BANNED |P.P| [SPIDER-MAN, ANDREW GARFIELD]

|Twelve| The Favorite Spot

Arya Holmes

Next time I woke up, I laid in Peter's arm, he was holding me tightly. My chin rested on his chest, it was soft yet hard.

"Good morning blondie. I'm taking you out tonight." He said with his raspy morning voice, making my stomach twist with butterflies.

"You are?" I asked, smirking for myself. He chuckled, gently stroking my arm. "Yes m'am. I will take you to one of my favorite spots in the city." He said.

A smile formed on my lips. "Sounds nice." I said, and he chuckled. "Yeah." He said.

Once I had lost my mind from just laying there, I went home since he had some work to do. After a few hours, he picked me up. By the door this time, with normal clothes. He even said hi to my dad whom surprisingly said it back.

"Let's go, pretty girl." He said and grabbed my hand as we walked out of my apartment.

We talked, laughed and messed around as we walked towards Rusty's. Yes, he insisted on us going to just that restaurant, but I didn't complain, they had a hell of a burger, it was freaking amazing.

Once we had both ordered, he also said that we're taking it to go, which confused me. "I'm taking you to my favorite spot, remember?" He said, making me nod.

We grabbed the food, then he dragged us to a random alley, making me confused. But he changed to his suit. "We're swinging to this mysterious place?" I asked confused.

"Yeah. It's hard to get there without these powers." He said cheekily, flexing his muscles.

He wrapped his arm around my waist like always and started swinging us while I held onto him, the food and sodas for my dear life. "You're scared, blondie?" He asked teasingly, making me roll my eyes.

Then, he stopped at the top of a rooftop, I couldn't even figure out which one it was. "We're on the Statue of Liberty." He said.

My brows raised. "Are you crazy?" I asked, making him laugh. "This is my favorite place in the city. I figured I'd take you here. Let's eat." He said and sat down on the cement.

And so we did. We talked, ate and had the time of our lives while sitting there. I really enjoyed being with Peter, he made me happy.

As we were finished, we sat next to each other and just looked out over the city. I leaned my head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me. "When did your parents die?" I asked quietly.

"They died when I was around 8." He said, slowly rubbing my arm. "Are you close with your aunt?" I asked.

He chuckled. "She's my best friend. She has always been there. Hell, she had to be there for me. Or else I would have been an alone boy for the rest of my life. Until that spider bite me." He said, making me chuckle.

"If you're okay with it, I'd love to meet your aunt." I said.

He looked down at me surprised. "You do?" He asked shocked. "Of course. You've met my dad, it would only be fair to meet your aunt as well." I said.

"That makes me so happy, blondie." He said, making me smile uncontrollably.

It became silent. "We both have fucked up childhoods." He said. My lips rolled into a line
as I nodded. It was true. "Yeah." I said.

"And sure, I know many people would say that you should be happy that at least yours is alive, but that's total bullshit. If you don't have a good relationship or even a very bad relationship with your parent, then maybe you'd rather not have one." He said.

He was the first one I've ever met that had thought the same as me. I've always said that, and I really mean it. "Yeah. Thank you." I said, almost feeling tears in my eyes.

And he noticed, because he snuggled his nose against my forehead. "I'm so sorry that your were raised like that. But I'm glad you turned out this way. You're the most amazing girl I've ever met." He said.

My cheeks were blushed. "Stop." I said, making him chuckle as he planted a kiss on my temple. I swear we were gonna kiss every single part of our bodies before we kissed for real.

Then I looked up at him, I didn't care if my cheeks were red of the heat. He looked down at me and we locked eyes. It was silent.

"Why aren't you kissing me?" I asked.

He raised his brows while looking at me. "Do you... want me to kiss you?" He asked.

"No, I want you to kiss me without asking if I want to be kissed." I said.

He looked at me with no expression. "You should know by now that I want to kiss you every single second we spend with each other." He said, slowly running his index finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

We stared at each other. "Then why don't you do anything abo-"

Before I could say anything, he leaned down to me and closed any distance between us. Our lips met in a soft yet quick movement. They felt so soft against my skin.

Discreetly, I moved closer to him, and as I did, he grabbed my hips and pulled me up on his lad so I strangled his lap. My hands went to his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around me.

His lips were capturing my own between his. I was just about to pull away, when he suddenly hit my lip, making me moan out in pleasure.

As I pulled away, he gently kept my lip between his teeth, slowly pulling on it as I stared down at him. That was incredibly sexy.

We looked at each other, both of us had that look on our faces when we tried to hold in a laugh. We looked at each other's lips, then eyes. "Arya." He said, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I asked, looking at him. "I don't want you to date anyone else." He said.

My brows raised. "I want you all to myself." He said. "Peter, my dad-"

"Your dad can't be in control of your life anymore. You should decide for yourself." He said, pulling me even closer to him.

Our noses were almost touching. "What are you trying to say, Peter?" I asked.

He looked at me, taking a deep breath. "I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to be your boyfriend, I want to be your only." He said.

A smile formed on my lips. "You're asking me out?" I asked. "Please be mine, Arya Holmes." He said.

"Of course I want to be yours." I said, making him smile brightly. "Really?!" He asked. "Yes!" I said.

Before anything else could happen, he tightened the hold around me and kissed me. And this kiss was different than anything before. This was an emotional kiss. This kiss expressed all feelings I have for him.