Author's Notes: Thanks for the feedback as always! ^^

Where in the timeline: doesn't matter

Letter: G

Word: Gizmo

Gwen dragged a finger over the back of Peter's neck, making him shudder a little. He continued to ignore her, though. She tapped a few fingers on his ribs, where he was very ticklish. He jerked to the side, but continued to ignore him. She put her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his head, and still she was ignored. She kissed the top of his ear, then behind his ear, then his neck. He shrugged her off, and finally swiveled his chair to give her an irritated look. She bashed her eyelashes at him innocently, as he tried not to smile.

"Gwen, I told you I have stuff to do today," he said, turning around to his desk once again.

"Oh, come on! I'm bored and hungry, can't you take a break and walk to that little diner down the street with me?"

"Nope, I'm trying to finish this. I did tell you I have things to do today!"

With a catlike grin, Gwen stepped forward again. She snaked her arms underneath his, winding her hands into his own and successfully distracting him once again. "Okay then. At least tell me what this gizmo is?"

He put her hands on the table top, busying his. "Friking bad guy broke my webshooters. Both of them!"

"The injustice," Gwen remarked with a click of her tongue.

"I figured it was about time I update them anyway. They don't do long distance very well. Not consistently."

"It doesn't look anything like the others," she said, ruffling his hair. Quite on purpose, she caused it to fall into his face.

He swatted at her hands. "Will you quit that?! I'm trying to work!"

"Fine," Gwen huffed, sitting down in another chair on the other side of the table.

She watched his hands deftly assemble and disassemble parts of the webshooters, and he kept glancing up at her. Her pouty face was adorable, with her white-blonde hair sticking out around her face and that face resting on the table... She was adorable.

Suddenly, Peter put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and gave her a slow, sweet kiss.

When he pulled away, he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her over the table. She let out a squeal and lifted her feet to prevent hitting his project.

"I was thinking something more like the seafood restaurant downtown," Peter mused as they walked up the stairs, his arm still around her waist.

"Sounds great." Gwen made a note-to-self. Peter is weak against the puppy dog face.