TELEKINETIC │ p.p

Chapter Forty Two

Vanessa huffed as she combed through her tangled hair. She mentally cursed Ned for throwing sand at her, which left her hair unruly as it mixed with the salt from the ocean water. Though she'd showered and scrubbed her hair with so much shampoo and conditioner they'd have to start using the hotel's little bottles, her hair still felt disgusting.

"Nessa, I'm tired," Peter whimpers as he waddles into the bathroom, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist and pressing his face into the crook of her neck as he shuts his eyes momentarily. Vanessa giggles softly, leaning into his embrace.

"I'm struggling with my hair," she sighs, returning to her previous frustrated state. "Not only did swimming in the ocean fuck it up, but also Ned flicking sand at me all day."

"I'm sorry," Peter mumbles, pressing gentle kisses from her shoulder up to her jaw. He stops, staring up at her as he places his chin on her shoulder. "You're still very pretty, if that helps." He knew this statement would make her smile, a smile of his own mocking hers.

"How am I supposed to brush through my hair for the thousandth time if you're getting in the way?" Vanessa teases, looking down at him in the mirror. Peter meets her gaze, leaning his mouth toward her ear.

"I can wash and brush it for you," he whispers.

"This is just some ploy to see me naked, you creep," Vanessa laughs, trying to look shocked and hurt while attempting to push the brunette boy away, but he just held her closer and tighter, whining a wide string of soft, "No!"s.

"Let me help," Peter murmurs. "I'm Spider-Man, I can do anything." Vanessa rolls her eyes playfully.

"Okay, but leave the suit off," she jokes. She sheepishly turns around as Peter drifts away from her body. "Can I wear a swimsuit?"

"Of course," Peter softly responds, a gentle grin of admiration gracing his face as he continues to stare at her with an intense form of adoration. Vanessa smiles his way before pushing him back out so she could change back into her swimsuit.

"Fuck, it's cold and soaked!" she exclaims, her body stiffening as she slips the material over it.

"We can cuddle all you want after to warm you up," Peter chuckles from outside the door, leaning his head against the wood with his sleepy eyes shut. He jumps up when the door flings open.

"Sorry," Vanessa giggles once she realizes Peter had been leaning on the door. "Use your super speedy superhuman powers to get this over with, loser."

"On it, my love," Peter chuckles, following her into the shower. He still had his trunks on from earlier, as he was waiting to shower prior to barging in on Vanessa's hair fiasco. Though it wasn't Vanessa's fault - she had offered for her to leave and continue her night routine in the body-length mirror in the main area so he could shower, but Peter denied and rested on the bed. Hopefully Vanessa didn't find the soaking spot on the sheets from his leaking shorts, which he knew would drive her insane.

Peter ran his fingers gently through her hair under the water droplets, trying his best not to tug at it as he came across knots. Vanessa had her eyes closed, obviously to keep the water from falling in her eyes, but mostly because the pleasure of the massage she was currently receiving for free sent her body into total relaxation. She almost collapsed, wanting the sweet release of sleep right then and there.

"Are you falling asleep on me, V?" Peter chuckles as he feels his girlfriend beginning to lower herself very slowly toward the ground. She jumps up, shaking her head. "I'll hurry up."

"No!" Vanessa exclaims, clearing her throat as embarrassment washed over her. "I-I'm enjoying this..."

"I can give you a proper massage tomorrow," Peter chuckles. "You need some sleep right now."