PETER PARKER IMAGINES

↬ Heart of the Home

IT LEFT YOU feeling breathless, so breathless with timeless love, looking at him like this. Bars of honey-coloured sunshine were filtering in through the open window, through the gap in the gently swaying curtain, and dancing across his skin with gracious glory.

It highlighted each freckle of starry loveliness, each dip and curve of his high cheekbones and carved jaw and pouting lips, each rise and fall of his chest; everything about him glowed in the rays of the morning sun, and you couldn't look away. You were entranced.

There was a kind of feeling of alleviation settling itself deep in your chest. Maybe it was the fact that it was officially the first day of summer break. Maybe it was the sounds of Queens coming alive under the rising sun; the sounds of music on every street corner in time with the melody of singing birds. Maybe it was the warm breeze ever so graceful as it danced its way through the open window.

Maybe it was the sight that, when your eyes first opened in the early morning, left your lips turning up and your breath catching in your throat. Peter Parker, the boy that had the embers of your beating heart candescent and bright, always.

And there he was, so unaware and lovely. His eyelashes rested so delicately against the top of his cheeks, soft breaths slipping from his barely parted lips in a rhythm. He looked ever so peaceful, so ethereal and angelic in his natural glow.

A soft breath escaped through the gap between your lips, one saturated with such delicate happiness. You wondered with awe how he did it, how he always managed to make your heart lighten and your smile blossom even when he was doing something as simple as sleeping next to you.

His hand, that wasn't tucked behind his messy bed hair of chocolate curls, was reached out towards were you lay - his fingertips ever so daint as they were wrapped loosely around your fingers. It might've been where your hands found each other's during the night, just like they always did.

And then you decided that you craved more than the faint touch, and you slid your fingers between the gaps of his with an assuring padlock of love so you could breathe again. God, what did he do to you?

You felt as light as a feather with lifting attentiveness when you moved closer to where he continued to sleep the morning away. You didn't have to go far to be within the radiating warmth of his body, not since the two of you had to cuddle so close anyway to even remotely fit on his single, bottom bunk bed.

Your lips found his clothed shoulder, pressing the softest linger of a kiss, before your forehead rested itself against where your lips had touched with innocent love only seconds before.

Cuddled up to his sleeping form, your hands linked with his and your face buried in his arm, you felt so warm. He smelt of honey and hazelnuts and all things lovely, and it made your head spin. Everything about him felt like -

Home, you thought.

That was how Peter awoke that morning, with you pressed up close to his side and clad in his tshirt and hands intertwined loosely and lovely.

He drew his arm from your gentle hold, lifting it up and over your sleepy form and wrapping it around you, delicately bringing you into his hold and close to where his heart beat for you. You let out a quiet hum, settling into the warmth he radiated. It only took a few seconds to draw you from your doze, your eyelashes fluttering tiredly and a small yawn slipping from your lips.

You peered over at your boy only to find his dark eyes of love already looking down at you in utter adoration. A sleepy smile lifted the corners of your lips up, feeling weightless and happy to be waking up in his arms. You hoped that you had many more mornings in which you woke up like that. God, you hoped.

"Good morning," You whispered, leaning your temple onto his shoulder before affectionately cuddling up to his figure.

"Morning, my gorgeous," He rubbed at his eyes tiredly, the innocent pet name sweet in his raspy morning voice as he turned his head to admire you.

Your cheeks heated up with a tint of rosy pinks under his adoring gaze of soft smiles and heart eyes, and you hid your face in his chest shyly. "M'not," You denied, the words muffled in the fabric of his tshirt.

He heard you regardless, and dug his fingers into your side lightly to tickle you. You let out a squeal, your hand rapidly moving to stop his offending actions and your body moving to sit upright just in case he decided to do it again.

You held his hand away from you, but Peter managed to wrangle it so that your fingers ended up locked with his again - a soft smile resting on his lips. You looked like a dream, he thought. Imagine waking up next to you every day.

The thought brought a blissful smile to his lips, and his other hand reached up, fondly tucking a stray hair behind your ear with affection. "You are," He spoke quietly, love etched between each syllable and the conviction made you truly believe it.

Your heart swelled immensely, your eyes shining and your features glowing. Your hand, held lazily in his, tugged firmly and pulled his body up into a sitting position. You met him in the middle, your free hand letting your fingertips delicately run down his jaw and your lips pressing against his.

Peter's arms moved around your body, squeezing you tightly against his chest as he moved his lips to the rhythm of yours. He dropped backwards suddenly, pulling you with him as his back hit the mattress with a bounce.

You couldn't help but giggle feverishly against his sweet lips, trapped in his arms and his teeth tugging ever so lightly on your bottom lip with a grin of sunshine. Peter wouldn't let you escape his cuddly grip, revelling in the lovely bubbles of laughter and happy grins that resembled everything beautiful in the world.

But then you swiftly swung your leg across his waist, your hands planting themselves on his chest and laughing at the playful pout that decorated his pink lips. Peter's hands instinctively moved to your waist, hoping to keep you close to him on that summer's morning.

Perching in his lap, he watched in adoration as you giggled attentively from above him - your hair a complete mess, your cheeks blazing with hot reds, and glowing in the sunlight like an angel. Everything about you, everything, reminded him of -

Home, he thought.