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You would be lying if you said you enjoyed being home alone. Something about the emptiness of your home and the boredom that came along with your family needing to go out without you just seemed to put you off a little. It's not the usual for a girl of your age to dislike being left at home alone but you were different that way and your family and friends didn't seem to mind your preference of having a full house.
For the next four and a half hours it's up to you to find a way to entertain yourself and Netflix just didn't feel like something that you were in the mood for. You huff in annoyance, pulling your boyfriend's shirt over your head. Pants were not really needed seeing as the shirt fell down your thighs and just covered your butt. The shirt smelled of Peter Parker and you relished in the scent that had very quickly become your favourite. It was a musky yet sweet scent that held traces of citrus and you had found yourself addicted to the smell since the very first time Peter had lent you his sweatshirt.
Calling Peter seemed like the only thing that could rid your boredom but you really did not want to bother him at this time. It was a struggle for you at times to be dating Spider-Man but it was something that you were willing to put up with if it meant that you and Peter could be together. And if anything, you've always been proud of him for all the good that he does for the city and the people around him.
Your eyes fall to your phone, the pitch black screen glimmering under your bedroom lights. A sigh falls from your lips as you avert your attention to the sketchbook on your lap, the pencil having fallen off and made it's way in between the ruffles in your bed sheets.
Art was sort of like a last resort for you when it came to finding something to do. You enjoyed drawing and painting but you've never thought you were good at it. In fact, you were pretty sure you sucked at art.
"Great," you mumble, "now I'll have to spend a bloody half hour looking for my pencil. At least it'll give me something to do."
"Do you always speak to yourself like that?"
You jump, a small yelp falling from your lips as you scramble to face the source of the noise. Spider-Man was shuffling around outside your window, pushing at it to open it enough so he could fit through. A blush rises to your cheeks, tinting your skin with a light pink. You shake your head sheepishly, your hair falling over your face.
You make your way to the window, opening it enough for Peter to enter your window with the smallest amount of effort possible. He stumbles a little bit as his feet touch the soft carpet of your bedroom floor, yanking his mask off of his head. A cheeky yet shy grin is plastered onto his face as his eyes roam your body unconsciously. You don't fail to notice the slight blush that kisses the skin on his face.
"Why are you wearing my shirt?" Peter blurts. Your eyes widen for a short second before you begin to mumble a short apology, reaching to remove it from your body. "Wait no–please don't take it off. It looks good on you."
You nod, hoping he doesn't notice the redness of your cheeks. He does, but all he does is bite his bottom lip to hold back a smirk.
"You seem flustered, sweetheart," he says. "what's wrong?"
"I'm bored, Peter. No one is home and I've finished all of my homework and there's nothing more for me to do," you explain, "I guess my boredom has just put me in a bad mood."
Peter chuckles, slinging his arm over your shoulder. He pulls you towards your bedroom door, dragging you into the living room and then out of your family's apartment. Peter leads you to the roof of the apartment building that both you and Peter live in, his arm still holding you close. He makes sure his mask is back on before he turns to face you.
Without saying a word Peter walks you to the edge of the building, his hold on you not once faltering. You peer over the edge, taking a cautious step back.
"Peter–"
"Do you trust me?" He asks, cutting you off before you even begin to protest. His voice is soft and calm, his free arm wrapping around you. He holds you tightly against him, the toned muscles of his abdomen pressing against you. You reply without a thought.
"Always."
And with that the two of you are swinging from one building to another, the city lights glowing beneath you as Peter shoots his webs. The wind flows through your hair and causes your eyes to water lightly but it doesn't make the smile on your face falter. Peter's grip on you doesn't weaken as he holds you safely against him.
You laugh loudly, a sense of freedom like nothing else flowing through your bloodstream. You feel Peter's chest vibrate as he chuckles. Peter always seemed to know how to make you happy and he always surprised you with his countless ways of doing so. It's almost impossible for either of you to not smile when you're together and that's always been noticed by the people who surround you.
Almost after an hour of swinging through Queens, Peter tenses, quickly heading back in the direction of your apartment building. You raise a worried eyebrow.
"What is it?"
"Something's not right. Spidey Senses are tingling," he mutters, "I'm taking you back home."
Once the two of you reach the roof where you had left from, Peter sets you down on your feet. He pulls his mask over his lips, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before he reaches to open the door that leads into the building. It doesn't open.
"I can't believe you got us locked out on the roof of our building, Parker," you giggle, placing your arms around his neck.
"Hey," he says, "at least I put a smile on your face. Totally worth it in my books."
"That's sweet, Peter. But how am I going to get back in now?'
"We'll try your window," he suggests, already helping you to the window to your bedroom.
Luckily enough, the window was left open. Peter helps you in, his strong hands preventing you from hurting yourself. You turn to him once you're inside.
"You really should be careful," he says, "it's not safe to leave your window open in the evening."
"I'll be more careful next time."
"I've got to head off, Princess." Peter mumbles, shifting away from your windows. His hand is glued to the side of his building, along with his feet. He really did resemble a spider. It almost made you giggle.
"I know," You sigh. You pull Peter's mask up to his nose, placing your lips softly and lovingly against his in a kiss that is way too short for Peter's liking.
"Please come home safe, Peter."
"Always."
A/N: I'll start formatting these like I do on my Tumblr but I'll leave out the irrelevant stuff lol.
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