𝙷𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛// 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝘖𝘊

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟺

Lilah's POV

I was slightly frantic at what Peter had done for me. Why on earth would he be stupid enough to do that!

I rifled through his kitchen cabinets, taking out as many medical supplies as I found, and was slightly frustrated at his state.

His apartment was smaller than mine. We had entered into what seemed to be his kitchen/living area, while a bedroom and bathroom had their own doors out of the kitchen.

Bandages, rags, and rubbing alcohol in hand, I walked back over to Peter.

He had taken his mask off and was leaning against the back of the couch. I reached toward the slightly damp place on his right abdomen.

From familiarity, I knew it was blood.

I bent down, removed his hand, and examined the wound. He was right, the bullets had only grazed him, but there were two distinct places seeping blood.

All that would need to be done was to clean them and then dress the wounds.

"Take off your suit."

"E-excuse me?" I looked up at his face and saw a blush spread across it.

"Oh, stop it." I laughed at his expression, "I need to clean and wrap your waist."

His eyes were still trained on my face, but he started to remove the top portion of his suit. He slowly pulled his shoulders out of the neck as to not injure himself any further. He slipped his bare shoulders out, exposing his upper torso.

 I realized I still had my mask on from fighting. I had gotten too distracted with him getting hurt and trying to get to his apartment without hurting him even more.

I threw my mask onto the small, slightly messy, coffee table behind me. I turned back towards Peter and he had removed the upper part of his suit.

I felt the blush spread across my face before I could even try to stop it. I couldn't have even stopped it if I wanted to.

 I really should have kept my mask on.

His arms were much more muscular than what they seemed under his everyday clothes. I glanced down at his stomach. This was the worst situation I have could've EVER gotten into. 

I avoided my eyes and tried to focus on the problem at hand. I shot a web at one of his kitchen chairs and pulled it back. I caught it with a hand and sat down then I picked up the rags and rubbing alcohol. 

I looked at him and with a smirk, he was carefully examining my face. I ignored the smirk (and his sculpted body), "This is gonna sting, okay." He nodded but continued to stare at me. 

I poured some alcohol onto the rag and gently applied it to the first of the bullet grazes. I felt his midriff tense under my hands. I mumbled a small sorry and continued. 

I placed my left hand on his stomach to steady my right. I focused on the wounds and finished gently wiping them down. "Sit up and I'll wrap them." 

He shifted slowly on the couch and I unwrapped the new bandages. I passed my hands around him as I wound it tightly.

 I talked to him while I wrapped it, "Peter you didn't need to do that. I heal much faster than you do. I would've rather it hit me in the abdomen and then heal in less than a week."

I went to secure the bandage but was stopped by his hand grabbing mine. I looked into his eyes, "But then you would've been hurt, and I didn't want that to happen." 

"Thank you." I gave him a small smile. He returned one to me. His grip was still around my wrist, stopping me from moving anywhere. 

Our faces were extremely close, and I had just remembered that he was shirtless underneath me. He seemed to have remembered too, as his cheeks started to slightly blush, and then he glanced down at my lips. 

I knew exactly what was on his mind, but I was doing the same exact thing. I wasn't gonna close the space this time. I sat there, trapped from his hand, basically on top of him, he was shirtless, with a small smile on my face, just staring at him.

His eyes were a honey brown in this light, flaked with gold. Brown eyes had always been my favorite. 

His eyes flicked down to my lips and then once again up to my eyes. I quirked my head as a bigger smile grew on my face and I gave a small laugh. 

"Peter Parker, you don't have to be afraid to kiss me," I said in a low volume, but just loud enough for him to hear. 

A smile grew on his face, "I'm not." 

"Prove it." I looked at him and gave a teasing smile. His innocent smile turned into a mischievous one. 

Then he leaned in closer, connecting our lips. 

It wasn't sweet like on the rooftop earlier this evening, it was passionate. His lips moved fast against mine. The hand that was wrapped around my wrist moved up to cup my face. 

He tried to sit up and I pushed him back down. Murmuring against his lips I said, "Stay down. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

 I hovered over him, not wanting to accidentally put pressure on his wound and hurt him more. He moved his lips up to my ear, whispering, "Don't be afraid to hurt me." 

"Oh, so you're into that, huh?"

I felt a laugh come deep from his chest, but he continued to kiss me deeper. He moved his other hand to the back of my head and pulled my hair out of its ponytail. My hair tumbled down around my shoulders, curtaining the sides of my face. 

I lightly touched his chest, still worried that I'll hurt him. Suddenly, he picked me up and we had switched places. He was standing above me, while I was back against the couch. 

My hands were on his forearms while he stared down at me. He had a light smile on his face, "What did I just say?" 

"Peter, I'm trying to keep you safe."

"Yeah and so was I. Now we are even." I laughed as he leaned back down again and enveloped me in another kiss. 

All of my senses were overwhelmed. I could feel his touch, taste his sweet lips. 

He bit the tip of my lip and I made a small noise. I kissed him back harder, wanting him to be closer to me.

 I felt his chest silently waver. I could tell it was one from pain. I pulled away and stared up at him. 

His eyes were wide as he stayed above me. I quirked an eyebrow. I took two of my fingers and ran them up across his bare chest. "What did I tell you?" With each beat of the sentence, I ran my fingers up a step and then bopped his nose. 

I escaped from under his arms and stood up straight to look at him. He turned towards me with his eyebrows raised. 

 I walked around him and grabbed my mask off the table. I pulled it on and pulled my hood up. I sat down on the window sill and turned back around to see him. "Get some sleep, okay? And I don't want you swinging around and hurting yourself more." 

Surprisingly, he was leaning on the windowsill, arms straddling where I was sitting. "I didn't get hurt," He moved closer to me and pulled the bottom of my mask up. He leaned in and I shot him with a little web to close his mouth.

I laughed, "Yeah, and I don't have spider-powers." I heard him laugh through the small covering of webbing and he looked at me sassily. 

"Goodnight, Peter." I pecked him on the cheek and pulled my mask back down. I climbed out onto the wall and slowly closed the window. He waved as I swung off. 

"So stubborn."