May 15th - 2013
"How's that pretty girl, Gwen?" May asked, carrying a basket filled with dirty clothes to the laundry in the corner of the kitchen.
Peter was found sat besides the dining table after putting his backpack spread open over he same furniture. He began eating his cereal. "She's… alright, I think."
"I suppose so. She and her family are still grieving." She spoke from within the small laundry.
He moved the spoon in circles inside the bowl. "Yeah, they surely are."
May finally returned with the now empty basket in her hands before lowering the object over the table. She began gently, "I heard Captain Stacy was a good man. We all got to see the many achievements he made while working for the city."
"He really was." Peter looked up to May and saw her eyes fixated at him, as if she carefully was analyzing his reaction. "Sometimes he reminded of Uncle Ben. They both deserved better."
"I miss him too, dear." She leaned forward and placed her hand over his, gently. "We can rest easy knowing he's in a better place now, hopefully. Both of them."
"Yeah." He focused back in his bowl. "I hope so too."
May noticed the slightly somber cloud setting above them. She then decided to ask him again about someone she knew he would be more interested in talking about.
At least she thought so.
"Did you finally get to talk to her after she came here?" She sat in the seat besides the table.
"I kinda did."
His response wasn't exactly what she expected. "You kinda did? Don't tell me you told her you're not good enough to her. Did you talk to her or not?"
A tiny smile formed in his lips, for a very short time. "Well… I think so."
*What do you mean, Peter?"
He finally answered, "... we talked briefly after class, I asked how she was."
Among other things, but since they were still reconnecting, or at least trying to, he didn't insist much during their short talk after class.
"So why aren't you with her now then?"
He replied, "She went to visit her father with her mother and brothers. We… text each other time to time."
"That's good, don't you agree?"
He sighed. "I don't know, Aunt May."
"Why not? Don't you like her?"
"I… I do like her."
"Shouldn't that make things easier then?"
"It's just… it's not that easy."
May once again noticed the barrier within his nephew that kept stopping from being near the happiness he deserved, one she alone couldn't provide him with. She began, "I haven't seen her much, you know that, but she seems to be a very interesting girl and if there's one thing I know from just the small glimpses I got to see from you two together, I is that you guys look great together… and happy, that's what matters the most, wouldn't you agree?"
She smiled kindly, aware that her nephew was going through something difficult lately, even if he didn't want to share with her.
May continued, "Sooner or later, Peter, in every person's life there comes a day when it is not easy; a day when he or she must choose. You can delay such choice, but eventually you will have to take it… and live with it."
Peter nodded slowly and without taking his puzzled eyes off her. "We… we will meet later, today."
May rose from her seat and approached him to plant a kiss on top of his head. "Good." She added, "I hope you two find peace in some way." She caressed his shoulder and left for the main hall.
Peter returned his attention back to the bowl in his hands but his mind remained filled with many thoughts at once. He did say what he said behind her ear due to being unable to let her go off his head, no matter how hard he tried, his imagination always went back to her.
It was unbearable to walk past her and act like days ago they weren't kissing whenever they could, his affection to her spoke louder than reason.
How does one deal with that? He asked himself.
He never had experienced the amount of sensations Gwen could take out of him. Every moment shared with her was a joy to live, she brought him down from the buildings he swung by and made him feel like an ordinary teenager once again.
She made him feel special, not in a genetic way like he was, but instead truly special to someone else in his life.
Yet, he was a dangerous presence in her life, there was no way to let May out of his routine and also be sure she would be safe in every circumstance, but that was possible with Gwen. He just had to go on with his life without her, just like he did his entire life, until the moment she stepped up for him at the courtyard.
She stood up against Flash for him when no else would, without ever hesitating, in her own way, but she did. She didn't refuse him once she learned who he was, despite having every reason to do so considering her whole story of being the daughter of a certain Captain Stacy.
By maybe being together, were they being brave? Or simply reckless and irresponsible?
Maybe it was all of that. He would never fully know, what he did know is that his heart raced much faster whenever she was around him, that was clear to him.
