck her nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking over the bud.

Gwen pulls a hand from under his shirt, just so that she can cover her own mouth. It feels fantastic, he feels fantastic, and she's never been very good at staying quiet.

Her arm is kind of pulled down by the bra straps that had pulled off her shoulders but she doesn't notice, too focused on the oh, oh things that Peter is doing to her. He brings his hand down to massage her thigh while he worships her breasts and Gwen can't help it, drops her other hand to his head, running through his hair and whimpering again.

She manages to keep it quiet this time, at least, because total silence is impossible at this point.

He sucks her into his mouth again and she lets her head fall back, hitting her skull on the other shelf. She doesn't pay it any attention, but Peter does—pulling away immediately to look at her, dropping his grip on her leg (so the only thing keeping her on the shelf is his body pressing tightly against hers) and lifting his hands to cradle her head.

She blushes. He grins, looks so, so happy that she can't help but grin foolishly back. "alright?" He checks, sounding a little too amused.

She rolls her eyes. "Shut up and kiss me." She orders.

Peter graciously does as he's told, a sweet smile and roll of his eyes like it's some sort of hardship. "Love you," he says against her lips. "You need to know."

She kisses him.

"I do." She says. "I promise, I do." She rocks against him, reaching down to grab his hips so that he can push directly where she needs him to push—even if her skirt and panties are still in the way.

He exhales roughly. "Fuck, Gwen." He groans throatily in her ear, and she hushes him, because they really can't get too loud.

She responds with a whispered, "yeah, shit." (They're never very eloquent at this stage, mostly because Gwen is always revelling in the fact that she has this, she has him and oh, my god he's so good).

Proving her point, he pulls back a little so that he can slip a hand up her skirt. His fingertips dance across the seat of her panties, brushing her flesh through the material and she sighs again, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back a bit.

"You're so wet," he tells her and Gwen kind of wants to nod her head and say, "yeah, I can tell" but the words aren't working on her lips so she just nods her head with another soft moan.

Instead, she comes up with, "come on."

Peter pushes her panties to the side and runs a finger through her sopping flesh, pausing at her clit and pressing hard. Gwen starts, her hips bucking towards his hand without her permission. "Shit, Peter."

Peter grins. He rubs her there for a moment before pushing further down, slipping his finger inside of her. Gwen clenches around him, because it feels brilliant to have him inside her and Peter groans at that, curling his finger to press at that spot so that Gwen jolts again. "Fuck," she says this time and Peter has the audacity to chuckle. Gwen feels indignant for a moment, and then he slips a second finger inside and she closes her eyes because it feels so wonderful.

Even then, though, it's not enough.

She swears again and manages to get out, "need you". Peter flushes, his fingers stutter for a minute into her, before he's pressing more aggressively against her g-sport. Gwen bucks into his hand, feeling the tension mounting just below her stomach, like a coil ready to spring.

But she doesn't want to come like this. She wants to finish with Peter inside of her, bringing him with her while her legs are wrapped around his waist. And that is well within her reach if she can find the willpower to —

"Peter." She says, her voice raspy, fighting to stay quiet. "Peter, I want, come on."

We've already established that she's not totally eloquent when she's like this. Peter seems to get what she's saying anyway, pulling his fingers from her and wiping them on his jeans. She glances at the door and while she can't hear anyone outside she can see that the lock is very much unlocked and they should really do something about that.

"Peter," she regains his attention even as he rocks slightly into her, pressing through his pants and her underwear. She shivers, loses her train of thought and then refocuses. "Peter—get the door."

Peter gives her a look like that's the stupidest idea she's ever had, but when his brain catches up seconds later he groans softly and wrenches himself away from her. She slips back to the floor without him there to hold her up and while he's fiddling with the lock, she reaches up her skirt and grabs her underpants, pulling them down and off, over her heels. Peter has this thing where he sometimes forgets that he's also a superhero when he gets really into it, and more than one pair of her panties has been torn in two as a result.

