Peter Parker Prompts: Written For Friends, Requested by Friends

Prompt 3: Fooled Around And Fell In Love

(Imagine Person A and Person B slow dancing to "Fooled Around and Fell in Love" by Elvin Bishop in their pajamas in the kitchen of their new house at 3 am with their heads resting on each other's shoulders as they dance the night away)

     Peter and I had just moved into our first apartment together. It was small and a bit dirty but it was ours. We had been cleaning the place since five o'clock in the evening and it's three in the morning. We have been moving from room to room, asserting the damages and working on what we could. We started in the bedroom and worked our way out. Now we were working in the kitchen.
     I slowly sat down in one of the dining chairs. I could feel the sleep slowly try to take hold. I slowly rubbed my eyes. I could feel Peter staring at me. I slowly closed my eyes and leaned my head against the back of the chair.
     Suddenly a slow song had started to play through a speaker. I opened my eyes and Peter was standing in front of me. He was holding his right hand out for me. I smiled and took it. He kissed it slowly and looked up at me, asking with his eyes, "May I have this dance?" I slowly nodded and pushed myself out of the chair.
     Peter walked us into the middle of our kitchen. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he placed his hands on my waist. Elvin Bishop's voice slowly flowed out of the speaker.
     "Smooth, Parker," I teased with a smirk while we slowly moved with the song. He smiled back at me. We slowly moved to the music.
     He dipped me a bit and I laughed softly. He pulled me back up and we continued to swing. I could feel my eyes slowly close as the song came to the end. I smiled and let sleep take a soft hold.
     Soon I was no longer awake.

     I woke up the next day. I looked at my clock on the nightstand. It was 12:28 in the afternoon. I smiled and stretched. I looked over at the other side of the bed.
     Next to me, lied my fiancé, Peter Parker, dead asleep. His brown hair flowed out onto the pillow like a halo. I smiled softly. He looked like an angel.
      A loud snore came from him and I covered my mouth to hold in laughter. I got out of bed and started to make breakfast.

(Word Count: 428)