You Me, A Place To Be

𝐝𝐢𝐱 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭 | 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

Today, Peter wakes up to the smell of strawberries - and to the sound of an alarm that isn't his. He doesn't open his eyes, but he furrows his eyebrows, groaning when he feels the body that was keeping him warm leaving his arms just enough to turn the alarm off. But he doesn't need to complain for long because she's back in his arms in no time.

Peter feels Y/N touching his hand and holding inside her own, bringing it close to her face and nuzzling into Peter's skin. Y/N is warm, like she's always been and, God, does it feel good not to wake up to an empty bed.

He opens his eyes just a little, enough to see that the room is still dark. Jesus, Peter had forgotten Y/N wakes up at literally 04:45. But he doesn't feel ready to let her go just yet, so he leans his head forward, taking in the smell of Y/N's shampoo.

"Gotta get ready." He hears her say, voice raspy from having just woken up. "But I don't wanna."

Peter pulls her closer, shifting her head and nuzzling into the back of Y/N's neck, leaving a soft kiss on the skin there. "What happened to us being bosses?"

At that, he hears Y/N giggle. "Works just when I'm at your place." She says, moving her body backwards even more - as if it even is possible - so their bodies are attached.

Sadly, apparently Y/N only sleeps naked when she's by herself. Peter does get lucky though because, before lying in bed, he removed his shirt and she's in a bralette. Which, honestly, isn't exactly what Peter wanted, but, well, better than sleeping with even more layers between them.
Peter lets out a laugh, warm breath hitting Y/N's neck. "I see..." He says.

"D'you think Éliot will get mad if I don't go?" Y/N asks him.

Peter laughs, raising his head a bit to press another kiss to Y/N's skin - this time, on the side of her neck. He can feel Y/N shiver. "I don't know, will he?"

At his useless help in form of a question, Y/N groans, pulling Peter's right arm - the one that's over her torso - even more. She presses a kiss to Peter's open palm. "Don't wanna go." She says into the skin there.

Peter feels himself smiling. Neither does Peter want to let her go. In all honesty, they should just stay in this bed - which is very comfortable and warm - for the rest of their lives.

"Don't go." Peter tells her.

"I can't." Y/N says back and Peter can't see her face, but he knows she's definitely pouting. At that, Peter stays quiet. He closes his eyes again, focusing on Y/N's touch and on the warmth that is keeping his skin hot. Peter moves his legs, bending his knees and pressing against the back of Y/N's own - which are already bent. Peter definitely needs to come around more often.

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Flashback

Peter needs to get ready. Like, no joke. It's already thirty minutes past the time he should've gotten up so he could have breakfast.
All his alarms have already rang - the last one being forty-five minutes ago. But Peter turned all of them off because Y/N is fast asleep and he, honestly, doesn't feel like leaving this bed anytime soon. Maybe Peter could miss school.

And Peter knows all damn well that it's a fifteen minute drive to his university and he has about twenty to twenty five minutes to get ready - and he also knows that he's definitely not having any time to have breakfast.