She straightens to see Peter looking at her with black eyes, the lock clicked firmly into place. It's a small room, so it only takes one small step before she's right up next to him. She tugs at his hoodie once, with a coy smile and an order ("off." The shirt can stay on because they're only in a storage closet, but the hoodie is hot and will get in the way.) before she settles her hand on the waistband of his jeans and starts pulling at his belt. She brushes his crotch with her finger, light and delicate and he bites his lip to stop from groaning.

He shrugs his hoodie off and then pulls her into another kiss. While she kisses him, she continues to pull at the belt, finally pulling it undone so that she can undo the button and zip down his fly. He's hot and hard in his boxers—and he groans when she slips a hand in to firmly grasp his cock almost like she's hurting him. But he's already pushing into her hand so she assumes she's doing the right thing.

"Come on," she says, stroking him three times before withdrawing her hand. She tugs him back to where they were against the wall—because that's the only way they'll be able to do this in such a small space—and then she pushes his jeans from his hips, so that they bunch around his knees. His boxers go too, trapped with the denim and she feels another rush of heat between her legs when she sees his cock, jutting out proudly.

"Condom?" she asks.

Peter nods hurriedly, bends over to pull it from his jeans pocket and then stands. Gwen snatches it from his hands before he gets the chance to open it, ripping open the wrapped and pulling it out. She strokes him a few more times before slipping the rubber on, pushing it down and over him. He peppers her neck with kisses while she does, his hands rubbing into her breasts, massaging and pulling. He tweaks her nipples, one with each hand, and Gwen exhales a whisper. She swears, and then steps back. Peter follows and his hands move from her breasts down, following her curves until he hits the hem of her skirt. Then he's pushing her closer to the shelf again, slowly pulling her skirt up until it joins her bra, still attached around her stomach and she's bare and open for him. He dips his head down to kiss the space between her breasts again, before he pulls back up, tightens his grip under her thighs and lifts her, setting her back onto the shelf. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him.

His cock rubs against her, brushing her clit and slipping up and down her slit. It covers him in her wetness, and they both groan softly together.

"Fuck," Peter says again. He kisses her again, biting her bottom lip while he pulls back his hips to nudge at her entrance.

"Come on," she says softly, and he pushes forward, slipping inside. Peter grunts a bit, mutters something under his breath while Gwen sighs. He feels fantastic inside her—so much more than his fingers, even if she loves that too. She does her part, sinking onto him, opening her legs as wide as she can so that he can push in deeper. She crossed her ankles behind his back and arches her back, and Peter groans quietly again.

When he's fully seated inside of her, they both pause for a moment, giving Gwen time to adapt to the intrusion and Peter time to get used to her heat around him. Gwen rocks into him, a little closer, pulling him in with her legs and Peter pushes close to her before pulling out a little bit. His thrusts starts slow and careful, like he's making sure she's good with it, but he gets faster and faster. She clenches around him every couple of seconds, panting because holy shit this is good, it's so good, he's so good, and she clutches at his shoulders, letting her eyes slip close.

Peter kissed her sloppily now, his attention on pounding into her, and she kisses him back with about as much finesse. Her fingers are clenched into his shoulder blades, pulling herself up—and when Peter shifts his hands a little and Gwen leans further forward he sinks even further in and brushes her g-spot with his tip. Gwen groans loudly, and then bites her lip to shut herself up.

The new angle means that his pelvis is rubbing against her clit and Gwen whimpers again because shit, shit, shit and she can't really do anything but meet his thrusts and hold on.

The coil in her stomach gets tighter and tighter with every thrust of Peter's. It's pure pleasure now, she's forgotten about the uncomfortable shelf or the bruise on her head from where she hit it. All she can feel is Peter inside her and around her and with her, totally with her. He looks about as gone, eyes scrunched tight, panting, breathing heavily and fingers squeezing into the flesh of her thighs.

When she peaks, she manages to keep herself quiet only because she's pressed her lips to Peter's again and he swallows all the noises she makes. He's grunting back, right there with her and keeps pushing into her as she starts to shake around him, the bliss taking over her. It ripples over her in waves, and then three thrusts and Peter joins her, dropping his head on her shoulder and pushing harshly as he comes.

