I LOVE YOU

GWEN

The people watching us as we finish dancing clap. Peter and I blush as we walk off the dance floor to find water. After about a ten minute break, a lady announced in a microphone, "ladies and gentlemen, if you would like to do karaoke please visit me next to the stage at anytime. Just tell me your song and I'll hook you up. I'll have a hat, paper, and pens on my table so that you can write down a name and a song. Later I'll draw a couple times from the hat and the person has to karaoke the song. Anyways, have fun!" She says and disconnects from the speakers. I grin mischievously at Peter. Realization dawns in his eyes after a few moments. "Gwen.....you wouldn't." He says, slowly scooting away from me. "Hmmmm." Is all I say, my smile growing wider. "Damn! Noooo!" He whines and scoots even farther so that two people could sit between us. "Come on. I'm gonna go do mine now." "Okay, you do that." He says, still looking at me like a wounded puppy and not coming near me. I shrug, walk to the lady, request my song, put Peter's name in, and get ready. "Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things. Magic, madness, heaven, sin, saw you there and I thought Oh My God, look at that face, you look like, my next mistake loves a game, wanna play?" I sing along with Taylor Swift. As I sing I make little movements with my hands and I get a good idea. When I sing 'loves a game, wanna play?' I point at Peter in the crowd. The audience follows my finger and looks at Peter. He blushes and shrinks even lower in his chair. I fight the urge to laugh and keep singing. New money shirt and tie, I can read you like a magazine. Ain't it funny rumors fly, and I know you heard about me so hey, let's be friends. I'm dying to see, how this one ends. Grab your passport and my hand. I can make the bad guys good for a weekend. So it's gonna be forever, or it's gonna go down in flames. You can tell me when it's over, if the high was worth the pain. Got a long list of ex-lovers, they'll tell you I'm insane cause you know I love the players, and you love the game!" I sing and finish the shortened version of Blank Space. The audience claps and I smile. I look at Peter and notice him hunched, not clapping or looking at me. Immediately I get a cold feeling in my stomach as worry washes over me. Quickly I make my way through the crowd to see whats wrong. I sit beside him on the bench. "Peter, whats wrong?" I ask, hoping the worry didn't show in my voice. Suddenly he grabs my hands lightly and pulls me into his lap. He then wraps his arms around me, squeezing gently but firmly, and buries his face into my neck. I squeal out if pleasure, confusion, and surprise. I turn so I'm sitting sideways on his lap so that I can look at him. When he finally looks at me his eyes are glittering and his face is split into a smile. "What the? You're fine?" I ask, astonished. "Haha yeah. I was messing with you because you put my name in." "Peter!" I scold mockingly. I smile as well and he pulls me closer. Before I know it his soft lips move slowly over mine. I pull away, sighing and nestling my head into his chest. He smells like cologne, a smell I love on him. "Ladies and gentlemen, I will be pulling a name right now to see whos up next. And the winner is....................Peter Parker!" She announces. Peter looks at me with a mock death glare before getting up and making his way to the stage. The lady whispers his song in his ear and he nods. He then walks onstage and stands by the mic. He decides to take off his leather jacket, and he discards it to the side. When he does, he's left wearing his black v-neck, which I might say defines his upper body VERY WELL. Unfortunately, I'm not the only one who thinks so. A bunch of wild whistles echo across the room and I glance to my left to see a group of ten high schools girls dressed in short skirts, make up, and their hair overdone. They were all staring at Peter like he was their next meal. The on in he middle with black hair, blue eyes, and was very pretty appeared to be their leader. I heard her say, "ooh, that Peter Parker is hooootttt. Dibs, ladies." I got mad, but I know they never have a chance so I continue to watch Peter instead. Before he starts he gives me a nervous glance. "Guess its true, I'm not good at a one night stand. But I still need love cause I'm just a man. These nights never seem to go to plan. I don't want you to leave, will you hold my hand. Oh wont you, stay with me? Cause you're all I need. This ain't live it's clear to see. But darling, stay with me." Peter sings, and my heart melts. He looks at me the whole time and even points. His voice is amazing, I've never heard him sing before. His voice is deep, but not too low. I begin to tear up as he directs the lyrics towards me and never breaks his gaze. "Why am I so emotional? No it's not a good look gain some self control. And deep down I know this never works. But you can lay with me so it doesn't hurt. Oh wont you stay with me. Cause you're all I need. This ain't love it's clear to see. But darling, stay with me." He sings and finishes his short version. I clap hard and the tears roll down my cheeks. He makes his way to me and hugs me tight. I sniffle into his chest and embrace him back. We just away there gently to the beat with each other. "Did I do okay?" He asks me, looking at with those eyes of his that just melt my heart. "Yes, you were wonderful. Now you're going to have to sing to me more." I tell him. "Okay." He whispers as he leans down and traces kisses across my face, ridding the evidence of tears. After that, we sit down again before I go to sing another song. I can't think of a song, so the lady picks one for me. I then stand up on the stage, looking at Peter once before I begin. "This is a little tribute to a little someone, I didn't pick this song obviously but it works our perfectly anyway. So, here we go." I say and then begin. "Ha ha ha ha ha. Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want, so tell me what you want, what you really really want, I tell you what I want what I really really want, so tell me what you want what you really really want. I wanna, ha, I wanna, ha, I wanna, ha, I wanna, ha, I really really really wanna zigazig ah. If you want my future, forget my past. If you wanna get with me, better make it fast. Now don't go wasting, my precious time, get your act together we could be just fine." I sing, pointing at Peter. Again, he blushes, only much redder this time. The crowd turns to him and starts to clap, splitting so that there's no one between him and me. (Next lyric) "if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never ends. If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give. Taking is to easy but that's the way it is!" I finish the short version of Wannabe by the Spice Girls. The audience claps and wolf whistles as I make my way to Peter. He looks at me as I sit beside him, his face still the color of a Maraschino Cherry. "So, do you wanna be my lover?" I tease him. "Oh, I thought we already were." He says, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Hahaha" I laugh sarcastically. "You're turn." I tell him. "You sure? I got a song up my sleeve that's gonna make you swoon." "Oh yeah?" "Definitely. It's gonna make all the girls swoon." He smiles and winks. "Oh please. Try it." "Be careful what you wish for." He says as puts his jacket on again and heads towards the stage. The lady takes his requests and starts laughing upon hearing it. "Shhh." Peter tells her, and I just about die from curiosity. He stands up there and is about to start, but not before shooting me a winning smile and a wink as if to say "I'm gonna prove you wrong." Being the stubborn girl I am, I KNOW he can make the other girls swoon, he did when he first walked in. But me? He will have to try. "When I walk on by, girls be looking like damn, he fly. I pimp to the beat, walking on the street with my new lafreak, yeah. This is how I roll, animal print, pants out of of control. It's red foo with the big Afro, it's like Bruce Lee rock at the club
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I work out
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
Girl look at that body
I work out"
Peter sings, taking off his leather jacket as he sings the 'girl look at that body' part. I laugh at his song choice. I have a feeling I know what he's going to do to make us 'swoon' and I steel myself because I know it just might work. Apparently the girls around me know whats gonna happen too, because they squeal and quietly whisper among themselves. All I hear is, "Omg! He's so hottttt. He's gonna take off his shirt. You think he might take off his pants too?" "No, unfortunately." Another girls answers the first. "Oh well. I still wanna see the shirt off." She says, and the others giggle. I choose to ignore and watch Peter again. "When I walk in the spot, this is what I see. Everybody stops and is staring at me I got passion in my pant and I ain't afraid to show, show it, show it.
I'm sexy and I know it"
As Peter sings the 'I'm sexy and I know it', he lifts up his shirt to show the crowd six pack, v-line, and part of his pecs. The girls next to me squeal and wolf whistle and just about faint. All I can do is stare. I mean, it's not like I haven't seen his upper body because I stitch him up a lot, but I haven't for a while, and I can definitely say he's either been working out more or being Spiderman is making him look even better. I quickly recover though and close my gaping mouth. Peter finishes and walks down towards me. Before he gets to me, the stupid group of girls get in the way. The ringleader says, "hey there, Tiger. The names MJ, short for Mary Jane. You know, if you wanna...idk....hook up sometime, just give me a call." She says, hanging on to his arm and draping herself across him while pressing a slip of paper in his hand. He gently dodges her and says, "oh, thank you but I'm not available. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be going." And then walks to me. Their gaze follows him and they watch his butt as he walks to me. MJ says to her friends, "well, that wasn't rejection, he's just playing hard to get. That's all right, I can play that game too. He's so sexy, and I ALWAYS get what I want." And walks away. I stand to greet Peter. "So, apparently they swooned. The bet is half won. Now, I know you swooned. Right?