Night Changes (p.parker)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: FINALLY SEEN

TRUE TO YOUR word, the two of you had met the next day. And then the next, as well as the following day after that. Plus a few more nights just for good measure.

Talking with Peter was addictive. He was your own personal drug, a high you'd never experienced before, and certainly something you could now never live without. You'd had your fair share of façades, masks you'd put on, parts of yourself you would hide from those who would judge. It wasn't like that with Peter.

He was different from anything you'd ever felt before. He was the heat in lighting, the sound of rain on a cold day, the waves during the storm as he swallowed you whole, sheltering you from the rest of the world. In such a little amount of time, he was everything. The smallest of things reminded you of him, and suddenly the only thing getting you through the day was getting to see Peter on a rooftop, his face still shielded from view.

God, you could rip that stupid thing right off of him.

And it would be far too easy as well. You could imagine yourself peeling the fabric inch by inch, revealing his skin that you so desperately wanted to see. The lips you had only fantasized of kissing. The face that only appeared in your dreams.

It was slow torture, to hear his voice and hold his hand, to be so physically close, and yet so restricted. However, you'd take what you could get. School was still a solid no-zone, so the only real time you got to spend with him was at night, hidden under the stars as time marches on without you. The rooftop is untouchable in your eyes. Nothing else matters up there but you and him.

Nevertheless, it was driving you crazy. You were at the end of your rope, you wanted to meet him properly, hold his hand --his bare hand--, go on dates, shower him with the affection only you could give him. You wanted to show him off, let the world see how smart and funny he was, and most importantly, you just wanted to see him.

He was everything you ever wanted, and most certainly everything you need, and it was time to take matters into your own hands.

...

"You're lying!" Peter gasped, his right hand flying to his suit-clad chest in mock offense.

"I'm really not, bugboy,"

"You've never seen Star Wars?"

"Nope,"

"Not a single one??"

"Never once in my life," you playfully swat his arm, smiling up at him. Heat rises against your cheeks as he scoots closer.

"That's impossible, I formally refuse the information I have just received. This problem must be immediately fixed or the universe has screwed up entirely."

"Peter!" You gasp, mouth wide open as a loud laugh leaves your lips. "You mock my pain!"

"Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something,"

"Did you just quote The Princess Bride?"

Peter's cheeks flushed under his mask, the color similar to the red parts of his suit, his eyes widened a bit, and he almost laughed at how easily he became flustered in your presence.

"I did. For the sake of my ego, please pretend I did not,"

The two of you doubled over in laughter at the ridiculousness of it all, bodies close together as the sun slowly dripped down the sky, leaving a blend of extraordinary colors in its wake. When the laughter died down, the two of you were left softly staring at each other.

Even through the white of his spider eyes, you knew you held his attention. Moments like this were easy, so much so it felt entirely natural to get lost in him.