Once it's finished they both pause for a moment, just to get their breaths back. Gwen's head drops back against the shelf again, this time she's expecting it so she doesn't hit herself. She takes a few deep breaths while Peter drops delicate kisses on her shoulder, his hands still holding her up and around him.

He pulls out slowly, and Gwen winces slightly from the feeling. He lets her down with equal care, lifts his head from her shoulder to smile at her with lazy eyes. She smiles back at him, and her brain comes back to her slowly. It's about then that she realises that she's just had sex in a closet at her work and not been entirely subtle about it. The flush creeps up her neck and Peter sees it. His smile widens into a grin and his eyes light up.

"We should do this again someday." He says mischievously, pulling up his pants and redoing his belt.

Gwen blushes a little more, but grins bashfully up at him. Still, she shakes her head. "Probably not a good idea." She says. "There are, you know, people here. Who could have heard us. We weren't exactly subtle."

Of course, that only makes Peter grin more, but Gwen's beginning to understand why the idea of public sex is so appealing.

He grabs her panties from where she put them and holds them out for her, helping her get her heels through the holes and then pulling them on for her. She fixes her skirt while he puts her bra back into place and gets to start on buttoning her shirt back up. She tucks it back in, and then redoes her pony tail while Peter shrugs his hoodie back on.

Finally, she straightens out her lab coat. "Face?" she asks.

"Beautiful as ever."

The answer makes her heart swell, but she looks at him seriously. "I mean, is it easy to tell that I've just been making out with someone?" She asks.

Peter surveys her, serious now. "Your lips are a little red?" He says, eyebrows high and grin nervous like she might get angry.

Gwen sighs, rolls her eyes and then kisses him again because, what the hell, if she's already looking made out with what's one more kiss. He kisses her back softly, pulling her close like he always does.

When she pulls away from his lips, he keeps her hips against hers, holding her tight. "I'll be remembering this one for a long time as well." He says.

Gwen smiles because she knows why he's done this. He runs around day by day wearing a skin tight spandex suit. He's not exactly subtle.

But it's helped, it has, because Peter wants her just as much as she's always wanted him and he really need to remember that more often.

This was a good reminder though.

"We're pretty good at memorable." She agrees, smiling. She cups his cheeks, kisses him sweetly again and then backs away. "Are you coming over tonight?" she checks.

Peter grins. "Wouldn't miss it." He promises. She squeezes her hand, still in his, and then lets her go, nodding towards the door. "Now, Dr. Rivers is probably wondering where you are."

She smiles and leaves. She doesn't see him follow after her, which he could have done since there's no one else in the corridor (thank god). But no alarms go off so she knows that no one else sees him leave either.

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Peter does indeed come over later. Because they're young and in love it's very easy for them to get down and dirty again, disregarding homework for each other. Gwen spends more time on him now, because she's really in love with him and he's so good to her that that's exactly what he deserves. It takes them longer, they eat a pizza, and then go for round three.

Later, Gwen lies on her back, Peter lying in-betweens her legs, arm crossed across her ribs, gently peppering kisses over her breasts while she plays tiredly with his hair.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me." Peter says into her skin. His eyes dart up to catch hers. "Seriously. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't talked me in to staying with you. I just—I was such an idiot."

Because where Gwen is usually dwelling on the fact that she had to force Peter back into a relationship, Peter is always dwelling on the fact that he had to be forced. It eats him up inside and it makes the lines of his eyes tight.

Gwen pulls him up to kiss him, and whispers that she loves him. They're together now. That's got to be all that matters.

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a/n: and they lived happily ever after because this is an AU and Gwen and Peter are perfection. Again, this is for my love addictionand I hope my porn isn't totally shit. Let me know if it is though, and I'll take it down.

Also, sorry for the abominable amount of cheese in this fic. But I want Gwen and Peter in a happy love bubble forever and ever amen, so I won't change it.

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