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. "Hmm....nope. Not impressed." I tell him, totally poker faced. "What?! Not even a little?" He presses. "Not in the least." I confirm. "He sighs and pinches the bridge if his nose, making my heart melt, but I'm poker faced so I don't let it show. "What do I gotta do? Swing you somewhere and be all lovey-dovey?" He says sarcastically. However, since I did swoon and he doesn't know it, I take this opportunity to get what I want. "Yes. Precisely, Peter. Let's see it." I tell him. He looks at me incredulously. "Really?" "Yes." "Finnnneeeee." He says and we walk outside the building together. He and I put our jackets back on and head into a side alley. Then he picks me up and we swing to the top of the Empire State Building. We've been here before, but not as often as our clock tower. We pull out our stashed blankets and pillow and lay on them, looking at the twinkling New York lights. I lay beside Peter, me on my side facing him with my arm draped across his chest, Peter on his back his hands crossed on his stomach. "So. Lovey-dovey huh?" He asks. "Yep." I confirm. Slowly he props himself up on his elbow and faces me. I do the same, mirroring his position. He sighs and lays back down, resuming his previous position. I'm confused. "Peter, whats wrong?" I ask him. He just turns his back towards me. "Peter? Did I do something? I'm sorry. Please talk to me." I plead, starting to get worried. I scoot closer and rub his shoulder with my hand. He just scoots farther away, his back still turned. When I reach for him again he gets up and walks towards the edge if the building, sitting with his back to me and his legs dangling off the edge. I get up and join him, very worried now. "Peter, I'm sorry about the lovey-dovey. You don't have to be that way. It was more of a joke. I'm sorry." I whisper and look at him. I can see the side of his face, but he's still staring off into the New York skyline. I sigh and get up and walk back to the blankets. I lay down in them and turn so I can see Peter. He remains the same as he was. I turn around so my back is to him and think about what could have made him like this. A few minutes later I feel him slide in with me but I don't dare turn around. Then I feel his warm breath on my neck, and I shiver, pleasant tingles running down my spine. He wraps his arms around my and pulls me into his warm embrace, kissing my neck as he does. I can't contain my smile. "Peter?" I ask, not turning around. "Yes?" He mumbles. "Were you mad at me?" "No. Just sad I guess. But you know you always make it better. Now, lovey-dovey? If you say so." Before I can say anything, he squeezes me and plants little tender kisses on my neck and shoulders. I giggle and he turns me around. He kisses my forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, and my neck. He lingers at my neck, burying his face in it. His arms are wrapped strongly but gently around me, making me feel the safest I've felt in a long time. He pulls back from my neck and I look at him. His eyes are bright, his smile warm. I run my hand slowly and softly through his hair. I trace his jawline, his nose, and his cheeks with my fingers. He lets out a soft sigh and leans into my touch. Then I trail little kisses over his forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, neck, and shoulders. I bury my head into his neck. It's so warm, and he smells so good. I run my hands over his shoulders and feel the hard sinewy muscles there. I sigh and his embrace tightens. I look back at him again and we're kissing. We embrace and kiss. He kisses more passionately than he ever has, and I easily return it. Eventually we break apart, both needing air. "So, that's what you wanted to do?" I ask, breathless. "Yes. Have you swooned yet?" He asks in return. "I can't lie now. Yes, I definitely have. I did in your song too, but you know me. Very slow to admit." He smirks. "I had a feeling you were leading me on." He says before pulling me closer again. I let out a soft content sigh and lay my head in his chest, listening to his beating heart. "I could get used to this." I say, cherishing this moment. "Me too. I have to be Spiderman again soon though." He says, a reluctant tone evident in his voice. "Peter, I know. It's okay. You love it don't you?" "Yes. Yes, I do. But I love you more." He tells me, looking down at me and giving me a quick peck on the lips. I smile. "I know. But it's the price I pay for being a superhero's girlfriend. Besides, guys who aren't superheroes aren't as ripped as you." I tell him, poking his chest. He lets out a deep chuckle. "That's true. I knew I broke the ice." "Hahaha very funny. But now you can't be so modest." I tell him. "Okay. Here, I'll make you a deal. We go swimming tomorrow so I can't be modest, and you do something for me." "Like what?" I ask, curious as to where this is going. "Secret." He replies and gives me his troublemaker smile. He know I can't resist and so I agree. "Okay. Done deal. Now, we better sleep." He says, a yawn escaping from his lips. I feel sleepy too, so I sniffle closer to Peter, my head on his chest and my arms around him. His arms are around me and they hold me tight. I smile because I know I will wake up in these strong arms and he will be there to kiss me good morning. That night I fell asleep dreaming of the marvelous Peter Parker in his swim suit.