(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

44: Park the car

Peter, true to his word, showed up at six the next day. I smiled when I saw him.

Cause damn, six months done look good on him. He seemed to be thinking the same about me.

"Nice car," I told him, pulling the door open and slipping inside. "It smells new!"

Peter smiled. "I know! I love that smell."

I looked at him.

His smile faltered, but he didn't look unhappy. He put the car back in gear and pulled out of the drive.

A few moments of silence later, we both started taking at the same time, falling and tripping over 'no you go firsts' and finally, Peter stopped me. "Let me go first. I want to tell you what an idiot I was-"

"I was worse, Peter! Look at me. I'm the idiot. I encouraged you, and I let you go!" I argued.

He shook his head, holding the steering wheel tighter. "No, we're both probably just as bad as the other."

I sighed. "Pull over."

Peter blinked, and did so, cutting the engine and looked at me nervously.

I sighed, and turned my body toward him. "I really like you."

He nodded. "I really like you too."

I swallowed. "I think I love you, Peter."

His eyes closed, and he looked so relieved.

He was silent for a long time. "Say it again."

I smiled, leaning over the center console while his eyes were closed. "I love you Peter."

He opened his eyes, and saw me so close.

That made him swallow harder.

I licked my lips, sliding over to his side, legs tangling with his.

He moved his hands away, so he wasn't touching me.

I placed my hands flat on my thighs, looking into his eyes for permission.

He blinked.

"You can touch me, Peter." I whispered to him. He swallowed again. "You can, you know, I trust you."

He lowered his hands, never being bashful like this before, and placed them over mine on my thighs.

I decided I'd have to take control. So I grabbed his hands and placed them on my waist. "Like this, Peter."

He closed his eyes again.

So I kissed his eyelids.

His breath hitched.

I placed my hands on either side of his head, kissing down his nose.

He shifted under me.

"I love you Peter," I mumbled into the skin between his nose and mouth.

He whimpered, hands slipping around to my back.

I don't think he could talk anymore...but I could. "We'd better get back on the road."

I didn't disguise the disappointment.

As I dismounted, I noticed how uncomfortable Peter looked.

I felt sick. "Did..did I overstep?"

Peter shifted so his legs were hiding his lap. "No, no. You're fine."

I realized what was happening and looked out the window for a good ten minutes.