ON HOLD
#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧
"Witnesses have made statements of seeing you with the wanted vigilante Spider-Man, so what we would like to know is whether or not these allegations are true."
"Half the city of New York has been seen with Spid...
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Isn't she adorable? Also, how do you guys like the new cover??
This chapter contains "some" mature themes. This chapter is dedicated to @gorillagrippusssy for sooooo many reasons including their username.
Warmth surrounded my entire body, the sounds of honking and early morning shouting being the only things jolting me out of my sleep.
The room's freezing, but Peter's warm body wrapped around me had me sweating almost everywhere. I haven't slept so good in such a long time. I don't even remember falling asleep, and I didn't wake up once throughout the night.
Wiping my hair out of my face, I slowly adjusted so I could turn to Peter and wake him up. Luckily, it's Sunday, and neither of us have anywhere to be that I'm aware of.
I silently rolled onto my other side, facing Peter's restful figure that somehow managed to remain tightly wrapped around my feeble frame.
I let out a loud sigh at the image before me; Peter's head planted firmly on his pillow, his eyes softly closed as his brows furrowed every now and then. His hair is ruffled to the max from sleep, and one arm is under his pillow supporting his head. The other is wrapped around my figure, his legs surrounding my bottom thigh, leaving my top leg to rest on top of his.
I scooted closer, my heart growing more and more fond of his peaceful face as I continue to stare at him.
His breaths are deep and consistent, letting me know that he's deep in bliss. I'm surprised he's not sweating with all of the body heat going on.
Looking at the nightstand behind his head, the clock reads twelve p.m. So it's not early morning, all of the honking and shouting is rush hour.
I haven't slept in like this since I was in high school.
I softly cleared my throat, trying to make sure I wouldn't wake Peter too abruptly from his sleep.
I scooted closer, his arm securing more firmly around my body and pulling me into his chest. I let out a quiet "oompf" noise as he did so, my cheeks flushing shades of red rapidly.
"Peter," I whispered, tapping a finger on his blazing hot chest. He groaned into my hair and then pulled his head on top of my own and squished it onto my scalp. His chin was almost digging into my head, making me scoot down and try and grow more comfortable.
"Peter," I whispered again, a little louder now as I shook his arm.
He let out another groan, followed by an exaggerated snore. Shit.
I sighed loudly, scooting further down to try and escape the bed, moving my legs to try and shimmy them away from his tight grasp on my body. I lifted my knee stuck between his thighs slightly, but his thighs clenched harder against my own.
