Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 15

God was a boy; The Devil wore a T-shirt.

I don't know how to stop pouring gasoline on an open flame or eating dynamite to cure my appetite for destruction.

I wake up the next morning in the arms of Peter. I was laying on my side as he had his arm wrapped around me and his face was buried in my hair. I turn around in his arms to face towards him. I move his hair out of his face and stroke my hand against his cheek.

Damn, he is so pretty, even when he's sleeping.

I lean forward and press my lips softly against his. So softly, he doesn't wake up. I caress his cheek more and I whisper his name lightly. He groans and his face scrunches up as he wraps me tighter in his arms. I let out a loud yelp, remembering the pain in my ribs from earlier events that transpired.

His eyes shoot open and he lets go of me immediately. "Shit, I'm sorry, I completely forgot." He says in his rough morning voice.

I roll back on my back and hold my side. "You're fine, I forgot as well." I push myself off of the bed and walk towards the mirror in his bathroom. Peter gets up as well and follows me into the bathroom. Once we both make it there, I burst out laughing at the sight.

"What are you laughing at?" Peter says, still not looking in the mirror. I shake my head and reach out and turn him towards the mirror. "Oh damn." He says as his eyes widen at the sight.

We both looked like someone beat the hell out of us. I had hickeys tracing down my body and across my torso. I also had handprints on my neck for when he choked the hell out of me. I also had bruises on my hips and ribs from his hands digging into me. Peter had hickeys covering his body as well along with large scratches on his back and arms from my fingernails.

I let out another laugh and wrap my arms around Peter's waist. "We look fucking crazy." I says as I look up at him.

"Yes, we do." He lets out a chuckle and let's go of me. "Come on, let's take a shower."

I nod my head and start to strip. Peter walks back into his room to grab us some clothes. I turn on the shower and step in. The water took a few seconds to turn warm and I stand under it, letting it soothe my sore body. I hear the curtain move and Peter steps in behind me. He wraps his arms around me waist from behind and leans into the water with me.

"Have you talked to May lately?" I ask Peter as we sit under the water.

"Yeah, I have. I was just texting her in the med bay before I left." I nod my head as his fingers draw circles in my hips.

I lean my head back against his chest. "Good. I was just making sure you were keeping her updated. Is she coming to see you anytime soon?"

He shakes his head. "No. I told her I was okay and that I know she is busy with her charities. She's going to Florida this week for another one." I again nod my head and the silence fills the space.

I speak up again. "I feel like we are acting like a couple."

He continues tracing his fingers across my torso as we speak. "Yeah, I feel that too." Silence again. "But we aren't, right?"

"No, we aren't." I wait a second before speaking again. "You still hate me, right?"

He pauses before answering. "Yeah, mostly. You still hate me too?