He didn't want to stay away from her, he was being forced to, for a good reason, but his will couldn't stand it. He didn't know how to live with himself due to the struggle between caring for Gwen and staying away from her at the same time, she became something else in his life and he couldn't explain exactly how that happened.
The hours went on and eventually Peter found himself sat besides his former date at the Shakespeare Garden, in the heart of Manhattan. They were sat in the bench composed by wood, watching the pair of squirrels climbing the trees in front of them.
"You… um, look good." Peter broke the silence.
She dropped her chin and failed to suppress a tiny smile. "Thank you."
He nodded to himself, wondering if he should have kept his line to himself. He persisted, "How's everyone doing?"
She turned her head to the side and met his eyes. "We are enduring the we best we can."
"I know," He let his gaze wander off her and towards nothing in particular. "He's missed by a lot of people, there's no doubt about that."
"Sometimes it feels like.. this is just bad dream, you know? That he will show up with the table ready for breakfast the moment I leave my bedroom when I wake up early in the morning."
"I… I know how you feel. It's hard to to accept that this someone you cared so much about will never be near you again." She looked at him, eyes fixated at his. "You think it gets easier… but it never does, you just try to... overwhelm the pain by feeling something new, something better."
"Is that what you did when Ben passed away?" She questioned.
He put out a brief and honest smile, before looking at her. "I think so." His smile vanished as sadness clouded his features. "I am... really sorry I wasn't there for you when I should have been."
"… you had your reasons." She spoke back, calmly.
"It"s just… it's hard for me, to pretend nothing happened throughout that night at Oscorp."
Gwen began lowly, "... and you think it's easier to me? To lose my father, to mourn him alone… to have my agency taken from me by the two men I…" She stopped herself from going any further with her original sentence. "It's really not."
"I'm sorry, I truly am." He continued, "I just couldn't… it was his last wish."
"I know." She glanced the bushes in front of them once again. "That's very much like him, always trying to take care of me, even when he won't be able to anymore."
He added, "... you're smart, creative, talented and… well, what I'm trying to say is that you can take care of yourself, you really do." She focused back on him, surprised at his words. "... but sometimes things can get out of our leagues, who know what would have happened if I couldn't stop Connors when tried to hurt you, you were only still there at the school because of me."
"I see." She sighed. "... but I helped you in the end, didn't I? Twice in that day. Just like my father helped you with Connors, well aware of who you were."
He silenced. She had a point.
Maybe all he needed to just take a leap of faith, he wasn't sure. It would be reckless.
"The truth is… that I really… like you, Gwen. I have not felt anything similar to what I did during this last month with you, and… I miss you, I really do, you are… I can't express in words what you are to me. I care for you."
Gwen leaned slightly in towards him. "So do I."
He was taken back by her confession, he wasn't entirely sure how she felt about them and him in particular.
"... I didn't want the last days to be the way they were, I never did, but if being friends with you… if that's the closest I can be to still hear the sound of your voice, so that you can be safe…"
"Do you want us… to just be friends, Peter?"
He inhaled deeply. "I… I don't, but I made a promise."
"I'm the one here with you, right now in this very moment, you shouldn't think little of yourself because of what my dad spoke to you, he's like that, he always had been. He was the one that threw the idea of inviting you over for dinner so that they could know this mysterious boy I mentioned around sometimes." She continued tenderly, "... he helped bring you into my life, and then he wanted you to go away? Have you asked me, Gwen, if I want to be out of your life?"
"I…"
Gwen insisted, "You could ask my mother if she ever wanted to stay away from him due to him often leaving us in the middle of the night with a gun attached to his hip in order to respond to some occurrence far away within the city."
She took his hand and brought it to her cheek.
He sighed heavily at the touch. "I… I want to feel this again, Gwen. You have no idea."
She rested in his touch, closing her eyes for a short moment. "I do too."
"I'm not sure we can… ever have a normal relationship." He was careful with his words, they had never exactly entered a proper relationship before, up until the evening she left his porch they were still discovering each other and enjoying the many moments they shared together.
