PARKER ⌁ peter p. imagines

strawberries

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You and Peter were lying in your bed, staring up at the ceiling in a comfortable silence.

"Did you eat fruit today?" He asks out of the blue, eyes still glued to the roof.

You turned onto your side to face him, laughing.
"What?"

"Your lips taste like strawberries. Or pineapple?" He scrunched up his nose in thought. "One of those."

You cocked an eyebrow.
"Is that good or bad?"

He propped himself in a plank like-position over your body, leaning down to give you a kiss. He licked his lips after, a look of wonderment upon his face. "Definitely good." Peter admired you as another laugh escaped your lips.

You noticed him smiling at you and looked up at him with a questioning face. "What?"

Peter shook his head, still smiling. "Nothing." He rolled back over to the side of the bed, laying his head down on the pillow.

You used your elbow to sit halfway up, not letting Peter get by without answering you. "What is it?" You asked again, hitting him playfully.

He smiled, looking down at his hands. "I just-" He paused, shrugging. "I just don't know how someone can be so pretty."

You didn't speak for a few seconds, worrying Peter, until you said, "That was the cheesiest shit I've ever heard." He threw his head back in embarrassment, using the pillow to cover his face. He yelled into it, making you let out a giggle. "It was cute though!"

He poked his head out, squinting. "Cute?" He asked, throwing the pillow on the ground. "That was cute?" He shook his head. "I'll show you cute." Peter abruptly pulled you to his body, causing you to let out a startled squeal. He wrapped an arm around your waist and you placed your head on his chest, and you snuggled into his sweater. He smelled amazing.

"Tell me this isn't cute."

You rolled your eyes, your smile not leaving your face. "Yes, it's cute Pete."

He smiled, satisfied with himself.

"Do you have anywhere to be?" You asked, hoping he'd say no.

He shook his head in response.
"Totally free today. Why?"

You sighed contently. "You smell really good, and you're really comfortable, so I'm planning on taking a nap."

Peter let out a laugh.
"I'm okay with that."

He smiled as your eyes fluttered shut and quickly fell asleep. The boy started to play with your hair, gazing at your peacefulness. "How are you real?" He whispered.

"I dunno because my strawberry lips are fake." You said without opening your eyes. Peter jumped, not expecting you to hear that, let alone respond. "But thanks. Now I know how in love with me you are." You grinned, opening one eye to see his unamused face.

He finally let out a chuckle and placed a kiss on your forehead. "Go to sleep, asshole."