TELEKINETIC │ p.p

Chapter Twenty Eight

"Peter Parker!" Vanessa shouted as she entered his apartment. May softly chuckled in amusement from the kitchen, making sure to stay out of the girl's rage path. When she saw the smile on Vanessa's face, she felt her lips curl upward as well.

Out of the corner of her eye Vanessa saw May. She turned her attention to her, gave a small wave, then stormed into Peter's room. Peter, who was working on homework, smiled at his desk. He turned his attention to her, a smirk complimenting the questioning look on his face.

"Look," she seethed, moving her hair to the side and pulling her hoodie down enough to show off her bruised neck. "I don't own special FX makeup, you douche!" Peter couldn't hold in his laugh, which only angered the girl further. "I was asked about it all day today. Apparently the rain this morning washed off what I had covered it with." Peter tried to give her a look of sympathy but failed, bursting into another fit of laughter. "You're a fuckhead!" His laughter only intensified at her insult.

"I'm sorry," he finally spoke, sliding back from the desk on his roller chair. Vanessa cocked an eyebrow, her amused expression not going unnoticed. "You have an idea, I can tell, and I know what it is."

"You can fucking read minds too?" Vanessa questions. Peter chuckles, gesturing her over.

"Do your worst," he challenges, grabbing her hips, which meant she had to settle on his lap. He connected their lips, moving his hands up to her waist.

"But May's here," she said as they took a quick break, but Peter seemed to ignore her. "Peter, I'm serious." He huffs, moving her off of him.

"Vanessa's staying for dinner," Peter tells his aunt once she arrives in the hall after hearing her name be called. He smiles as he sees the flash of worry on her face, silently fist bumping as she excuses herself to run to the grocery store. Once he's sure May was out of the apartment, he shuts his door, smirking at Vanessa.

"You really want this," Vanessa chuckles, returning back to his lap as soon as he sat. "I'm just happy I get a home cooked meal again." Peter gives a low chuckle, shaking his head as well, then roughly collides their lips without warning. Vanessa pulled back, shocked. Peter fell back as well, confused. "You are not the rough type," Vanessa retorts. His eyes widen and he gestures to her neck. "I meant with kisses," she whimpers. "I like how gentle you are." He scoffs and tries again. This time, they stuck. Once Vanessa felt warmed up enough, she moved her kisses down to his jaw, which sent a low moan from his mouth, causing her to laugh.

"This isn't funny," Peter childishly scolds, his eyes still shut. Vanessa rolled her eyes, now moving to his neck. She left a trail of saliva, then blew on it, noticing Peter's hairs stand on end. She giggled, then went to work.

She sat back, mocking Peter as she admired her work. He grinned devilishly at her, asking how it looked. "It's a look," she replies. Her face brightens, shrieking with excitement, as she jumps off of him, grabs his hand, and tugs them into the bathroom. "We match now!" she exclaims, both examining their necks in the mirror. Peter smiled, pulling her into his side.

"You have makeup right?" Peter questions, noticing Vanessa's face pale in the reflection. "Nessa!" he whispers between his teeth.

"You were begging for me to do it!" she defends. Peter rolls his eyes and slips back into his room. Vanessa follows, trying her best to cover her own neck back up with her hair and hoodie. She turned her head, watching with amusement as Peter struggled to find something to cover his fresh love bites. "I can run down to the corner store quick and find some concealer, okay?"

"Okay," he huffs, still searching for something to wear. Vanessa chuckles, then rushes off to find concealer in his shade before May returns.

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The whole time at dinner Peter wouldn't make eye contact with May. Vanessa reached for his hand under the table, which he gladly took and squeezed.

"Are my eyes popping out of my head or something?" May finally spoke after having a long conversation with the two about normal things. Vanessa shook her head, squeezing Peter's hand, as if to tell him to say something. His eyes flickered over May's when he responded with a short no, then they returned back to staring at the tablecloth. "Why can't you keep a normal amount of eye contact with me then?"

"I don't know," Peter mumbles. Vanessa watches with anxiety ridden in her chest and stomach, begging Peter to stop acting weird. That would be their only downfall tonight, and could give away what they've been up to when unsupervised, which would lead to a painfully uncomfortable talk that they did not need. But May just huffs, deciding to ignore him as she deemed it as something to do with the male species.

"I'm gonna wash up," May speaks, clearly upset about the way her nephew was treating her. "You two can run off wherever."

"No," Vanessa interjected, "you cooked. We can clean up." May stared at her wide-eyed, shocked by both her offer and the assumption that she actually cooked the food before them, but Peter nodded in agreement.

"It's the least we can do." This time he made eye contact as he spoke, giving her a small smile. She nodded, allowing them to do as offered. She walked off into the living room, leaving the two to work.

"What the hell," Vanessa mumbled to Peter as they both brought the dishes and condiments into the kitchen from the table. Peter stood by Vanessa to dry the dishes she'd washed after putting away the refrigerated stuff, feeling ashamed.

"I can't look at her like I used to right now," Peter murmurs. "Not after my innocent title came crashing down." Vanessa looked over at him, her blank face now filled with concern. "She'd be disappointed in me for what we did."

"We're teenagers in a relationship, Peter," Vanessa replies quietly. "I think she'd understand, what with the hormones and changes in our bodies."

"But I've never been... like that before," he responds. "Once you were asleep last night, I immediately felt guilty as I caught a glimpse of what I did to your neck." Vanessa's eyes softened. "I'm a monster when I'm like.... that."

Vanessa set the dishes aside and grabbed the sides of Peter's face. He turned to her, a frown present on his face. "You're not a monster," she whispers. "You're normal, okay? It's normal to be a bit rough when... that's happening."

"A bit?" Peter shouted in a whisper. "I was more than rough!" He lets out a sigh, his face relaxing. "And I'm so sorry."

"Peter," Vanessa pouts, embracing him. He hugs back, kissing her forehead. "Maybe we are moving too fast, ya know? I don't want you to feel like this or any other way similar whenever we do something."

"No," Peter retorts. "We're moving at our own pace, and I prefer it this way. I don't want all that slow bullshit that leads up to what we have already." Vanessa sighs, pulling her head back so she could look up at Peter. "I know we were destined to be with each other, and I just want us to move at whatever speed we feel comfortable with."

"Me too," Vanessa responds.

"Do you feel uncomfortable with our fast pace?" Peter questions. Vanessa shakes her head with an amused grin, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

"Let's finish cleaning up, okay?" she speaks, brushing back his hair as they pulled away. He nods, doing as told.

"By the way, May didn't cook," he chuckles.

"I know," Vanessa sighs. "But I just wanted to give her hope that she could cook well someday." Peter laughed, shaking his head at his girlfriend. He really adored her, and could feel himself falling into the deep abyss of loving her. The warm burn in his heart every time he saw her only intensified as the days went on.