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Sleepover (PP)

Author: rosyparkers

Warnings: none

"do we have enough soda?"

peter's head peaks out from the kitchen, a tuft of brown, silky curls bouncing over his forehead, fresh from his shower. looking up from the lego set in front of you, a half-constructed millennium falcon your boyfriend saved up for months to buy, you purse your lips and cast a sleepy eye around the parkers' living room. with may's out-of-town work conference falling the same weekend after graduation, you and peter decided to take advantage of his empty apartment and host a sleepover.

the sight of your boyfriend's sparkly eyes and wide grin lets you know there will probably be no sleeping tonight, not when he looks borderline hyperactive.

"why do we need soda, pete?" you yawn, stretching and cracking your back. sitting on the floor for most of the day has not done wonders for your posture. "with or without you, i'm going to bed in, like, max an hour."

"boo, you whore." he whines, plopping beside you with an arm thrown over your shoulders and resting on the couch.

rolling your eyes, you pinch his side, smirking a little at the squeak he lets out. a baby. "never should have let you watch mean girls."

"you're being so not fetch right now," peter grins, bringing you closer to him. giggling, you rest the side of your head on his shoulder, taking in the scent of his body wash and the softness of his shirt against your skin. "summer's officially started, sweetheart, don't you wanna go crazy, go wild, and stay up all night?"

"no," you huff, throwing a leg over his lap until you're seated on top of him. peter's arms instinctively curl around your middle, keeping you comfortable. "i want to go to bed at a reasonable hour, catch up on all the hours of sleep i had to miss because of school and stay in bed until noon, possibly even all day," velvet curls at the nape of his neck twirl around your fingers as you inch closer to him, noses bumping, "with my wonderful boyfriend, with whom i have fallen deeply in love."

peter throws his head back with laughter, giving you basically no choice before your lips find his long neck, peppering soft, playful kisses all over it. his arms hold you tighter as he chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as you kiss up his chin and leave a spirited nip of the teeth on his bottom lip.

"what if we find a middle-ground solution to satisfy both of us, hm?" peter quips, pursing his lips to receive another kiss, which you gladly give him.

"great, i'll go to sleep and you stay up." you tease, softly tapping his cheek with your fingers a few times.

peter rolls his eyes like a rebellious thirteen-year-old, unimpressed. "har har, comedic genius." you giggle, laughter only getting louder when you notice the corner of his mouth quirking up as well. "i think i have a way for both of our plans to work."

it takes almost twenty minutes, and you complain for each one of them, but peter is adamant and seems to have completely tuned out your whines of it's too hot to have me moving like this and i could be sleeping right now, parker. by the time you're done, several blankets are draped over lamps and furniture, creating a sloppy yet comforting fort in the living room. pillows and water bottles and snacks find their way inside along with a gadget peter created to display his laptop screen as a hologram for extra fancy cinematic experiences, he claimed.

"huh?" his grin is wide and proud and childish all at once, head lying against his pillow and arm spread, inviting you to cuddle up into him. "bitchin', right?"

sighing softly, you place your head against his collarbone, dropping a kiss to his neck on your way and throwing your own arm around his lithe waist. "i'll concede that it's awesome as long as you promise to never say bitchin' again."

he hums, one hand finding your hair and the other moving up and down your outstretched arm. "you in the mood for a rewatch or should we start that sci-fi show you told me about?"

moving your chin up to kiss more properly, you feel your heart practically melt when peter smiles against your lips, and it's impossible not to mimic him. "whatever you want, petey. anything you want."

he beams at you, all pink-cheeked and sparkly-eyed and perfect, pressing another smooch to the tip of your nose.

"mean girls it is."