You Me, A Place To Be

𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭-𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐬 | 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

There is something about waking up to someone snuggling closer to you. It doesn't matter that the sun isn't even up or that it's warmer and you're sweating because France sucks at air conditioning. The thing is, Peter really fucking hates waking up in the middle of the night, but he doesn't even care about that because Y/N is nuzzling into his chest and Peter's arms are around her and God. Peter wouldn't mind waking up in the middle of the night if it's to this.

They're both on their sides, facing each other. The problem - which isn't really a problem at all - is that Y/N isn't satisfied with having her body practically glued to Peter's. She keeps trying to shift closer and closer, like there's still space between them - which there wouldn't be if Y/N's arms weren't folded in front of her chest, hands under her chin.

Peter doesn't say anything because it's not like he's going to complain about Y/N wanting to cuddle him. But there comes a point in which Y/N's pushed him all the way to the left side of the bed and if there wasn't a wall there, Peter would definitely be on the floor by now.
Fluttering his eyes open, Peter shifts his head on the pillow so he'll be able to look at her - her hair, actually, since she's all folded in her own figure.

"Y/FI." Peter whispers. "If you wanted the bed all to yourself you could've just said it."

Y/N groans. "You're not close enough." She says, voice hoarse from having just woken up.

At her words, Peter lets out a laugh. "I don't think I can be any closer, love." But Y/N doesn't say anything back, just shifts forward again until Peter's really pressed against the wall.

Peter rolls his eyes, laughing. "Maybe if you turn around it'll be better." He says.

"No." He hears her say, voice coming out muffled.

"Okay, then." Peter raises his head. "What do you want, then?"

"You to hug me."

"But I am hugging you." He answers, tightening his arms around Y/N's torso and pulling her in.

"Not close enough." Y/N mumbles.

Peter laughs through his nose. "Move your hands, then."

"No."

Peter rolls his eyes again, letting out a sigh, but it doesn't sound like he's annoyed at all. "Are you cold?"

Quietly, Y/N stays still. It takes a moment for her to finally shift her head so she's looking up. She looks sleepy. "Just want you close." Is what she says, then, voice sounding quiet, barely even a whisper.

But it sounds weird. It doesn't sound like she wants Peter close just because she wants him close. It sounds like she wants Peter close because she feels like he isn't even there. At that, Peter frowns, but Y/N only catches a glimpse of his expression before she closes green eyes again, keeping her head shifted upwards.

Quietly, Peter unwraps his arm from her waist and reaches out for the strands of hair that are falling to her face. He takes a second, a little hesitant, like things were too good - like he doesn't want them to stop being that good. "Are you okay?" He asks after a second. But Y/N doesn't nod, she doesn't say anything. Instead, she just shifts her head down again, pushing herself into Peter's torso. At her answer - which honestly wouldn't really be considered an answer if he didn't know her -, Peter's frown deepens. His hand moves from Y/N's forehead to her hair to the back of her neck. "Talk to me." Peter says, sounding quieter than before. Y/N stays quiet, letting out a shaky sigh. It's then that Peter's heart races because, fuck. Now he's worried. His hand traces the way to Y/N's back, caressing it gently. "What happened, Y/N?" He asks again, but this time he just sounds worried and a little nervous.