Author's Notes: Warning! Contains smut for those who find it uncomfortable. A fluffy short of the connection Gwen and Peter share. Gwen desperately wants a baby, so does Peter! But...should it really take this many tries to get pregnant? Is something wrong with them? With Peter? He has his ruminations on the matter...

C is for Connection

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Peter sat on the lip of the double bed, darkness shrouding the room, pooling in the corners as the warm glow of the bedside lamp flooded the bedroom. His knees bounced and his heart thumped against his chest. He gulped and ran a hand up through his windswept hair, blood rushing in his ears. He looked over his shoulder at the peeled open lip of the quilt, inviting him in for what was about to happen.

Currently Gwen was on the other side of the door across the room from him, in the en suite bathroom. He could see her shadow moving across the thin strip of light beneath the door. His heart beat heavily as he thought about what tonight would bring.

Peter looked down at his fiddling hands in his lap, currently only dressed in his boxers, bare feet sliding across the soft beige carpet. He looked up sharply when he heard the door unlock.

The bathroom door slid open, Gwen stepping seductively into the doorway. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened. She bat her eyelashes, hooded eyes looking longingly at him. Her plump and rosy lips smirked as she sauntered forward slightly. Golden hair trickled down her bare shoulders and bra straps, strands of ivory hair curling across her creamy breasts.

"See something you like, Bugboy?" She huskily spoke, stepping one foot in front of the other, walking up to him with swaying hips. His eyes raked up her body, lacy black bra and panties, nodding and salivating like a dog. He gulped and eyed what he always drooled over at school. Her long curvy legs. He loved her legs so much. Porcelain and soft skin, thin ankles curving up to widen at her toned thighs. He bit his lip as she stood before him, pressing her hands on his bare shoulders. She lowered herself to sit in his lap, hearing him groan. She smirked and bit gently on his earlobe.

"Gwen..." Peter mumbled, unable to resist the urge to kiss her pale and creamy neck. "Urgh...Gwen." He moaned. Gwen kissed along his jaw and finally met his lips, biting on his bottom one and pulling it back between her teeth.

"Yeah baby?" she cooed, busying herself with kissing his stubbly jaw. Peter ran his hands along the smooth and pale skin of her soft thighs.

"I need...to talk to you..." he panted. Gwen stopped kissing him and pulled away, still pursed lips. She closed her mouth and tilted her head.

"E-Everything okay? D-Do you not like it?" She asked, gesturing to herself. She started to blush, feeling embarrassed and stupid. Peter's eyes widened as he quickly caught on.

"Oh, no, no, no! No, no its amazing, y-you look...god, so, so good." He groaned. Gwen chuckled, smiling proudly.

"Yeah?"

"Only way it could be better was if you were smothered in chocolate." He whimpered, pressing the heel of his palm to his tented shorts. Gwen smirked proudly and giggled to herself.

"Maybe we could do that another day, yeah? A good idea in case we have to try again." she bit his lip again. Peter sighed and gently gripped her shoulders, making her sit up on his lap. She looked at him worriedly.

"Th-That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about..." Peter gulped. Gwen shuffled on his lap.

"Y-You don't want a baby, do you?" She asked, broken heartily. "You don't want a baby?"

"N-No, I do, I do, more than anything, but Gwen...Baby..." He sighed, heavily deflating. He gesticulated wildly with his arms, licking his dry lips. "...D-Do you ever think something's wrong? With us?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" she asked innocently, pressing her hands on his collarbones, wide emerald eyes fixated on his glassy ones.

"I want to give you a baby so bad. I do..." Peter sniffed. "B-But I'm scare that...th-that..." his mouth ran dry. "...The amount of times we've had to try..."

"Oh." Gwen looked at him softly. "You're scared something's wrong with us...downstairs?" she pointed down to their sex organs. Peter nodded quickly, blinking quickly. Gwen sighed softly, pressing her palms onto his cheeks. "Aww, Peter."

