Impossible- Peter Parker x Y/N

Chapter Three: A Cold Draft

You must have fallen asleep halfway through the movie, because you woke up in bed.

You were freezing.

It's really cold for some reason, but your back is warm.

Speaking of which, you can feel something warm wrapped around you too. And that same warmth is slowly rubbing your arm.

It's Peter.

You just know it.

He's all snuggled into you, with his arms around your waist, gently rubbing your arm, trying to warm you up.

His legs were intertwined with your own, and he had his face practically buried in your hair, what you guess is probably his lips lightly touching the back of your neck.

Honestly, you didn't want him to let go.

But that didn't mean you liked him. No. Not at all.

You move a little, trying to get more comfortable, and Peter whispered in your ear...

"Sleep well?"

You didn't respond, not even bothering to nod or shake your head.

Peter sighed, his warm breath hitting the back of your neck, and you felt your face heat up a little.

"Are you just tired, or ignoring me.?"

For some reason, you decided to turn round and face him.

"Tired."

You mumbled..

"Hey Y/N? Why are you blushing.?"

He teased, and you turned back around, refusing to face him anymore.

You felt your face flush again.

Obviously, you refuse to tell him.

Peter snuggled a little closer to you.

You could feel his abs against your back..

His bare abs.

"I'm not."

You say confidently, trying to hide your face from him the best you could.

It didn't seem to work, however, as Peter just chucked.

"Right... definitely."

He said, in a teasing whisper that sent shivers up your spine.

Why was his voice so nice.?

No! You can't think like that. Your worst enemy is Spider-Man.

And Spider-Man is Peter Parker.

But maybe you didn't have to be his enemy.

Maybe something more friendly than that. Like just friends.

Or possibly more.

But, regardless of all that, you needed the bathroom.

So you just shoved Peter off of you, and headed into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you.

You did your business, and then just sat on the floor, trying to figure out what he was thinking when he was cuddling you.

Was Peter just trying to keep you warm?

Or was it meant to mean more than that.?

Was he only being nice?

Or did he like you..?

Your brain was overloaded with questions like these, just trying to figure out what the hell happened leading up to him cuddling up to you.

After a while, Peter knocked on the door...

"Y/N... it's been half an hour.. are you alright in there.?"

You got up off the floor, then unlocked and opened the bathroom door.

"Peter, I'm fine-"

His appearance took you by surprise. He was standing in the doorway, with only sweatpants on.

He had a really hot, muscular figure, and most prominent, a six pack.

You felt your face heat up a bit as you looked at him.

"Hey..."

Peter said, a bit awkwardly.

His dark eyes looked a bit red and puffy, like he had been crying...

"What were you even doing in there?"

He asked, putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Just thinking. That's all."

You replied. That was the complete truth.

"Are you sure you're alright.? You weren't doing anything in there, were you?"

Peter asked, saying the last part in a teasing tone with a little smirk.

You shake your head.

"I'm fine."

Peter smiled.

"Good. You still tired.? I know it's the middle of the night, but you don't have to go back to bed if you don't want to."

"We could just watch a movie or a TV show or something if you want.." he suggested.

Honestly, you weren't tired. You had slept less than three hours today, yet you felt quite well rested.

"Yeah. That would be nice."

You say, smiling at him.

And his face is a little pink.

You only just noticed.

"What are we gonna watch.?" you ask.

You and Peter spent over half an hour just trying to pick something to watch, before settling on watching The Conjuring.

It is an eighteen rated movie, but both of you are seventeen, so you should be alright.

You weren't scared at all, but Peter was, flinching with every teeny tiny jumps are that came up, and on one of the scarier ones, he even accidentally grabbed your hand.

You pulled your hand back.

You refused to let Peter hold your hand.

He looked too cute when he was scared.

Especially since he was still shaking a little.