He wasn't sure what they were. He hadn't asked her yet. He considered doing that for weeks, but then her father passed away and he thought he would never have the chance ever again.
"If I wanted something normal then I wouldn't settled for you from the start." She looked deeply into his eyes. "I want you to… forget this promise. Could you do that?"
He focused in her beautiful green eyes while cupping her cheek with a single hand. He had never seen a prettier sight than the one in front of him, she was breathtaking in every way possible.
Take a leap of faith, Peter. He told himself.
Peter leaned slightly in and gently pulled her face closer to him. She closed her eyes again once she felt his warm breath meet her open lips.
She whispered gently, "... all I ever wanted in my life.. was to be successful enough in order to provide my parents a life where they'll be sure we'll will be together in the next dinner table, but now… I'm not so sure I can still believe in that, what I do know… is that throughout the last month you always made me forget how difficult life can be sometimes, at the same time I found something else to live for, something special that always made me hide my head in the pillow in anticipation whenever you sent me a text. I don't care if… you are who you are, you bit me and now I feel lost with you gone, I don't want that. I want it to be the way it was between us."
He brushed a lock of her golden hair over her ear, gently.
Gwen moved her hand up to his shoulder, caressing it as they moved their bodies even closer towards each other in the bench. To see if he approved of her gesture, she whispered delicately, "Is that alright?"
He snaked his arm around her waist and brought her against him as he brushed her lips with his. She drew a deep, staggered breath in response to the wave of heat she felt flushing through her. Then, he softly kissed her. He slid his hands up her body and cradled her face with his hands.
She felt fluttering inside, her body craved him. They never had the opportunity before.
A shallow hum escaped from within her in response to how he was making her feel. She could feel his body responding to her. He was breathing heavier which was waking Gwen's primal needs. They never had the opportunity for such thing before.
The tidal wave of lust that had just churned within her was slowly calming as his kiss became more subtle and tender.
He moved his lips and inch back hers and whispered, "Can you forgive me? For everything?"
She slightly opened her eyes now filled with desire and passion. She stared into his own brown eyes, before putting a tiny smile out and leaning in to capture his lips on hers once again.
That night, after finding a proper nest to express how much they missed each other, in a way they never did before, Peter would have to leave her arms and swing his way towards the Brooklyn Bridge, pulling stunts like nothing could ever ruin the day he had just lived with one special human being.
He made peace with his broken promise, assuring himself that he would never allow any real harm near her for as long as they were together, and even if life ever decided to take them again towards different paths.
She was part of him and he couldn't picture a life without her.
He didn't want to.
May 27th - 2031
Spider-Man stood crouched near the edge of the rooftop he shared with Ezekiel during the sunset that took place in New York City, his memories faded and his attention returned to the reality in front of them
He now watched the reconstruction going on around and inside the Daily Bugle. His suit still showed the many marks from the last time he was inside such building.
Spider-Man confessed, "It doesn't feel like a victory, you know?"
Ezekiel had his arms crossed from behind him. He knew very well exactly what he meant. "I think it's probably time to... accept that the man you thought you knew is now gone."
"I don't… want to do that. If I stop believing in people… then I might as well give up." He continued, "Harry is the living proof of that."
"He's an exception, Peter."
Spider-Man sighed heavily. "What would you have me do then?"
"Can I be honest with you?"
He nodded, still looking at the work down in the street.
"Take your family… and leave this country, all of you have suffered enough here. Let them sort this whole mess on their own."
"Just like that…?"
"Just like that, Peter. Hang the suit, enjoy a good life with those you love, safe from any kind of harm."
He looked over his shoulder, "You just helped me form an alliance of individuals and now you say this to me? I don't understand you."
"Supporting you… the best I can, is what's left for me to do in life, and it's what I intend to do until my last day here."
Peter dropped his chin. "You've came to me and I appreciate everything you did for me, but I want you live a better life as well."
"Life would be better if I knew yours would turn out a long and peaceful one, Peter."
He silenced for minute, before starting lowly, "... I would like that, to live a peaceful life with them. I really do."
