So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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"Excuse me? Can I have a picture with you?" You both looked up to find a girl, big blue eyes and braces, standing there shyly.
Tom immediately lit up,"Of course, darling!" and scooted out of the booth to stand next to her. You watched him closely, how he turned on the charm and hugged her. She looked like she might cry. She thanked him and gave him another hug then left.
Tom sat back down, still smiling and ran a hand through his hair.
"She was lovely," he said.
You nodded and drained the rest of your glass. She was lovely. But that was just strange. You had no claim on him, of course, but it felt so intrusive.
"Does that happen a lot?" you asked.
He shrugged, "Not really."
"But it will, though. You're Spidey now," you said and gave him a gorgeous smile. And although it seemed gorgeous, underneath it, it said, Look at me, not them. I'm just as scared as her and only want to be yours. Only want to be his? Whoa there, partner. Yesterday, you basically told him to hit the road. Now, you want to be his? What if he doesn't want to be yours? Ouch. That wasn't something you'd even considered until now. You just assumed since he pursued you that you'd have to be the one to eventually end this, whatever it is. But...shit.
"Y/N?" Tom's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.
"Do you want to tell me more about this marriage?" His tone was gentle, like he didn't want to upset you.
You shook your head and flagged the waitress down. She returned shortly with four shots of whiskey. You picked up one, holding it in front of you.
"I do not want to talk about it, no," you threw you head back gulped, wincing at the burn.
"But," you put the glass upside down in front of you," I suppose it's only fair to you that I do."
You grabbed his knee underneath the table and gave it a squeeze, "But not tonight. I just got to see my Spider-Man come to life on screen. I'm on a high right now. Let's not ruin it."
"Your Spider-Man?" he wiggled his eyebrows at you, grinning.
"Not like that! Like MY Spider-Man. He's mine. He always will be," you stammered a bit, "Spider-Man, that is, not you." You took another shot and nodded at the two in front of him.
"Keep up, kid," you teased.
"I can keep up," he said grabbing his invisible lapel and sticking his jaw out, "I'm English and we never, never, never give up!"
"Is that supposed to be Churchill?" you burst out laughing, "Stick to Peter Parker, ok?"
He grinned and took his shot, licking his lips and looked at you.
"Oh ok, whatever you say, Y/N" he said in the most perfect Queens accent and nodded his head sheepishly.
Girlfriend was not ready for that. You were seated in front of Peter Fucking Parker and suddenly the realization of everything sunk in. This guy was phenomenal and being with him was going to be something extraordinary. Maybe it was the whiskey or maybe it was the full-on Parker he sprung on you, but you were certain that you wanted to come along for the ride. If he'd have you, of course.
"Take me home, Tiger," you said seductively.
"Yes, ma'am," he jumped out of his seat and presented his arm to you. You pulled yourself up and leaned right in to kiss him deliciously. He met your kiss with excitement, placing his hands on your hips and giving them a squeeze. Having his hands on you always sent searing pleasure through your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave his bottom lip a little nip. You wanted him right then and there, and he was certainly ready from what you could feel.
Tom growled in your ear, "Let's go, babe," and dragged you out the door. He hailed a cab and slid into the back seat with you. Your hand found his thigh and you stroked it playfully, watching him try to keep a straight face as the cabbie prattled on. His ears were blushing red and he kept shooing your hand away. When he shooed again, you caught his hand and placed it under your skirt. His eyes grew wide and he gulped. You enjoyed torturing him so much that you continued to do it all the way home, all the while thinking, I'm totally going to bang Spider-Man tonight.
