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Gwen POV
My heart was in my throat as I waited for Peter to say something- anything- and maybe that could explain why my heart beat was thundering like it was on surround sound in my ears.
I mentally cursed myself for speaking first, "So, how do you- I mean- I don't know... uh... where does that put us?"
He ran a hand over his face like he was trying to rub his facial features off, "I'm really not sure..."
At this I got up. I wasn't going to wait around as he told me that he was completely over me. Because that was a possibility. I mean sure it had only been a week, but at the same time oh my gosh, it had been a week. So much could happen in one day, imagine seven. Yup, I had almost convinced myself, he was so over me.
"But," he rose with me. He tugged my sleeve to bring me closer to him. His whisper was hot on my skin, "I'd like to start here."
He kissed my jaw making my breathe come in sharp and shallow.
"Or," he rasped, "here..." his mouth made a trail of kisses to my neck.
I barely suppressed a moan, or at least I thought I did. I faintly heard it, startled a little by the sound of pleasure and frustration that escaped my lips. He laughed against me. I knew that at the moment he was really all I wanted. He had to leave though. I had to stay strong. I was no longer a naive little girl anymore. I was almost a grown woman and I couldn't have him manipulating me in such ways. I had to pull away and tell him, "You should be going."
His playful smirk dropped as he took in my own facial expression that I had schooled into something, firm and no nonsense.
"Gwen, c'mon..."
"No. Peter it's really late. Actually... early. You need to go. We're not doing this now." I stepped closer trying to usher him out.
"So... later then...?" his boyish smile dared to make me melt. But no. I wouldn't.
"Goodbye, Peter."
Peter POV
I could barely think as I pulled away from Gwen. She told me reluctantly that the sun would rise soon, and that I should be getting home. I grabbed my mask, and clumsily made my way to the window. I was still foggy from being in such close proximity with her.
The cold wind hit my face as I swung through the air and brought me back to reality. I was going home. Yes, that was what I was doing. I was slowly regaining my mind which pretty much left me every time I kissed her. I hated and loved how intoxicated I felt after being with her.
I landed close to home and pulled my regular clothes over my suit, and walked home. I tried to be as silent as possible as I opened the door. I could just barely hear the click of the lock. I slipped inbetween the door and the doorway. I had cleared the kitchen and the downstairs hall. I was just pulling down my hood, my hand on the knob of my door when I heard my name.
Crap.
Gwen POV
I was really trying to listen to Ms. Matthews. Personally I thought my effort was commendable, but with Peter so darn close it was a little hard. See it was easy for me to pretend that I was over him until I found myself sitting behind him staring at his broad shoulders. Ugh. His shoulders. They were just so great. They were muscular and broad and perfect to lean on when you were watching a movie. Perfect for hiding your face when said movie got scary. And I knew. From experience. I also knew how incredible they looked attached to his actual body, his strapping chest. The same chest that was covered in those cuts from last night. That chest that, wasn't too muscular and beefy but lean and defined from punching bad guys and swinging through the city and... I wondered if he lifted cause it sure-
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Me & Gwen Stacy
FanfictionMonths after Peter promises Officer Stacy he'd keep Gwen out of the picture, he's having doubts. He can't get Gwen off of his mind. He never could. Now he knows he can't keep it all up without her. The story of them getting back together. {lovely co...