"Then do it, Peter. Make the call and leave all of this behind." He continued, "Richard and Mary Parker had a son not long after they got married, in this child, he locked a secret that would later be his choice to make a purpose out of it, later the child would be given to his brother, Ben Parker, and many years later their son made a choice, from that choice many people were saved and their lives preserved. That's the story people can remember, and now is the time for you, Peter Parker, to make a choice regarding his future and for those around him."
Peter wanted to be convinced by his brother. He truly did. "It's a… good story, but... I don't want a good story, I want… peace, it's more important to me."
Ezekiel argued back, "What's more important to you than your life?"
"This is not about my life." He explained, "It's about everyone's lives, I can't single out a single soul."
"There's no reason to continue sacrificing your body and your will until there's nothing left, Peter."
Peter stood up and turned on his feet so that he could face Ezekiel. "You need to understand. It's much more than that."
"The only thing I understand is that I see no future in this for as long as you keep wearing that cursed mask, Peter. It only brings death, you saw what happened to my nephews." Ezekiel added, "Ask yourself, do you really think you should be doing this forever? You're still human."
"... you're right, I'm still human." Peter let out a tired sigh. "... but what do you see in Spider-Man?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you think is... the purpose of Spider-Man?"
He answered, "You always talked about giving people hope."
"Yes, that's the intention, but not only that." Peter added, "For me, it gave me… something to live for. Before coming up with the suit, I had no direction, no purpose, I was a lost soul in a ruthless world, trying to not fall off the edge, the moment I realized I had this… thing… deep inside me, and I let it out, it gave me a new sense of direction, it gave me the one part that was missing from me, I am Peter Parker… and I am Spider-Man."
He remained in silence.
"... and before giving people hope, I had to give myself hope. I guess that's what all of us try to do throughout the many rough stages of our lives, to keep going on when everything feels lost, once I understood that, I knew I could help other folks find their own purpose too, to inspire them… life can still be good, one push, we stay together, we grow… together. One day I will be able to sleep at peace knowing I did everything I could to achieve that and then my duty will finally be ended."
"I… I respect that, Peter. I really do." He "But I've lived something terrible… and I don't want to live it ever again, no matter how selfish I sound."
"You need to stop worrying about me, Ezekiel. Our uncle would have wanted us to persist, you know that. I want no more Peter Parkers with similar stories to mine... or even worse."
"Peter… just…"
He continued calmly, "You think I don't worry about… dying, Ezekiel? I worry about that everyday of my life. I'm always afraid… I'm afraid that I may never get to see the smile of my children again, that I may not be present during their graduation, or that I might not feel the warm embrace of my wife ever again, there's so many things… and I consider all of them." He paused. "But tell me, what am I supposed to do? Just… let go of who I am all in the sudden? How am I going to live with myself knowing that there are some people out there that might be in need of me? What should I choose?"
"You love your people and your city. I don't want to lose you again to this, Peter. Just... promise me then that we'll all get through this."
"I want to promise you that, I do… but I've broken so many before. I don't need any more guilt in my life. What I can say... is that we'll be standing together no matter what comes at us."
Ezekiel eventually nodded, aware that there was nothing else he could try to say in order to change his mind. He was a strong willed man, he always had been one.
There were only a few people on Earth that could may succeed where he had just failed.
He spoke, "We all know how much you love your wife… go talk to her." He continued, "... do that while there's still time, we don't know where we all will stand in the coming days, so you have to choose now, Peter."
"You need to put some pressure into the button right there. You know the drill, honey." Peter explained it to his wife, still fully wearing his suit minus one of the gloves.
They could be found in the highest levels of the Empire State Building.
Gwen wore the skin tight glove over her right hand. She felt somewhat empowered the moment she did so. She analyzed the webshooter above her wrist. "Back in the day this 'thingy' looked so much simpler, now it's all full of depth and stuff."
"Well, I figured some variations of webbing would serve me just fine after I had to improvise in order stop that police car from ramming over people... I also had to keep them from touching the handrail, with a single web-shooter." She let out a tiny smile in the corner of her lips, she always loved when her husband started explaining his efforts to her.
