Peter Parker Imagines

A Secret that is Mine to Keep

There are always those days when Peter is off saving somebody but every now and then, it so happens that I have to be the one going away.

"Y/n do you have to go?" Peter pouted as he held me for behind. His grip on my waist was tight expressing his adamant will for me to stay but not too tight that it hurt.

"I'm sorry Pete. You know I'm gonna miss you too but this is important to me and my family." I tried to say without giggling. This clingy side of him always made me feel reassured about our relationship, especially since Peter was away quite often.

"I know. I just don't want to let you go." He mumbled as he rested his head on my shoulder. I could feel his toned body pressing against mine and his warmth was seeping into my back.

I chuckled and turned around in his arms. I reposed my arms on his shoulders and his wrapped around my waist once more.

"You can survive without me for two days. Just this one weekend and everything goes back to normal." I smiled at him softly, my dimples forming on the sides of my mouth.

"Okay." He whispered with a small pout and placed his lips on my forehead. His lips stayed there for a few seconds and even after they were gone, I could feel the lingering tingle they always left behind.

I looked up into his eyes admiring the soft whiskey brown, something about those eyes always made me feel calmer. We both enjoyed our last few minutes in a comfortable silence savouring each other's presence. It wasn't like I was going that far but our bond was special and this was deemed appropriate for a goodbye.

My father called my name from downstairs. "I'm coming!" I replied but didn't look away from his eyes.

We both leaned in at the same moment and shared a slow but passionate kiss before reluctantly pulling away. Peter kissed my cheek and hugged me nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck and I moved so that my fingers could lace into the soft hair at his nape. He sighed at my touch and kissed my neck before pulling away.

"Take care baby and whenever you can, text me." He whispered still pouting slighty, he pecked my lips one last time and hurried away to my bedroom window. Before he climbed out, he turned to say one last thing with a brilliant smile playing on his lips, "Have fun Y/n, squish their little cheeks for me."

I giggled and nodded as he took his leave. It would be an understatement if I said my heart was fluttering but after so long being with Peter I had gotten used to the fact that that was indissoluble. He closed the window to my fire escape and shot me one last boyish grin then turned and disappeared from sight.

I took my backpack and ran down the stairs, my limbs feeling like they needed to flail around due to my excessive jubilance which stemmed from Peter. I felt like I was beaming as my parents observed with consternation, my strange behavior. After all, we were merely visiting our cousins one state over, most of which were much younger than I and I may have delayed our departure a bit.

I hopped into the backseat of the car and looked out of my window. There he was sitting on the railing of the fire escape, a silly grin playing on his lips. It felt incredible keeping such a thrilling secret, from my parents and from the world. He was mine and I was his.