(Peter Parker x reader) Romeo and Juliet

52: Something I've wanted to do.

"Hey, um, Y/N?" Peter asked, twiddling his fingers.

We'd gotten out roles, what we were supposed to do.

Strange would talk to Thanos, Tony would smash a huge metal doohiggy into him, and Peter and I had ten minutes to ourselves.

Perched up on a roof, laying down.

I was on my back, watching the sky.

The nagging sick feeling wouldn't leave.

Peter leaned closer to me, trying to get my attention.

I looked over at him.

He swallowed. "Look, I wanted to appologize."

I snorted. "Why?"

He looked back at the metal plating of the roof. "Well, ever since we'd met, I've been a clueless jerk."

I sat up a bit, shocked. "No, you haven't."

He looked out of the corner of his eyes at me. "Yes I have. Look at me! Doing self-destructive stuff, always failing to see how much it kills you. And..."

He gulped.

I lay back.

He propped himself up, in plank position over me.

I swallowed.

"And I always seem to have to find another girl...cause I'm so scared if I tell you I'm in love, you'd run off. And I'd lose the one girl who loved Peter first." He finished strong, even quoting me.

I bit my lip. "Oh Peter, I'm-I don't know what to s-say! You-you-"

He shushed me.

I stayed quiet a moment. "I love you Peter. There's no way to go around it, I love you. I love you."

He smiled widely. "And I love you, sweetie."

I laughed, and he smiled even wider.

Then I knew my smile faltered. "What if I die? What if you die? Thanos might beat us-"

He cut me off. "Shh, please. I-I don't wanna think about it."

"Then kiss instead and free us from this rediculous tension already. Jesus, I've known y'all kids for bout twenty minutes and I'm already choking in sexual tension. Solve it already." Quill scoffed.

I couldn't help but laugh, loudly and for once, actually feeling happy.

Peter was looking at me as though the sound of my smile was the best thing ever invented.

So he leaned closer.

I stayed still.

His mouth touched my nose, softly.

I held my breath.

He kissed the skin between my nose and mouth.

I moved my head up swiftly, and successfully caught his mouth.

That made me float enough, and even worse when he gripped my shoulder with his fingers, and tilted my head by holding my hair between his other fingers.

He was all I could think of, all I wanted. I didn't want this moment to end.

When Peter let go of my hair and shoulder to prop himself up, so he could straddle me, I used that to flip him.

Now he lay on his back, I had control.

I liked it that way.

I pulled away, but not at all by much.

"There's something I've been wanting to do," we said in unison.

Then we laughed, mouths not straying far.

"Me first," I muttered, eyes still closed, and kissed his cheek.

The spot near his jaw that he always poked with his tongue.

Like I'd wanted to.

And there was another spot, right below his ear.

I kissed that.

He whimpered.

There was another, the spot where his jaw curved upward.

Both sides, don't forget.

His grip on my hips tightened.

I smiled, opening my eyes.

His were closed, mouth parted slightly.

I loved that.

So I kissed him again, desperately, and he pressed my hips up in the air to make me seperate.

"My turn," he whispered.

He flipped us, knees on either side of me.

I laughed, I know, I couldn't help it.

He made me happy, but there was still an impending conflict that kept us both rushing,

Doing what we could've done anytime, but now have to do before it's too late.

He kissed the spot below my ear.

Why'd he have to go in for the kill right away?

It made me freeze, and when he kissed the other side I almost lost it, melting completely to him.

He kissed under my mouth. "The spot you always bite".

He kissed, very softly, my nose. "The spot you always wrinkle at me".

He kissed my mouth again.

That was enough, I couldn't help it.

I thrust my hips up.

He laughed.

"Times up, kids. I'm sorry."