"That's why then."
"Yeah, now the many different levels of pressure against the button can lead to different shapes of webbing, and I can also configure the web-shooter to my taste on the run and…" He looked at her, spotting her sneaky smile. "You find me boring, right?"
Gwen chuckled. "Don't be silly, bugboy." She planted a kiss in his jaw. "I love hearing your thoughts about everything, most of the time you're really bright."
"Most of the time?"
"Well… you did make some questionable decisions here and there before."
"Um… fair point." He continued, "I guess you were also right about things being simpler back then."
"Come to think of it, were they really?" Gwen added, "If you weren't trying to break up with me you were bleeding in my window because some lunatic got the best of you, and Oscorp also had their eyes focused on you because of your father."
He agreed, "It's weird when you put it like that, the times we went our separate ways."
"We almost ended up living a different life than this, I guess."
"But we didn't." He raised her chin with his covered hand and gave her a peck in the lips. "We are together, I love you and I need you. You are my wife, the one person I love the most in life, nothing will change that, Gwen." He caressed her slim stomach through the other side of her blouse, trying to feel their baby, but receiving nothing in return since it was still too early for that.
She smiled in happiness. He always succeed at making her feel loved and important despite the many constant issues every day of the week. "I'm feeling this urgent need to take you out of that suit so that you can then undress me, you know?"
Gwen snaked her arm around his shoulder and brought herself closer to his warm body despite the skintight suit.
Peter moved his arm around her waist and looked down at her green eyes. "I wouldn't stop you, Mrs Parker."
She giggled. "Imagine that, us getting caught in the heat of the moment by people that decided to merely enjoy their coffees next to the windows in their offices. All the pictures that would be spread in the internet."
"Spider-Tape leaked? Well, at least they would be in for quite the show."
"You wish." She protested, playfully. "Only a few can actually see Gwen Stacy in her natural form."
He pulled her even closer. "Only a few, uh?"
She grinned harder as she was trapped in his grip. "Does Peter Parker and Spider-Man count as two people? I can never tell." She teased, moving her hands to his cheeks and keeping his mask above his nose.
"Come here," He cut her amusement short as he leaned forward and captured her lips on his so that they could engage in passionate kiss.
They eventually parted to gather some fresh air into their lungs. Gwen licked her lips and began, "Hmm… weren't you going to teach me how to swing around?"
"You are correct, Mrs Parker." He took her covered hand on his, gently, before pointing it at no specific target outside their location. "Now, you need to-"
Peter was cut short after the Stacy woman besides him decided to press the tip of the button in the glove, sending a straight web-line towards the air as the material quickly descended to lower grounds.
She stood surprised with her mouth slightly open. "Oh! I didn't really mean to do that. I just wanted to feel it, it's so sensitive."
"That's okay. When there's not much time to act or think, having a very sensitive to touch button can help me a great deal, that's why I decided to make it such way." He explained.
"What if the webbing lands on someone?" She asked, concerned.
"You would be very unlucky if that happened." He teased. "But at least it will dissolve in a few couple of minutes."
She quipped, "I imagine the mayor wouldn't be too thrilled in hiring workers to clean your stuff from buildings and people."
"Still makes me wonder why Jameson never tried to during his time, I always had a feeling he would want to nuke me from this city." He declared.
Gwen shook her head in response. She checked her wrist once again. "Okay, I think I got it. Should we go now?"
"We'll go slow and the moment you shoot I take the webbing from your right hand, then I take the next shot. We do this and we'll be fine. I don't want you to have some serious arm pain later."
"You're so sexy when you're concerned about me." She teased with a grin in her face, admiring him despite the mask that covered his expression.
He played along. "Then I've been sexy all my life."
"You have." Gwen aimed her hand at the closest building in front of them, firing a straight web-line at it that stuck to the concrete, perfectly.
Peter watched her achievement, not really surprised since he always knew she was as capable as anyone else, including him.
You certainly are one hell of a beauty as well by doing this. He thought to himself.
