Peter Parker x Reader

Why I Love Him

Gray clouds darkened the sky, sending pouring rain down the city of New York. The rainfall turned dust into thick mud and turned brisk autumn air into cold winter chill as the growing storm scattered its howling winds across the city.

You watched how people outside were retreating for shelter as the bad weather started getting even worse. Then there was Peter, the last to escape the afternoon showers as he was more concerned with others' safety over his own. He was securing the neighborhood and ensuring that everyone made it inside before returning home to your shared apartment.

When he finally made it home, he was soaked through, dripping with water as he ducked into the apartment window. He greeted you with a smile as he slipped his suit off and then he shook out his wet mask.

"Guess we're stuck inside today," Peter said, draping his suit over a chair. He turned to you, biting his bottom lip as he pulled a shirt over his head. "Just me and you under a warm blanket, I can't complain."

"But first, you need to dry off before you catch a cold," you said.

You turned your back to Peter, bending down to grab a clean cloth to help your soggy beau dry off. No sooner than you had reached for the cloth, a small pinch against your waist made you spring up.

You heard Peter mumble, "Cute butt," under his breath as you turned to face him.

He quickly grabbed you by the hips and pulled you in close. He kissed your forehead and each of your cheeks before planting several quick pecks against your lips. Water droplets dripped against your skin as he buried his face into your neck and tightly embraced you.

"Body heat is the best way to get dry," he said.

You could feel him smirking as his lips glided across your neck and you giggled.

"Pete, stop. You're getting water everywhere."

"Sorry, I'm just really happy to see you." He let go of you and took a step back, gazing at you with a soft smile for a moment. His tender expression turned into a playful grin as his grasp found its way back to your body, maneuvering around the curves of your hips and waist. "And it's really hard to keep my hands to myself."

You placed the cloth over his head and gave his hair a good ruffle.

"Why do I love you?" you asked jokingly, merely a rhetorical question, one you already knew the answer to and reflected on quite often.

It was his eyes, brown and warm, that gazed at you with genuine interest and attraction, absorbing every subtle detail of you. The eyes that, in a single glance, could see through any built-up façade and right into your most intimate emotions. The endless pools of deep umber that if stared into for long enough, you could see your truest self reflected in them. The special glint in his irises was reserved for you and you alone. You were there, standing unrivaled and sparkling like precious sapphire.

Down from the eyes was the nose, sculpted by the most careful artist, that always seemed to find its way into your hair. 

It was the fair skin that was infused with sunlight, soft and glowing like fresh sunflowers, gliding against yours. It was the skin that wrapped the fingertips that always longed to touch you, hold you, pull you close, and stick to you like glue.

Then it was his lips, tender like rose petals, showering you equally in kisses and romantic words of affection. The phrases, "I love you" and "I need you" never sounded more melodious than when uttered by such a mouth. His lips were the receivers of kisses, sharer of dreams, hiding place for secret smiles and tongues in teeth, the mouthpiece of his love.

Every inch of his body personified a piece of your heart and his very physicality exemplified his love for you.

Peter took a pause from drying himself and looked at you thoughtfully.

"I'm not really sure but I'm thankful you do," Peter said with a small sigh. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders. He leaned in, grazing your earlobe with his lips, and whispered. "But I do know why I love you."

"I know, babe...I know."