Two times Kevin denies Gwen is magical, and the one time he can't.

She approaches him one evening, hugging a thick book to her chest, gaze downcast. "Is it okay if I study at your place?" she asks, not daring to make eye contact until she has made her request.

Her expression pleads with him. He isn't used to this. "Ah, sure, Gwen," he stumbles over his reply. Pocketing his tools in the front of his oil stained shirt, behind the patch that reads Kev, he jumps up from the car he had been working on and heads toward his workbench. "Here," he says while clearing off mechanical odds and ends of both Earthly and alien origin. "You can pull one of those folding chairs up here."

She thanks him before settling down and claiming the space. The hefty volume cracks when she opens it and pours over the contents.

Glancing over her shoulder, he can't quite make out what she's reading, but the pages are yellow with age. "What the hell do they teach you at that prep school?" he asks.

She snaps the book closed, the legs of the chair scraping against the garage pavement as she stands to face him. "N-Nothing! Just dumb, old English lit."

"Right," he smirks, crossing his arms. "'Cause that definitely looked like English."

Her gaze doesn't waver. Then, her cheeks begin to warm and she looks down as the blush overcomes her. "Okay, fine. I'm studying spells."

Kevin blinks at her.

"Magical spells," she adds, looking him in the eyes despite her flustered state. "My parents don't know about my powers so I can't always study at home and I'd probably get in trouble if I pulled this out at school."

"Right," Kevin deadpans. She isn't sure if he's mocking her or freaking out. "Just don't blow up the garage if you're going to practice anything."

Narrowing her eyes at him as he turns to get back to his handiwork, she scoffs, "Like I would do that."

"Kevin," Gwen begins, her hands balled up tight in her lap. "Why don't you like talking about my powers? Do I… Does what I do make you uncomfortable?"

"What?" he asks, risking a perplexed glance her way before he focuses back on the road. "No, Gwen. You kick ass. It's pretty hot, actually."

Her nails begin to dig into the fabric of her skirt. "Ugh, nevermind."

"And terrifying. You can be pretty scary," he rushes to add.

"So I scare you? That's why you avoid talking about them?"

"No! I mean, yes, some of the things that you can do is like it's straight from a horror film. But I'm not scared of you doing any of that to me."

"Oh."

They sit in silence as Kevin continues to wind his way through Ben's lamp lit neighborhood. If the alien morphing hero notices the mood between the two when he hops in the back seat, he doesn't comment on it.

"Can we make this fast?" Ben asks when Kevin lingers too long, hand resting on the gear shift between him and Gwen. "I need to catch up on my recording of Sumo Slammers before all my friends start tweeting about it."

"Do you know who he's talking about?" Kevin jests as he throws his car into reverse.

"I thought he just hung out with us," Gwen smiles. At Ben's protests, they all fall back into their usual banter.

Kevin tries to see clearly through the haze, but the confusion is boggling. Why did the kissing stop? Why did the touching stop? All he knew was that he needed more.

But Gwen has pulled back, palms splayed flat against his bare chest.

"Say that again," she breathes. Kevin mistakes it for something low and sexy and tries to drag her mouth back down to his, but she resists in a way that finally has him listening. "Say that again," she reiterates as he blinks repeatedly up at her.

He curses under his breath, eyes going wide, as realization washes over him like a bucket of ice water. The way she's draped over him makes the pressure on his stomach feel sickening. Oh no.

Giggling, Gwen settles back down to nuzzle him, nose rubbing against his as she pecks his lips. The mirth in her voice in unmistakable. "You finally admit it."

Babe, what you do is magical.

A/N: Five years later and these two just won't quit for me. Hope you enjoyed the gwevin-y goodness. A review is worth a thousand faves!