"Keep your free arm around my shoulder," Gwen followed his command, it's not like she even needed one, she swung with her husband many times before. She recalled her first experience after they left her bedroom together, an experience she wouldn't forget.
Then there was the Brooklyn Bridge, and much more.
Peter moved his free right arm around back and kept her close to his torso. They were now ready to dive themselves into the city which was currently covered by the weak and orange rays of light that were casted over the many colossal buildings in their way.
They both took a step towards the end of the rooftop's border and before the web-line even reached its stretching limit, Peter moved his own hand above hers in the webbing and absorbed all the force that was being pressed against his limb.
He smiled within his mask once he caught a yelp coming from the woman next to were far above the ground. They repeated the same process for a couple of minutes and eventually Gwen got the hang of it and the confidence to remain calm, they were putting enough teamwork out and they were pretty good at it.
Moments before the night finally arrived, they let go of a web-line and smoothly landed inside the clocktower found in the heart of the city. Gwen let go of her husband and turned on her back so that she could face the sight in the streets beneath them.
She took the glove of her hand. "I may not have the same gifts as you do... but boy, if I did then I'm pretty sure mom wouldn't see me that much throughout the day."
"Spider-Gwen then?" He took his mask off and took the glove she offered him in his hand.
"It would give away my name." Gwen winked, before noticing something unusual behind his shoulder and besides the inner columns within the outside area of the clocktower. She frowned. "What's that?"
"It's… well, one of the reasons I brought you here." He moved out of her way as she took a couple of steps forward until she stood besides him, shoulder to shoulder.
She spotted the many cushions set over the comfy rug in the floor of the closed corner besides the columns, a couple of pillows and sheets could be seen placed all over it. A rounded lamp of twine was hanging from the ceiling at shoulder height, casting a weak light over the area due to the single candle inside it.
Gwen turned her head to the side and met him. "You did this...?"
He nodded with a kind smile.
She returned her attention to the spot. "It's… so beautiful, we could stay… hundreds of thousands years here, I don't think anyone would ever notice us here."
Peter kept his smile alive. "We would be quite the elderly couple." She approached him and put a hand on his chest. He glanced her slim blouse and teased, "Are you certain you are npt going to catch a cold up here?"
"I would like you to make sure that I will not."
Peter snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Their lips and tongues finally melted, they closed their eyes and kissed each other, losing themselves to the moment. Gwen wrapped her slender arms around his neck and pressed her chest to his.
Her heart started to beat faster. His scent was intoxicating and she needed much more of him.
Het let go of the mask in his hand and it fell to the ground besides the two lovers. They began slowly moving together towards the pillows without ever moving an inch away from each other.
Gwen found the zipper in the back of his neck and slid the piece down, loosening slightly the suit in his body as she kissed him back with the same energy he did, savoring his lips on hers.
She broke the kiss and whispered, "I told the twins we'd watch TV together tonight."
He whispered back, "I found someone else to do that for you, Flash. Unless you want us to stop…?"
She smiled and moved his hand to her rear. "I don't want us to stop."
Peter nuzzled closely against her long neck and began to place soft kisses along the side of her neck. He pulled the collar of her blouse to the right side to expose her smooth shoulder as his kisses trailed her skin. She purred in his arms while his lips caressed her soft skin.
Gwen found the strength to let out a whisper, "... take out your shirt." She moaned slightly as he continued to kiss her sensitive spot. The sensations sent many lightning bolts down her spine.
Peter felt her hands slide down against his stomach and she slid them underneath his shirt, pulling the fabric up just enough to reveal his toned stomach and sides. He followed her urgent command and helped her lift the entirety of his shirt, pulling the tight piece of spandex above his arms and head before throwing it to the side.
He stood still and let his wife observe his peak physique with eyes that were filled with tremendous desire as she placed her hand against his firm pectoral. She noticed how many scars could be found in his body, she could never get used to them even if she knew the exact story behind each one of them.
The scar Connors once gave him could still be found there buried in his skin, just less evident due to time.
He approached her and cupped her cheek, staring deeply into her eyes. "I'm fine, baby."
