Gwen's POV

The tears blur my vision as I stare out the window. A small minivan full of luggage sits next to the curb as my mother and brothers continue to load up the vehicle. Despite my joy of staying with my love, I can't bear to see my family leave.

I look around my room. Everything's the same, nothing's left its place, though I do notice one thing out of the ordinary. Peter continues to sleep in my bed, his chest rising up and down at a steady rate. Occasionally he would stir a bit, but would roll over and then let himself revel in his dreams.

As I stare at him, I see the scars; a large gash at the top of his nose, a black eye, and a puffy lip, not to mention numerous bruises scattered throughout his body. Though, these don't seem to stop him from doing what he does best: protecting the city!

I begin to fantasize about our future together. Him and I living in England together, sharing countless memories, and one day walking down the aisle to see him at the head of the altar. I love indulging in my daydreams, mainly because it gives me hope that bad days will come and go but he will always be by my side.

As I continue to muse, there is a soft knock on the door. In an instant, Peter shoots his eyes open and jumps onto the fire escape.

The door opens and reveals my mother, displaying red, puffy eyes as she walks over to me. My face begins to reflect hers when she places her lips against my cheek.

"The boys and I are leaving now," she says. A tear falls from her eye as mine mimic.

"I love you so much," I say.

"I love you, too. Don't forget to write. I forgot to mention that your dad's trust fund will cover the rental payments for another month. In that time, I want you to get a job, take summer classes and hold the fort down while we're gone."

She throws her arms around me and we embrace. She leaves the room and closes the door softly behind her.

I continue to look out the window. The boys are in the van and look up at me. They each wave at me and blow a kiss in my direction. I do the same as my mom hops into the vehicle and pulls away from the curb.

Overwhelmed with emotions, I bury my face in my hands and begin to sob. I can only dwell on the fact that I may never see them again. I've already almost left to meet my maker once, so who's to say it won't happen again?

My window slowly opens as Peter hops inside. "Morning," he says with an insincere grin. I wipe the tears from my eyes and stand up, dismissing my thoughts.

"How are you feeling?" I ask.

"Well, for nearly being killed by a mechanical rhino just yesterday morning, I'd say pretty good!"

This brings me to a laugh as I lock my lips onto his. He breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes.

"I love it when you smile," he says, "It's like watching Christmas lights illuminate. And I love hearing you laugh; it's like listening to beautiful bells delicately ringing their soft tune."

I begin to blush at his flattering remarks, until he hits me with his: "I got those from a book."

I then let myself laugh. Not a laugh that I try to hold back, but a genuine laugh that I rarely get to hear.

"I love you, Gwen Stacy," he says.

"And I love you, Peter Parker."

We kiss again, this time much longer. As we osculate, he begins to lift my shirt from where it rests on my shoulders. He then leads me over to my bed and lies with me.

I unbutton my jeans and slip them off as he does the same. He pulls me close to him and intertwines his lips into mine.

As I rest on him, I realize something: love is a beautiful thing.

Peter then ever so delicately reaches up my back and unhooks my bra. The undergarment slips off my shoulders and is tossed onto the floor.

The rest of it is between Peter and I, for love is a beautiful thing, but it's also a private thing.

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