"You'd be an amazing Mom, a-and I'm scared I can't give you a baby...cos of my damn blood." he huffed, pointing harshly to the discarded Spiderman suit in the corner of their bedroom. Gwen eyed his red puffy eyes softly, stroking her thumbs across his cheeks. "The one thing I want more than anything is to be able to give you a baby...and I'm scared I can't."

"I love you." She stated, Peter looking up at her. "I love you so much, Peter. I'm sure it has nothing to do with your blood."

"Yeah right." he dryly scoffed.

"Sometimes it takes a few tries to get pregnant, okay? It's perfectly normal. And honey, if something is wrong...then we'll go to see someone, and find another way. That's what we've always been good at, right? Improvisation." Gwen grinned at him. Peter chuckled and grinned back. "Don't worry baby." She kissed the edge of his lips.

"I...want...to give you...this..." Peter said between soft kisses. "I just...hope it's...not my fault."

"It's not, okay?" Gwen said in a whisper, feeling Peter harden again against the inside of her thigh. "Don't worry...and let's enjoy the night." Gwen slid across his lap, Peter gritting his teeth and moaning in pleasure.

"I want to give you this..." He panted.

"Then do it." Gwen shrugged. Peter saw the blatant challenge in her words and kissed along the tendon in her neck. Gwen cooed and threw her head back. He left wet kisses along her skin, down to her heaving chest. She panted and run her hands through his hair. His hands ran up her sides and cupped the sides of her soft breasts, feeling the fabric of her silky bra rub against his fingers. He kissed the fleshy tops of her breasts, along the dip between them. Gwen groaned.

"Peter..." she breathed. He ran his hands up the smooth skin of her back, gently easing her to arch into him. She did so, Peter kissing her collarbones. Gwen dug her fingernails into his scalp, tilting his head up so she could kiss him deeply. She slowly rocked her hips forward, both of them whimpering into one another's mouths at the contact. He slid his hands down to caress her smooth thighs.

"I love you, Gwen." Peter panted against her lips as she rocked forward against his hardened member. "I want a life with you...a family."

"Me too..." She whimpered, lifting his head so she could suck on his bottom lip. Peter squeezed the soft flesh of her tantalizingly smooth thighs. Gwen gasped against his mouth as he walked his fingers up her upper thighs to her core. Much to her titillation, Peter raked his sticky fingertips along her skin, sticking and pulling at her sensitive skin. Gwen accidentally bumped her forehead to his in a sudden convulse of pleasure at his touch. "Sorry...every time." she grinned weakly. He chuckled and grinned back, lifting a hand to tilt her jaw and kiss her on the lips.

"Love how sensitive you are..." He mumbled as she crushed her lips to his. The heavy breaths venting loudly from their nostrils filled the hormone charged air of the bedroom. Gwen rocked her hips against his, her damp silky panties rubbing against his tented boxers. Peter grit his teeth and groaned, lulling his head to rest on her heaving chest. Gwen giggled triumphantly.

"Look whose talking..." she whispered, nibbling his earlobe. Peter kissed her cleavage, moaning against the warm flesh. He slid his hands down to her bare rear and gave the silky skin a gentle squeeze, Gwen slamming her eyes shut and biting harder on his ear as a consequence. Peter did not care. The soft flesh of her rear molded around his long fingers, Peter standing up from the bed, holding her in his grip. Gwen clutched his jaw and kissed him time and time again as he slowly walked them around the side of the bed.

Thud!

Peter cried out and dropped Gwen, the blonde yelping and bouncing across the bed, rolling off the other side with a thump. Peter whimpered and held his toes, looking at the one he'd stubbed on the bed's leg. He hissed and grit his teeth, observing the wounded area. He heard a tired huff and looked up at the messy blonde hair peering over the other side of the bed. Gwen blew the strands of gold out of her eyes, staring at Peter with a raised eyebrow.

