Loving Stranger (Strange Date Peternoic x Reader)

Second Date

(Y/N)  was woken by the feeling of the bed dipping slightly as someone sat beside you, and the feeling of someone's hand on your face. Frozen for a split second, sleepy and confused, (Y/N)  wondered who the hand belonged to, before a familiar voice answered your question.

"Morning gorgeous" Peter spoke softly, his hand pushing some of your messy hair out of your face and towards the soft pillow behind you.

He leaned in and lightly kissed your lips, before pulling away again, his body tilted slightly and hovering above yours.

"Hello" (Y/N) smiled sleepily, opening your eyes slowly.

"(Y/N)  ever gonna get out of bed?" Peter laughed, "It's like half past twelve (Y/N)  know."

"I'll just stay here" (Y/N)  answered, rolling over and pulling the duvet up to your face.

"I'll pull the duvet off you" He threatened, grabbing the corner of the white sheets.

"Don't you dare" (Y/N)  snuggled into the covers more, "I'll actually start a fight."

"Will you?" Peter laughed.

"Yep" (Y/N) giggled, rolling onto your back so you could see Peter again.

"Can I have a kiss?" (Y/N) asked, grinning.

He leaned in and kissed you, his hand resting on the side of your face.

Your lips disconnected, and he pulled away, but (Y/N) kept her hands firmly on the back of his neck, "No, a proper one."

He laughed and leaned back in, his lips connecting with yours once again, but this time with more force.

His tongue entered your mouth and his hand moved slightly to pull your head up to meet his, his other hand beside (Y/N) on the bed, propping himself up.

Your hands were positioned on the back of his head, slowly running your fingers through his soft hair. When he finally pulled away, you both smiled.

"Will you get up now?" He smiled.

"Okay" (Y/N) answered quietly, returning the smile as he lifted himself off the bed and made towards the door leading to the hall.

"By the way, put some nice clothes on, I got a surprise for you." He smirked before exiting the room.

(Y/N) smiled to yourself, running your hands through your hair before getting up.

"Okay, this is perfect!" (Y/N) said to yourself while checking outfit I the mirror.

(Y/N) and Peter were off out for dinner. A formal dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant, meaning Peter had to dress posh. He wore a tuxedo with a little bow tie (all black) and was staring at myself in the mirror realizing how humiliating he looked.

She was beautiful. Standing outside the door, Peter watching her stroking at her long raven hair, while softly brushing at dress. In his eyes she was beautiful. Perfect, even. He considered himself lucky to know her, to see her.

"(Y/N) wonder where he was going to take her." Lost in thought Peter came in to the room.

"You look beautiful." He said hugging you from the back.

"Ready" he said with a smirk

"As I'll ever be." You replied.

Anyway, we arrived, and the waiter led us to our reserved booth and started to speak Italian. Of course, I didn't know what this idiot was saying, I only really speak English and Spanish.

Well anyway, as this freak kept going on and on (he knew I didn't know what he said at all, Peter said the look on my face was priceless) he suddenly stopped and smiled at us both then walked away.

"God, I thought he'd never stop." I sighed, slouching down, and tugging at my dress. "Heh, well, all I got out of that was something about ordering. So, we should choose what we want." Peter smiled at me and passed me a menu.

I started to notice that (Y/N) wouldn't stop gazing at me so I started to gaze into her beautiful eyes.

Then that damn waiter came back and stole our moment of fixation on each other. "Ready to order?" He said, walking to my table, and holding a notepad and a pen. "Yes, I'll have the Pasta Surprise and a cup of coffee, please." As he scribbled down my order, he asked "would you like our traditional coffee?" "Sure." I said, closing the menu, and putting it back where it was from. Peter ordered and after he left to go to the next table.

After the dinner you head straight to the bathroom thinking that the food didn't settle with you.