Story IV:

A Game Of Truths: After skipping school Gwen and Peter decide to play the notorious Truth or Dare

Word Count: 1,712

Author's Note: Hope you guys like this! I promise I will update my other stories soon, I've been reading a lot more than I have been writing lately. But anyway, enjoy this little one shot!

Sitting in the courtyard of a crowded High School was not as much fun as it seems. Peter was laying in the grass, his head resting in his beautiful girlfriends lap. She was slightly panicking because of the packet she had to get done by next period. Gwen had tried to push his head out of her lap but he was so damn stubborn and refused to move.

After numerous attempts she finally gave up and decided to run her hand through his messy brown hair. It was always soothing when he played with her hair. Peters eyes stayed closed as she continued running her hand delicately through his hair. He couldn't help the soft moan that escaped his lips. He had stayed away from her for weeks. It felt amazing for him to finally be close to her.

The previous night had been exhausting for him. Peter may have gotten twenty five minutes of sleep, at the most. There had apparently been a terrorist trying to rob Oscorp and it took all night to track him down. He was physically exhausted by the time he got to school and she could tell. His eyes were nearly blood shot and he had dark circles under his eyes.

Leaning down Gwen left a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, making him grin. When Peter opened his eyes he almost couldn't make the distinction between her hair and the sunlight, but his vision quickly adjusted and he was able to see her smirking down at him.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She asked quietly.

He pretended to huff and roll his eyes. "Well, because Miss Stacy, you are interrupting my sleeping time". Gwen couldn't help but to laugh, choosing to ignore him.

Her eyes locked on the forming bruise on his face, undoubtedly from the night before and she sighed, using the pad of her thumb to gently stroke his cheek. Peters eyes closed and he turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand. He moved out of her lap and propped himself up on his elbows.

"Let's take the rest of the day off". He asked, well, more like told her. He chuckled at her wide eyed expression. She had never skipped a day of school in her life, aside from being sick of course.

"We-we can't just leave". She stuttered, almost tripping over her words.

"Come onnnn". He moaned at her, moving to sit on his knees to kiss her cheek. "Please. Please. Please." He asked in between each peck, making her giggle and shove a hand into his face, effectively pushing him on his butt.

"That was mean!" He shouted like a stubborn child. Gwen shrugged and continued to ignore him. But once again. She was dating a stubborn boy.

Peter grabbed Gwen by the waist and rolled her underneath him. She leaned her head back onto the warm grass as Peter's lips trailed along the shell of her ear. She felt like he was the devil on her shoulder, trying to convince her to break the rules.

She moaned quietly and closed her eyes, almost engulfed by his persuasion. "Fine", she muttered. Her voice barley audible but, of course, Peter heard her and pulled them both to their feet. He grabbed their bags, along with her hand and led her out the front gates.

Aunt May was at work so they had the house to themselves. Gwen was currently fiddling around of his computer, insisting that she do her homework before paying any attention to him. But getting any work done was a practically impossible task when you have a whiney, hormonal teenage boy hovering over you asking, "are you done yet?" every five seconds.

Eventually, once again she caved and shut the lap top, spinning in his chair to face him. Peter had the most innocent look he could manage on his face but she just narrowed her eyes at him.

"You are a real pain in my ass, Parker". She told him.

"Let's do somethinggg" he begged, hopping off of his unmade bed and pulling her out of the chair so he could sit. Before she protested he pulled her onto his lap. She rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Like?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Peter pursed his lips pretending to think.

He trailed his lips lightly across the skin of her neck, "let's play truth or dare". He mumbled against her. Even with his lips sending sparks to every inch of her body, she couldn't help but to laugh.

"Very mature, Peter". He pulled away and placed a quick kiss right above the dimple on her cheek. "I'll go first, I pick truth".

She raised an eyebrow, "you know this is basically going to be a game of truths since neither of us are going to pick dare." He threw his head back dramatically and groaned.

Gwen placed a finger on her chin pretending to think but knowing exactly what her first question was, "Are you a virgin?" She hadn't realized how dirty it sounded until the words left her mouth. She could feel her cheeks heat up when she saw his teasing smirk.

"My, my, what a sexual question Miss Stacy". He chuckled as he watched her try to hide her embarrassment by avoiding his gaze.

"Just answer the question". She mumbled, all the while staring at the wall behind him.

"Yes, I am a virgin". She couldn't help but to internally smile when he said that. "My turn. Are you a virgin?"

She pretended to glare at him, "you can't ask the same question, Peter. That's like the number one rule!" He just laughed and held his hands up in defeat.

"Alright!" Gwen chuckled, trying to ignore the electricity that traveled up her let when Peter rested his hand on her hip. "Um.. Have you had sex?" She glared at him. "What?" He asked innocently, "It's not the same question!" He insisted.

"No I haven't had sex". Peter sighed in relief. He honestly thought he would have to kill any man that saw her naked.

"Okay my turn.. You have to tell the truth.. Am I too heavy to be sitting on your lap?" As much as she loved being held on his lap she was honestly worried that she was squishing him. Peter couldn't help but to burst out laughing, making Gwen jump a bit.

"You've got to be joking", he remarked. "Gwen you are literally as light as a feather." He assured her. She hadn't even noticed that he moved his arm until she felt herself being lifted effortlessly into the air.

"Peter!" She practically squeaked as he held her tightly to his chest, carrying her bridal style. She laughed, clinging to his neck, "okay! I get the point! You're very macho! Now put me down before you drop me!" She tried to sound firm but that proved to be very difficult at the moment.

He made a tsk tsk sound before he spoke, "see I was going to put you down, but you think I am still going to drop you so..." he trailed off. Tossing her lightly over his shoulder, Gwen wrapped her arms around his waist trying to get some leverage while hanging upside down.

"Okay! Okay! I trust you!" He laughed and placed her small frame gently on his bed, watching as she tried to catch her breath. Her blonde hair was fanned over his pillow and her lips were parted slightly, in the most alluring way. He didn't give her time to catch her breath before he kissed her full on the mouth, startling her even further. But it only took a few seconds before she melted against his body.

Peter bit her lip and she gasped against his mouth, granting him full access to tease her tongue with his own. She always tasted like peppermint and he was completely addicted to it. Peter ran his hands down the contours of her body, taking their usual place on her hips. Pushing her shirt up slight, he teased the warm skin of her stomach with the tips of his fingers.

Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck and strained, trying to get him impossibly closer to her. Her body was running on overdrive. Between the passionate kiss and the feel of his hands on her bare skin had thoughts running through her mind. Very dirty thoughts.

Petter wrapped his hand around her knee and hitched her leg up around his hip. He came so close to touching her that she moaned. He moved his lips to the curvature of her neck and bit down slightly.

Completely out of breath and starstruck, Gwen managed to find her voice. "If we don't stop now I have a feeling out answers are going to change". Her entire sentence came out as more of a moan since Peter had inched her skirt up around her hips, rubbing her thighs gently.

He pulled back, only to look at her. "Do you want to stop?" He asked her seriously, trying to keep the lust out of his voice, but his eyes betrayed him. His pupils were dilated and practically begging to kiss her again.

Gwen shook her head, "no", she mumbled right before his mouth covered hers once again. "I love you" seemed to sound like a frenzied prayer that kept rolling off his tongue throughout the day and he had no problem with repeating himself over and over again.

Author's Note: I am getting more confident with the kissing scenes as you guys have pointed out! *Note to guest user Inlovewithpeter: GET OFF GUEST SO I CAN TALK TO YOU3* Anyway, thank you all for your support!