"Sorry." He sheepishly winced. Gwen crossed her arms on the bed and rested her chin on her pale wrists, narrowing her eyes at him. "I hurt my tootsies." Peter pouted. Gwen blew a laugh through her lips, shaking her head at him.

"Gosh, I hope you can pull through." Gwen retorted, standing up and running her fingers through her messy ivory locks. Peter gulped and raked his eyes over her pale and wide hips.

"I-I'll manage." He swallowed with an audible click. Gwen smirked and cocked her hip. Peter sat on the bed and vaulted his legs onto it, shuffling across to sit before her. His lust blown eyes looked at her eye level breasts, gulping as he peered up into her emerald irises.

"So...you done throwing me around?" Gwen sat on his lap, her warm weight on his aching member making his eyes flutter shut. She coiled her arms around the back of his neck, her nose touching his. Peter grinned sheepishly.

"No...Not yet..." He watched her bite her lip. "I-I mean, you know, I'm not gonna actually throw you, but I was trying to be bold and sexy and-

"I got it, I got it." Gwen laughed, nodding enthusiastically. "God, you're so cute."

"So are you." he laughed, running his hands up her silky smooth thighs.

"Peter...as much as I love sitting here and chatting...I shaved my legs for this, and I fished out my nicest lingerie. Are you gonna have sex with me or not?" Gwen tilted her head, much enjoying the slight hitch in breath as Peter gulped at her bluntness.

"Umm..."

Oh, you have to think about it?" Gwen raised her eyebrows. Peter surprised her by suddenly rolling over with her, pinning her to the bed, Gwen panting and her lustful eyes blown wide.

"Not at all." he grinned, kissing the milky complexion of her breasts, just above the lip of her bra. Gwen cooed. He sighed and looked up at her. "This is getting in the way." He grumbled, fumbling his warm hands around her back, fiddling to find the clasp. "Gwen...I still can't find it."

"Still?" she looked down into his eyes. "Seriously? You can swing through Manhattan on strings but can't undo a bra?"

"Hey! Just...gimme a sec. I..." He felt the bra come loose, a grin spreading across his face. "...see? I've got the skills."

"Uh huh." Gwen rolled her eyes, silenced when Peter kissed her passionately. He unlatched his lips and slid down her chest to kiss one of her nipples. Gwen groaned and raked her fingers through Peter's ruffled locks, squirming beneath him. He swirled his tongue around the rosy bud and laughed a hot breath against her wet skin, tickled by how sensitive she was. He could feel Gwen's restless legs sliding up and down beneath him, rubbing her milky thighs together and brushing her knees along his tented shorts.

Peter sucked on the erected tip of Gwen's nipple, sliding over to do the same to her other neglected bud. Gwen hissed at the sensation and whimpered. Peter looked up at her, panting and emerald irises blown wide on him.

"Okay up there?" he grinned. She scoffed and tugged on his hair playfully, teasing him up her body to kiss her panting lips. They shared a moan into each others mouths and Peter broke free.

"Peter...Come on..." Gwen whined, blonde hair fanned out across her pillow. Peter sat up and just took in her beauty. Her wide gorgeous eyes, her button nose scrunched slightly, her lips parted into a small smile. Her pale and creamy complexion contrasted with her golden hair fanned out like a halo around her head. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Y-You are just...god, you are so beautiful." He slid his fingers along her cheek, Gwen snuggling her cheek into his hand. He leaned down and kissed her lips, suckling on her bottom one. Gwen writhed and lifted her hips, rubbing her damp panties against his hardened member. Peter groaned sharply and roughly at the contact.

"That get ya, huh?" Gwen panted against his mouth, Peter gasping and nodding sharply. She lifted her hips slowly to gyrate against Peter's straining shorts, getting any kind of friction she can. Peter whimpered and pressed his forehead to hers. "Peter, please...stop teasing."