Gwen captured his lips on hers and placed her hands on his shoulders. Before he knew it, she carefully pushed him into the pillows and cushions he had arranged, he was now lying on his back with his chest fully exposed to his wife. She threw her leg over his hip to straddle him. She leaned down and moved her hands on either side of his head as their lips connected again. She rolled her hips against his and ran her tongue over his lips. Both of their mouths opened at the same time, making the battle for complete control out of hand.
He reached up and let the back of his fingers softly touch her cheek. He then gripped her waist, trying desperately to stop her from rocking against his hips. She tilted her head from side to side every now and then, trying to explore further and further into his mouth.
Still engaged in the kiss, Gwen mumbled in his mouth, "I'm waiting for you to leave me naked, bugboy."
He immediately sat up between the kisses, with his wife still in his lap, and lifted her shirt over her head before throwing it to the side, presenting him with her covered round breasts. He leaned in and began planting kisses all over her cleavage, causing Gwen to raise her chin towards the air above them and close her eyes as she let the waves of pleasure run all over her.
Gwen was sent to another dimensions where it was just them and nothing else in the universe. His hands held her hips, and she bit down on her lip when his hips rolled into hers, causing her to squirm and shift on top of him.
She finally shook her head and placed her hands on his bare, warm chest; pushing him back down on the bed. She unhook her lacey cream colored bra and slowly slid the piece down her shoulders as he admired the view in front of his eyes and before he could do anything, she took his left hand from her hips and brought it to her right breast.
"You are so... gorgeous, Gwen." He declared, lowly. Her natural beauty always managed to left him stunned no matter how much the time went by. To him, she was perfect in every way, every single aspect of her body that made her, no exceptions.
Gwen smiled, happily. She unbuttoned her jeans and leaned herself to the side so that she could pull her pants down with her legs, before doing the same with the entirety of the lower set of the suit, leaving him on his boxers.
She immediately felt his manhood brush against her when she cradled him again. She moaned the moment contact was made.
"You seem… content." Her voice was now deep and husky.
He pushed himself up in a seated position and with an arm around her back, he lifted her and locked her ankles around him as she sat on his lap, causing her to let out a soft moan due to being caught off guard.
Peter kissed her chin and whispered in her ear, "... and so do you down there."
She closed her eyes again after hearing the sound of his voice so close to her ear, her body shuttered against his when his hand glided down her heat. Her expression was tense and her breathing was heavy and quick.
He planted soft kisses in her warm cheek.
Gwen greedily moved her hips against his soft strokes, wanting to feel more of the pleasure he was giving her.
Never in her life she expected someone to treat her the way her husband always she did. There was something different in him when the much younger Peter Parker caught her eye back at highschool, he was handsome - yes, but he usually wandered on his own, taking pictures of the world around them, the people, the nature and sights, most likely due to his past, so people didn't really try to engage much with him back then.
Yet she always observed him, sometimes she even put a pose out for him when he thought she wasn't aware of his camera being pointed at her. Maybe he would eventually get the hint.
He didn't.
So she decided to move things forward by talking to him first and immediately she became completely attracted to him. The awkwardness between them made things even more exciting and natural, and before she knew, she was inviting him to have dinner with her family shortly after the death of his Uncle Ben. Her intention was to maybe help him cope with his loss by being a friend if he desired her to be one, but quickly things turned out to be more than that and she completely fell for him.
Since then she could only picture herself next to this boy from Queens tha for a long time in his life stuttered a lot, who quickly had to become a man after taking the city under his arm, but never ceased to love her back in every possible way at any given time of the day.
A single tear left her eye and slid down her ear. "I love you, Peter Parker…."
He noticed it and spoke softly, "Hey… hey, honey. What's wrong?"
She smiled, cupping his cheek tenderly. "... absolutely nothing, bugboy. You just make me feel the best things in life, and I… love you so much for for it, I always did, from the moment you stepped out for that boy and days later appeared in my window, I knew already."
He moved a lock of her hair behind her ear. "And so have I Gwendy, since you protected me from myself after Ben passed away. What you gave me in that one moment… only a second woman in my life, the only one back then, could have done the same, but you didn't have to."
