A/N: Here's chapter two! A/N at the bottom.
Disclaimer: I don't own TASM or the Great Gatsby.
He made his way past the crowd of people. He loved New York and everything, but sometimes it was a pain in the ass. Especially during the holiday time, when the amount of tourists would triple. His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a beautiful blond. It's like everything else turned black, and she was the only thing he saw. He instinctively smiled as he walked up to her. She was looking everywhere trying to find him, yet she didn't see him approaching. When he was close enough, she finally saw him. She greeted him with the most beautiful smile. As he made his short trip towards her, he admired her. She had straight white teeth that complimented her naturally rosy lips. Her blond curls cascade down her shoulders, and her eyes, oh her eyes, he could just get lost in those deep blue eyes.
"Hey," he said in his usual awkwardness. Her smile turns into a grin. His awkwardness was just one of the many things she loved about him.
"Come on," she said. " it's freezing out here." They made their way into Cafe Cluny. There was a crowd of people surrounding a table. Peter heard "I love your acting" "I'm such a huge fan." Two girls made their way to their table. "Omg, I can't believe I just met stonefield. Aren't they such a cute couple?!"
Peter swallowed. He only wished he could have a normal relationship like every other couple. They sat at a table and ordered. They talked and laughed and smiled for who knows how long. He lost track of time.
"I'll be right back. I need to go to the restroom," he announced.
"Okay," she smiled up at him as he stood up and made his way towards the restrooms. If he even dared to laugh one more time, he would wet his pants. He frowned as he made his way back. Flash was at the table talking to Gwen. He quickly approached the table. Flash looked up and smiled.
"Oh, hey, Peter," Flash greeted him. Flash no longer bullied Peter. He actually tried to talk to him, but Peter just couldn't be friends with him knowing he still has feelings for Gwen. Peter just gave him an empty smile.
"What are you doing here?" Flash asked. Then realization hit in. His eyes darkened. "Oh, you're here with Gwen."
Peter smiled a wicked smile. Finally! Peter casually scooted next to Gwen. Both of them were facing Flash, who was sitting at the other end. Peter intertwined his hand with Gwen's. "So, Flash," Peter could feel Gwen was uncomfortable. "What brings you here?"
"Just stopped by for some hot cocoa." He smiled too sweetly at Gwen.
"All by yourself?" Peter said in a mocking voice.
Flash ignored him. "Are you okay, Gwen?"
Gwen's eyes widened. "Yeah, why?"
"You must have hit your head pretty hard if you agreed to go out with this loser."
"Loser?!" Peter exclaimed. In that moment he wanted to scream how this loser saves people everyday. "Peter," Gwen says as she squeezes his hand for reassurance. "I think we should go, and Flash," Gwen turned her attention to him. Flash looked at her expectantly. "Stop being an asshole." Peter smiled at Flash's stunned face. Peter stood up and was followed by Gwen. They walked out of the cafe hand in hand, and left an angered Flash inside.
"You don't have to worry about Flash," Gwen said suddenly. "Or anybody for that matter. "
Peter sighed. He can't really control his jealousy. "You wanna come to my place?" He offered. She nodded.
Peter unlocked the door and let Gwen go in first. She stepped into the small but cozy house. "Where's your Aunt May?" She asked.
Peter smiled internally. "Working."
"Oh," That was all Gwen managed to get out.
Peter suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh! There was something I wanted to show you." He led her up to his messy room. "Please don't make a mess," he said sarcastically. She giggled in response.
He showed her his web shooters. He never really got around to it when they dated no problem. He tried explaining how they worked, but she would finish his sentences. She was everything perfect in the world. Brains and beauty. She started exploring his room as he took of his jacket. She found a photo album. Holy shit. Then he realized which album that was.
His baby pictures.
He tried snatching it away from her but she stepped out of his reach. "What?" She asked with a grin on her face. "Gwen, give it to me," he said as his face turned red with embarrassment. She quickly opened the album and her mouth dropped. "Aww, it's little baby Peter." She giggled at the pictures. "Here you are taking a bath!"
Peter chuckled. "Yeah, that photo album was a gift from Aunt May." Gwen giggled again. Okay that's it. Peter made his way towards Gwen, and took the album from her and placed it on the desk. He didn't take his eyes off her, and she didn't take her eyes off him or protested. "Let's do something else," Peter muttered. He cupped Gwen's face with one hand and slowly made his way towards her lips. He brushed his lips against hers and slowly deepened the kiss. His other hand found its way around her waist and pressed her closer to him. Her hands were in his hair. She bit his lower lip and he groaned in response. He pulled away from her lips and kissed her jawline. The hand that was cupping her face was now unzipping her sweater. She shrugged it off as his lips found hers once again. Her hands went back to his hair as he started to trail wet kisses on her neck. She moaned, and he started moving forward while still kissing her. The back of her knees bumped with the edge of the bed. He slowly lowered her onto the bed and he followed. He supported his weight with one elbow so he wouldn't squish her. His other hand trailed up her thigh and went under her skirt. He kissed her hard on the lips. His tongue found its way into her mouth. She broke the kiss and her hands went to his waist. She pulled his shirt over him. She admired his upper body with her hands. Her hands explored his hard toned stomach. Of course, he was in shape. He's Spider-Man for crying out loud. She pushed him so she would be the one on top. His lips parted in surprise. She leaned down to kiss him and his hands found the hem of her tank top. Before she knew it her top was off, and she was in her bra. She kissed him in the corner of his mouth, jaw line, and then she slowly started tracing kisses on his neck. He moaned. His hands were griping her behind. "Oh, Gwen," he groaned. His voice low and husky. He couldn't take it anymore. With one swift movement he was on top of her again. He quickly kissed her on the lips but then moved on to her exposed collar bone. He kissed her shoulders and moved the bra strap out of the way.