"Oh...O-Okay." He nodded, reaching down to slide his fingers along the smooth skin of her abdomen. Gwen panted and nodded, ushering him on. His hand sandwiched between their pulsing crotches, he gently dipped his fingers into her panties, feeling them slick against her labia lips. Gwen whimpered and eased her hips against his fingertips.

"Peter...please..."

He groaned in response and slid his index fingers into her wet and warm lips. Gwen arched her back and bit her bottom lip. He licked his dry lips and watched her eyes close and her lips pant in pleasure as she found a source of friction to subside her dull ache. Peter slid his other hand down between their shuffling bodies and to the elastic band of his shorts, tugging them down and over the swollen head of his member.

Gwen squealed in pleasure as he curled his fingers, her hands grabbing fistfuls of quilt. She slid her knees up, rubbing against one another. Her smooth skin brushed his member, Gwen panting at the hot beat she felt. Peter licked his lips and slowly took his fingers from her core. Gwen opened her eyes and looked into his chestnut irises.

"A-Are you sure?" he gulped. "Y-You want a baby with me?" Peter asked with a choked whisper. Gwen blinked and cradled his face with her palms, smiling at him. She slowly leaned up off the bed and kissed his lips. She peeled away and smiled with her eyes to him.

"It's all I've wanted for a very, very long time." Gwen beamed. Peter smiled back and nodded, their eyes turning dark with lust again. She shimmied her hips and felt the swollen head of his member press against her sensitive flesh. Gwen crushed her lips to his and mumbled a "Mmm hmm." and nodded. He slowly inched deeper towards the mattress, sinking his hips against hers.

Gwen whimpered into his mouth and he panted, slowly building up a rhythm. Wet slaps sounded between their hips, their hearts fusing as a gush of euphoria flooded their bellies and pooled on their crackling nerves. Gwen darted her tongue in and out of his mouth, hot breath and saliva passing between them. Their hips built a perfect synchronization, sliding in and out of her delicate lips.

Quiet pants and gasps sounded from their lips as their clapping hips grew more frenzied and desire hungered. Peter kissed hungrily at her pale neck, Gwen panting loudly with each thrust of his hips. Peter felt the flood of release churning in the pit of his belly, the hot coil in his abdomen tightening as his climax grew nearer. Gwen whined and gasped as her orgasm struck her deep in her core, a pulsing flood of euphoria gushing over her, taking her under and pulling her back up to breathe.

Peter groaned warningly and Gwen brought her slick hips up hard against his. He saw stars crackle over his eyes and he arched his back, lips creasing into a pained expression of pleasure. His hot flood of release delved into her warm confines, member pulsing and beating hard inside her as he emptied himself into her womb. Gwen whined and Peter gasped, sweat on his brow.

He caught his breath, panting over her as he slowly pulled his wet and sticky member out of her soft confines. Gwen swallowed her breath and let out a long exhale of pleasure, stretching out on the bed, panties kicked off around her ankles. Peter lay beside her, kissing her temple as she turned to snuggle into his side. Peter hummed contently, Gwen kissing the edge of his mouth.

"I love you." She whispered, yawning. Peter grinned, stretching beside her.

"Mmm..I love you too." He looked down at her flat and toned stomach, resting a hand on her. "And maybe...we've started a little family."

"Mmm, I'd love that." Gwen beamed, kissing him softly. She looked down at his index finger, smiling widely at the golden band around it. "A baby with my hubby."

"When I went through that dark period..." Peter somberly sighed, Gwen stroking his jaw. "...You know, a while ago...after the Clock tower. I-I used to think that I'd never have this...That it was a pipe dream..." he mumbled, stroking his fingers through her soft hair.

"Still think it's a pipe dream?" Gwen asked. Peter looked down at her, smiling widely.

"Nah. This isn't a dream." He rubbed his nose to hers, Gwen giggling giddily. "This is my life now. And it certainly isn't a dream."