Spidey and the Iron Girl: Vol. 2

#11: Friendly Is a Strong Word

The inside of Peter's dorm looked exactly like how Collin expected it would.

"You're such a dork," She murmured. The words were kind of muffled, though, because he currently had her pinned to the bed with his tongue in her mouth.

"Hey, liking Star Wars is cool now," He protested, slipping his hands under her as she arched her back so their bodies slid against each other. He'd had a few delays after his internship-- a couple of muggings he had to intervene in-- and Collin had been busy on campus, first with her extracurriculars and then working out at the campus gym. The black spandex shorts and sports bra she'd shown up in had driven him a little crazy, thus their current position.

"That's what all the nerds keep telling me, but I don't know..." Collin teased, her hands slipping down to grab his ass. He chuckled, pushing his hips against her as she parted her legs for him. The man literally had a poster of Obi Wan Kenobi next to one of the periodic table, and another of Madame Curie on his wall. The whole dorm was just covered in Peter's nerdiness. It was actually very cozy.

"If I'm such a nerd, then why'd you tell the professor we were dating earlier today?" Peter pointed out, twining his fingers into hers to pull her hands over her head as he kissed down her neck.

"Good question," She breathed. Peter stopped his ministrations and gave her a look as her eyes fluttered back open. She smirked at him and kissed him on the lips. "You may be a nerd, Peter, but you also turn me on so, so, so much..."

"Fuck," Peter rutted against her again, her moans tickling his lips. He was dating Collin Stark, who would have ever predicted that...? "Maybe you should take these shorts off..."

"Peter Parker! Only five minutes in and you already want me out of my clothes?" Collin admonished, pushing him over to get on top. Despite her teasing, she was already reaching for the hem of her sports bra when her phone started to ring. "Oops, one second..."

She rolled off of him to dig in her purse and picked it up without looking at the name.

"Go for Collin Stark," She greeted whoever it was. She wanted this to be an extremely brief conversation so she could get back to what she was doing with Peter--.

"Where are you?" Her father's voice cut through her happy haze.

"Dad?" She squeaked. Peter sat straight up in bed, eyes wide.

"Mr. Stark?" He mouthed incredulously.

"No, it's my other dad," Collin mouthed back sarcastically, before returning her attention back to the phone call. "Hey, Dad, what's up...?"

"Answer the question, Collin," Tony insisted.

"I'm at my dorm, Dad, Jesus. What crawled it's way up your--?"

"You mean the dorm I'm sitting in right now?" He replied. Collin's eyes widened.

"I meant... the coffee shop by my dorm..." She covered up quickly. "I just finished up at the gym and I was going to head up now."

"Right. Well, get your ass up here," He instructed. "Now."

With a click the phone call ended. She looked at Peter, who'd heard everything.

"Mr. Stark is here?" He swung his legs over the edge of the bed as Collin started gathering her stuff.

"And he sounds pissed," She exhaled. "I'm really sorry, but I have to go--."

"Hey," Peter caught her by the hand. She froze where she was, not looking at him. He stepped closer, running his thumb over the soft skin of her palm. She finally looked up at him, blue eyes rounded with worry. "I'll see you later, right?"