She kissed his wrist, "I'm glad you broke your promise."
" I don't think you'll ever have any idea of how much I love you," He continued,"... if you somehow weren't with me… if something… bad happened to you, I don't know what would be of me, Gwen. You mean everything to me."
You're the one who named me Spider-Man...
"I think I have a pretty good idea." Gwen slid her hand from his neck and down his shoulders until she reached for his pectoral, stopping her hand there. "... and you would remain a great man, Peter. You would still do good in your life, just like you do now."
He let a tiny smile out, "What good… would you want me to do now then?"
"I want you to... make to love to me."
He tightened his grip over her waist. "Will you behave then, Mrs Parker?" His gaze traced the curve of her waist, soaking in the view of her flawlessly smooth skin.
"I always behave… just not necessarily well." She crossed her arms over her chest, provoking him. She failed to cover completely her breasts with just her arms though, but the parts peeking around the edges caught his sight again regardless.
"What do you think…?" She might have been showing him a proposal for a new furniture for their house for how casual she sounded.
"I think you're toying with me." He growled.
"I would never be so cruel, Mr Spider-Man," She pouted. "I could almost take offense to that."
Peter made a move to lunge forward but she was faster. Shifting her arms so that only her left was covering her breasts, she flicked a hand at her husband and pushed him back into the homemade bed.
"If you can't behave yourself," Her voice was practically a purr, "I'll have to tie you up with your own web-shooter. I'm a natural now, did you forget?"
He smirked. "I'd like to see you try, Mrs Parker."
Keeping a firm hold on him, she brushed her lips against his ear and breathed, "If you had any idea how wet it makes me when you call me that."
She smiled and threw her weight over him as she kissed him and pressed him back to the cushions, sucking gently on the side of his neck. His hands wrapped on her bottom and she moaned in his mouth.
After a while Peter pulled his mouth away and started kissing his way up her jawline. He trailed his lips across her neck, enjoying the little gasps and moans she gave him. Her fingers threaded through his hair. He slid a hand between her legs to caress her, enjoying the motions she made against him while feeling the warm leak coming from inside her and down his crotch.
She breathed harder against his mouth.
Peter also let a deep groan out and when she least expected, he spun her to the side and brought his own weight over her, causing her to moan slightly louder due to the abrupt way he moved her seconds ago. He poked her, so she crossed her legs around him and dug her nails in the back of his neck, raising her head over the pillow and losing the track of time.
It would be a long night.
A/N : One of the ideas with the first scene was to show what happened with Peter and Gwen after he mentioned the possibility of breaking promises at the classroom, because while I think the treatment of the promise during the ending of the first movie was alright, I thought there was enough room to develop that slightly better, I don't think it was that easy for Peter to say such thing, and they certainly wouldn't leave the room like nothing happened. It hen connects with the last scene in the chapter, showing how much different these eras of their lives are, and how they've changed since then. I think the dynamic each timeline has to offer regarding their relationship is really interesting to write.
So, I've told how Peter approached this rekindle in my interpretation of the story, where he takes a leap of faith and decides to go reckless. He thought their relationship would be able to shine amidst his other duties with the city and the danger that could bring, whereas in the second movie Captain Stacy triggers an alarm within him and his whole confidence goes down once again. Again, it could have been done slightly better but I don't think I will be changing this part of the movie canon.
As we head into the next three - fours chapters, I wanted to give these two characters a moment for themselves and I took out the other half of the chapter since I considered this last part would overshadow their bit, considerably. I know I didn't write that much of a smutty scene, but I thought it was better this way, for this part alone. Maybe a proper one can come later! Should it?
I haven't had the time to write a lot of content recently since I'm now employed and I'm also in the year before my graduation, but at least it's college break now and I will have the time to write more and release the next chapter a bit tad faster. This whole context is also one of the reasons as to why I decided to close this story while I can. But for the moment, we're still going strong!
I'd like to thank you for your reading and, hopefully, enjoying the story, it's been a fun ride.