He was about to make his way towards her breasts but then that feeling set in. The feeling of being watched. He pushed it aside deciding it's all in his head. He went back to her lips and kissed her passionately, but the feeling got stronger now. Someone must be watching them. He suddenly pulled away from her. Her eyes widened in alarm. "Peter?" Her voice was husky.
He got off of her and started looking for his shirt. "Peter, what's wrong?" Her voice was coated with alarm. He found his shirt and put it on.
He sighed. "I just have this weird feeling."
She frowned in confusion. "I have a feeling that someone's watching us." He explained. Her frown deepened. "What do you mean?"
"It's been like this for the last two weeks. I feel someone- something- might be watching me." He stopped realizing he might sound crazy. He handed her her top and told her to put it on. She did as she was told.
"Come on," he urged. "Let's get out of here."
"Why are you so paranoid?" Gwen asked once they were outside the house. He basically dragged her out of it.
"I don't know," he exclaimed. "I know I'm being watched, but there's never anybody there." Gwen looked at him with worry. What if there was somebody watching? They would have seen them...have sex. She shivered at the thought.
"Are you cold?" Peter whispered. She lied and nodded. Peter shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around Gwen. He pulled her closer and kissed her nose. "I love you," he whispered so softly she could barely hear it. She smiled. "I love you, too." She rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. Even through the clothing she could feel his body heat. "I'm having a huge family diner for my birthday," she broke the silence. "Wanna come?"
"Yeah," he smiled down at her. He was afraid he would have to spend her birthday admiring her from a far, but now they're together...again.
He dodged the bullet that threatened to impact his shoulder. This was almost too easy. With one swift move, he shot a web and caught the weapon. He pulled and the weapon came towards him. He caught it with ease. The criminal came to the realization that he was screwed. He made a run for it.
"Nope," said Peter beneath his mask. "You're not going anywhere." He shot another web that stuck on to the criminal's ankle. He pulled and the criminal fell to his feet. The guy struggled under Peter's control.
"Let me go, Spider-Freak!" The guy shrieked.
Peter tied the guy's hands and feet together with his web, and let him lay on the floor. It's time for the police to deal with him. He left the bank, and started to swing through the city. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon-
Wait,what? Shit! He's late for a date with Gwen.
He was about to enter the movie theatre, but he bumped into somebody.
"Sorry," he mumbled as he looked up. It was Gwen. "Gwen, I'm so sorry I'm late."
"Where were you? I was just about to leave."
"I- um - had business to take care of." He said lamely.
She nodded as if she understood.
"I'm so sorry, Gwen. If you want, you can lea-"
"No," she replied a little too quickly. "No. I want to be with you." He smiled at her.
"You had me worried sick, Peter," she said suddenly. Peter pursed his lips. He knew how worried Gwen got. He's such an asshole. He should have at least notified or something.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled again. "Can I make it up to you?" He saw her eyes light up. He leaned forward to kiss her, but a cough stopped him. They were blocking the entrance. They said sorry and moved.
"So, what was it this time?" Gwen asked as they made their way into the ticket booth.
"What movie will you guys be seeing today?" The man behind the booth asked before Peter could answer Gwen's question. The guy looked bored until he saw Gwen. He automatically flashed a breath taking smile.
"Two tickets for 'The Great Gatsby' please," Gwen answered. Yeah, she said TWO, buddy. She's not alone.
"That will be $19.50"
Peter took out a twenty and handed it through the little window. It was only then the guy actually noticed Peter. Peter took the change and left the booth as quick as possible.
"This guy," Peter said regarding her previous question. "decided to rob a bank. So cliche."
"I heard Leonardo and Toby are great in this movie," Gwen said as she reached into her Jean pocket. "Here," she handed him two 5 dollar bills.
"No, no," Peter protested. "It was my pleasure."
Gwen set her lips into a line, but didn't complain. "Did you get hurt?"
"No," he breathed. "But sometimes I wish I did. That way you could heal my wounds." He smirked at the memory.
Gwen's eyes widened. "Don't say that! I don't want you getting hurt."
"Don't worry," he tried calming her down. "I heal very quickly." But he knew there were some wounds his super powers couldn't heal.
A/N: I suck at updating...I know, but I actually created a schedule. So expect another chapter soon(: Please make sure to review xoxo! Oh and please follow me on Twitter: my username is: twerkingcollins! Please make sure to ask me any questions if you have any!
~ Bethany