𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓 (X-Men ~ Peter Maximoff)

Weekend

Jennifer woke at around eight o'clock as sunlight streamed through the thin curtains that hung above the window, illuminating the dust that floated through the old room. Peter was pressed up against her side, arm draped around her torso as his head was buried into the side of her neck, nose pressed firmly into the pillow. She had been running her free hand through his hair since she realised she wasn't going to get back to sleep about two hours ago, finding peace and solace in the repetitive motion, feeling the sleek strands of his silver hair glide between her fingertips. 

Peter hadn't stirred once since Jennifer had been awake, absolutely shattered from running two hundred miles last night. She was pretty sure he would sleep through anything, and as the students started to stir and make noise, closing doors, talking and laughing, her suspicions proved to be true. He stayed sound asleep, making no evidence of being alive apart from the soft snores occasionally escaping him. 

It was close to ten o'clock when Jennifer figured she should get up and make sure the students stayed safe and didn't wreak any havoc. After all, that was what she was being paid to do - she reckoned Charles wouldn't be too happy if he knew she'd spent half the day in bed . As carefully as she could, Jennifer shimmied her way off the bed, taking a moment to readjust the covers over Peter before getting herself ready for the day.

She left the curtains pulled over the window as she got changed and crept into the bathroom, hoping it would help Peter sleep for a bit longer as the sun got brighter. It took Jennifer close to fifteen minutes to get herself sorted for the day ahead, and when she re-emerged into the bedroom it seemed as though Peter hadn't moved an inch since she had left the bed, and it looked like he wouldn't be getting up any time soon. She didn't blame him - if it hadn't been for the sun piercing through the gap in the blinds she happily would've stayed asleep. Nevertheless, Jennifer had a job to do, and she had already spent too long neglecting her responsibility.

Unlocking the door, Jennifer undid the chain clasped into the clip on the wall. In all honestly, she wasn't quite sure why a bedroom door in a school needed both a lock and a chain, but she still made sure both were secure each night, just in case. Hand around the doorknob, Jennifer made to leave, though her progress was hindered as she felt two arms snake around her waist.

"Where'd you think you're going?," Peter whispered into her ear, sleep hanging heavily on his voice. 

Jennifer couldn't help the smile creeping onto her lips. She turned in his arms until they were facing each other. She raised one hand to his hair, fiddling with tufts of Peter's hair that stuck upwards with pillow static. Lowering her gaze back down to his eyes, Jennifer sighed. "I have to work, Pete."

All she received in response was a tug closer, Peter resting his head on her shoulder. 

"Peteee," she moaned, knowing that one of the teachers would definitely let slip of her lateness to Charles and then she'd have to listen as he went on and on and on about how tardiness wasn't acceptable. "I need to go. You can go back to bed, and you can find me when you're actually awake." She gave him a nudge. "Go back to bed."

Peter yawned. "No, I'm awake now. Let's go together."

If Jennifer had learned anything in her many years of dating Peter Maximoff, it was that he was just as stubborn as she was. With this knowledge, she decided not to push back, and just play along instead. "Well, I think there might be a few complaints if you go out dressed like that."

Raising his head from her shoulder, Peter looked down at his shirtless chest and comic book sweatpants. Then he looked back up at Jennifer. "What's wrong with this?"

She couldn't tell if he was being serious or not, and in her silence as she made up her mind, Peter raised an eyebrow as a sly smirk formed on his face. "You weren't complaining about it a minute ago."