𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨

Chapter 10

"Guess who's birthday it is today?" I said popping my head into Peter's doorway.

He was sleeping in his bed still wearing his clothes from yesterday. I rolled my eyes at him peacefully sleeping. By his appearance, I would say he just got in. Peter, what am I going to do with you? He should have been in bed all night not just getting in.

"Peter?" I sat down on the floor next to his bed. I didn't get an answer, but I wasn't planning on getting one. "Not again, Pete. Can you please wake up? I would like to see your beautiful greem eyes."

He opened an eye before stuffing his face in the pillow. I wish I didn't have to do this. I flopped on top of him making him groan.

"I'm tired. Go away, (Y/N)." He muttered.

I turned over on him resting my head on his shoulder. I sighed at him before I whispered in his ear. "I thought we could go on a date."

"Can't that be later? Like one or two?" He grumbled.

"Peter, wake up." I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck.

I felt him tense up at me before he replied, "No."

"Peter, it's my birthday." I told him.

"Well, (Y/N), I want you to lay here with me." Peter mumbled.

"But what about our date?" I asked.

He turned over opening his eyes finally. "Michelle said she'll bring your favorite food over around six." He said.

"You had this planned, didn't you?" I questioned already knowing the answer as I kissed his cheek.

"I'm a science geek. We're supposed to plan the outcome. That's the hypothesis." Peter said kissing my cheek in return.

"So, was your hypothesis that if you could pretend to be lazy, then I'll lay and cuddle with you?" I questioned.

He wrapped an arm around my waist. "You would be correct."

"Fine, but I want two meals of my favorite food." I said.

"She's bringing over three." Peter said.

I smiled before laying next to him on the bed. I laid my head in the crook of his neck. Peter kissed my head before bringing my body closer to him.

"Why are you not responding?" He kissed my neck.

"I- I- I am responding, Pete." I stuttered.

"Are you sure?" He continued to kiss my neck.

"Peteeeeer." I moaned out his name.

I swear I didn't plan on doing it. He just found my sweet spot when I was trying to counter his claim. I felt his lips turn into a smirk as I felt his teeth graze ever so slightly over my skin.

"Peteeer. What are you doinnnng?" I made out.

"What does it look like? I'm kissing your neck." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He got up from the bed and hovered over me. Why was I so looking forward for what he was going to do next? He placed his lips on my neck before finding my sweet spot very quickly. I moaned out his name when he started to suck on my neck.

"Peteeeeer, stoooooop." I moaned out.

"No." He said.

"Peteeeeeee, pleaaaaaaassssee." I said. "It's my birrrrrrrtttttthhhhddddaaaayyy."

"Don't pull the birthday card with me, (Y/N)." His teeth grazed my neck.

I hissed, "Peter."

"Fine." He took his mouth away from my neck and plopped down beside me.

"Don't pout, Peter." I told him.

"Yeah? Why?" Peter wondered.

"Because of this." I kissed him on the lips.

The kiss was long and slow, but we eventually broke a part before we did cuddle in his bed.

Okay, I have no idea where that was headed. It was supposed to be strictly fluff, but then the dirt in my mind overpowered the marshmallow of my imagination. I hope this was acceptable.