Imagine: Boy Toy

Part 23: Underoos

"What's this from?" you lightly brushed your fingertip over a small scar on Tom's nose.

He scrunched his nose, "That tickles. From when I broke my nose in Colombia."

"Oh right," you yawned. It was close to midnight.

You both lied there, in your bed, him on his back, hands folded behind his head. You on your side, propped up on your elbow and resting your head on your palm. The blanket was in a crumpled pile by your feet. You didn't need it. It was steaming in here.

He glanced over at you, "Tired already?" he gave you a cheeky smile.

You laughed and rolled your eyes.

He turned onto his side, facing you and stroked your arm.

"When did you get this?" He asked running his fingers over your tattoo. Your skin prickled with goosebumps at his touch.

"When I was 18."

"Really? And you didn't have second thoughts or anything? I mean, it's awesome but it's not going away."

"I don't want him to go away. This way, he's always with me."

He brushed his fingers down your arm and to the small of your back, rubbing it in soft circles. It was so calming. You could easily fall asleep.

"What is it about Spider-Man?" He seemed genuinely interested. His eyes never left yours, that intense gaze he often gave.

You wrinkled your nose, embarrassed, "Umm.. it sounds so stupid when I try to explain it."

You've been asked this before and always ended up with the other person just looking at you oddly and nodding because they probably thought you were mental.

"It's not stupid. I'm just as big a fan as you. I may not have marked my body but I can attest to the Spider-Man sheets that spent many years on my bed," his laughed a little.

"That's the sexiest thing I've ever heard," you said in a deadpan tone. He laughed even harder.

"Come on...," he persisted, his hand still doing laps all over your curves.

You gathered your thoughts for a moment.

"Sometimes we do what's easy instead of what's right. But Peter, no matter how much it always came back to bite him in the ass, he never compromised. He always did what he thought was right, and everything he did was with good, solid intentions. He did his damnedest to help people."

Tom smiled and played with a bit of your hair that had fallen over you shoulder.

"You know what I did before I came here?" you continued, "I worked in immigration law. I just wanted to do what I could to help people. I wanted to stick up for the little guy. I've tried to live by Peter's principle, you know? Even when it seemed hopeless." You pulled the covers over you head, completely mortified now.

"Stop looking at me," you cringed.

Tom laughed, "Don't be like that," he said pulling the covers back, "I think it explains a lot about you. In fact, that's the most you've ever talked about yourself. You're a tough egg to crack."

"I know, I know," you looked over at him, "and yet you keep trying. I have no idea why."

Tom tilted his head and shot you a look, "Are you kidding? I have the resident Spider-Man expert in bed. Obviously, I'm doing research!"

You shoved him and he almost fell out of bed.

"Whoa!," he caught himself and sat up straight, with a startled look in his eyes.

"Not cool," he said laughing.

"You're such an dork," you giggled.

"A cute dork. Devastatingly handsome, with all the right moves," he corrected you.

"What kind of moves?", you pulled the covers over your mouth to hide your girlish smile.

There was something about him, wasn't there? Something that made you completely carefree and vulnerable. It frightened you, but my god, it also enticed you.

He pulled you to him and pressed his lips against yours.

"These moves," he said, then kissed his way down your neck, "And these moves, " he said again, and proceeded downwards. You closed your eyes and let him cover you with his mouth.

He looked back up at you and said, "If you call me Underoos' again, I may not be so gentle this time."

"Promises, promises," you smirked.