Return to Me 3 (Peter Parker/Spider-Man X Reader)

Part 1

The sun poured through the window next to the bed in the little apartment that belonged to the Parkers in Queens. You opened your eyes slowly, enjoying the feel of the sun on your face. Your head was resting on your husband's bare chest, his breathing even and steady, indicating that he was still in a deep sleep. It had been a long night for Peter, he hadn't joined you in bed until nearly 3 am and had been so exhausted that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. The first anniversary of your wedding was in a few days. You smiled to yourself, so thankful for your marriage to Peter. He was a wonderful husband, the perfect balance of compassionate leadership that you needed. He loved you deeply, every aspect of you. Your intimacy with each other reached far beyond just physical. Marriage was a lot of work, a lot of bending and giving to the other person, but the benefit far outweighed the cost. You carefully moved your hand down his chest, allowing it to rest on his stomach for a moment before glancing at the clock on the bedside table, 7:12 am it read. You didn't need to be up until 7:30 but you knew that you weren't going to be able to go back to sleep at this rate. You shifted in bed a bit to look at Peter's face. His face was peaceful as he slept, and more handsome than ever. His square jaw was relaxed, and his brown curls fell across his forehead in a very attractive manner. It made you chuckle that he could be out "hero-ing" until nearly 3 am, come home, shower, and fall into bed with nothing but his boxer briefs on and still manage to look so amazingly attractive while he slept. Meanwhile, you had taken the time to wash and comb your hair, put on a silk nightgown, and go to bed at a reasonable time and still managed to wake up looking like the bride of Frankenstein. You listened to Peter's heartbeat, strong and steady, just like him. You didn't want to wake him, so you carefully got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom. You had taken the time the night before to put your clothes in the bathroom so that you wouldn't need to open the squeaky chest of drawers next to the bed. You removed your nightgown and hung it on a hook on the back of the bathroom door and began getting dressed. Grabbing your toothbrush, you decided to leave your shirt off for a moment to not get any toothpaste on it. You studied your face in the mirror as you brushed your teeth. As you leaned over to spit into the sink, you felt a hand poke you in the side. Screaming, you whipped your head around and instinctively threw the toothbrush in the direction that the touch had come from. No one was there, but you heard a familiar chuckle. Peter was clinging to the ceiling, still only in his boxers, taking in the sight of his beautiful wife.

"Peter Parker!" you groaned, annoyed but still laughing. "What on earth do you think you're doing? You scared the daylights out of me!" You playfully smacked his bare chest as he jumped down beside you and then you turned back toward the mirror. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and teasingly kissed your neck.

"I couldn't help it," he said between kisses, "my beautiful wife, just standing here, with no shirt on, what was I supposed to do?" he whined.

"I don't know, maybe 'Good morning, Y/N, how are you today? You're looking beautiful, as always?'" you replied, winking in the mirror at him.

"Good morning, Y/N, how are you today? You're looking utterly captivating, my love," Peter said, nearly making you swoon as his hands explored the curves of your torso. You leaned back into his body, smiling contentedly at him in the mirror.

"I love you, Peter Parker," you said, turning to look at him, love in your eyes.

"I love you too, Y/N Parker," he said, planting a kiss on your lips tenderly. After a moment, he released you and took a step back into the hallway.

"You don't have to be up until 11 today, why don't you go back to bed and get some rest?" you asked, noticing a yawn escape Peter's lips as he leaned up against the wall. He was so handsome, even in his sleepy state. Some laughter had returned to his eyes recently. They were a beautiful chocolate brown, deep and full of life. He had somehow gotten even more fit in the year since your marriage. His muscles were cut deep, sharp angles decorating his torso, arms, and legs. Sometimes you couldn't believe someone so good looking existed. Peter was everything that you had ever hoped for in a husband. He was so gentle and kind and caring, but also a strong leader, trustworthy, accountable, and loyal. Peter was home to you. You could be anywhere in the world, but you were always home if you were with him. He had this amazing ability to know exactly what you needed, whether it was a calming hug, a kind word, or a kick in the pants to get going. He wanted to spend every waking moment with you, but still supported your individualism and freedom. The two of you had your arguments, it was to be expected with two strong personalities, but your faith in each other and love for one another never wavered. Even when it was difficult, you were both willing to bend and compromise to make your marriage work.