Along Came A Spidey

CHAPTER 17

P.S: I've made Peter's birthday 1st June. Guess who's actual birthday it is? Hint: he has a frog in his mouth. This will contain 3 milestones of any relationship. 

A. Warning: A rating. Well, it's not graphic at all but the scenes leading up to it might be weird for our cootie sensitive viewers. Sort of awkward, non descriptive, only dialogue.

Month: May

We were in Peter's room, doing homework. The new term had started and the works were so goddamn hard. I was hopeless at Chem and Math while he was almost as bad at English. So, we were helping each other study. And  we weren't doing anything else, contrary to the fact that Aunt May kept checking on us every 15 minutes to make sure we were not...you know.

"I still can't believe you don't like Star Wars." Peter suddenly said.

I groaned. "Babe, we have this argument almost every week. Some people are just more in Star Trek. And I never said I don't like Star Wars, I'm just not that interested in it. I watched all of them with you. If I didn't like it, I wouldn't have watched it." This was the most repetitive and annoying disagreement we ever had. ST or SW?

"But it's a classic..." He mumbled.

"Read your Shakespeare. You don't wanna flunk out of English, do you?" I asked, effectively shutting him up.

After a while(and Aunt May popping in again) I broke the silence. 

"Peter?" I asked.

"Huh." He didn't even look up. I got annoyed.

"Peter." I said again.

"Yeah." Still not looking up.

"PETER!" I yelled.

He finally looked up. "What!?" He glared at me.

"Hi.." I murmured. I knew that would really kill his calm mood.

"You gotta be kidding me..Focus on your Trig." He deadpanned.

"Oh, I am kidding. And I don't wanna. I actually wanted to ask you something. We've been dating a little more than five months."

"That's not a question." He muttered and closed his book, finally realising I would not let him concentrate till I finished my talk.

"I'm getting to it! Can I wear your onesie?" I asked in a please please way.

"It's not a onesie! It's a very high tech suit manufactured by .." He cried. Not actually. Just sort of said in a high voice.

"I know, Peter. So, can I?" Say yes, say yes, say yes.

His face gave me the answer. "Hon, I don't mind you wearing it. But after the last time Tony took it to improve it, he gave a sort of precaution in case anyone but me found the suit and decided to wear it. Karen will fry him/her. I said it was a bad idea but he didn't listen." He looked upset.

I couldn't be mad about that.

"Oh, okay.....then like in the comics, shouldn't the Saviour of New York City and his...well not damsel in distress..." I thought " damsel of sarcasm and kisses have an iconic kiss? You know, like the ones in movies where one kiss is 'it' for the couple.." I licked my lips, after biting them.

He almost fell off the  bed.

"Wha-what?" He asked quietly. Like he couldn't believe what I'd said.

Peter's POV~

I couldn't believe what she had just said. We'd kissed plenty of times, yeah but a..a ...a kiss like what she was suggesting? With me as Spider-Man?