Enigma ~The Riddler's Daughter (_enigma) wrote in newalliance, @ 2014-06-29 21:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | enigma, spider-man |
Who: Effie Nashton and Peter Parker
What: Discovering secrets, best friend snuggles...and something more? Also, pizza!
Where: Effie's Apartment
When: June 27th (night) - June 28th (morning)
Rating: High (adult content)
Warnings: Mentions of suicide, under age sexual content, violence)
Word Count: 20, 857 words
Effie was perched on a gargoyle, staring down at the street below, intently studying the two drug dealers below her. Instead of the put together Sparrow that Peter had met before, this one had been through the wringer, blood dotting her uniform, a large gash across her side that revealed a hastily bandaged wound, long black streaks across her face from her make up smearing that she never bothered to clean.
She leaned forward more, shifting her lenses slightly, trying to narrow the field of vision and see what they were doing below her, intent on finding something illegal...someone to take her pain out on.
Because if she didn’t have the release, she was going to go crazy.
--
Peter was currently moving through the city at a relatively blistering pace. He’d heard the stories, caught murmurings here and there of rumors. Wasn’t sure, but it sure did sound like Sparrow was being described, and it sounded like a bit of a rampage, at least according to what he was hearing on the streets. Something he heard quite a bit of, spending as much time as he did there.
So today, Spidey was actually making his way into Gotham, because that’s where it usually seemed the girl was making her stay, and Effie needed to be talked to. To make sure she didn’t do something she might regret, if she hadn’t already.
He knew that there was a chance the Bat might show up, get all pissy that he was here in ‘his’ city again, but really he was just uptight because he felt self-conscious about those obnoxious ears, so he could be dealt with simply enough. This was a matter of a friend, and that mattered to Peter. So, when he finally did notice the girl on the gargoyle, Spidey swung free of his line, landing on the wall behind and above her, looking down at her.
“The blood’s really clashing with the smearing, you know, but it really does help bring out that big gash on your side. What happened, get in a fight with a weed wacker? Oh, tell me it was “Lawnmower Man!” And not the creepy dude from that movie.”
--
She didn’t look up at him when he arrived, just heaving a sigh, readying her grappling gun to find a spider free gargoyle so she could watch her prey in peace. “A wall, a fist, two gangs and a bullet,” she started, listing off the things she knew had hit her recently.
Considering how little sleep she had...she wasn’t quite sure there wasn’t something else that had hit her that she just couldn’t think of.
“Why are you here, Spider-Man? I thought you didn’t like Gotham.”
--
“So what you’re saying is, you need a break. Have you seen Edge of Tomorrow yet? Tom Cruise is kind of a bumbling fool, absolute hoot,” Spider-Man offered as he lowered down behind her, then tilted his head to the side to look at the two dealers, “This looks like something you could tip off to the cops you know, not really the tights-wearing hero necessary sort of thing, know what I’m saying? I mean, I know dark, brooding heroes is sort of Gotham’s whole schtick, but really doesn’t suit you.”
Peter was trying to calm the tension, make her see that this was silly, unnecessary, not nearly as serious or daunting as she might think.
“And no, I don’t like Gotham, but you’ve just gotta love the architecture. And I hear they have fantastic Jamaican cuisine, ever have some really good Jerk Chicken? You need some Jerk Chicken.”
--
“Did you just ask me to see a movie with you?” she asked, turning to look at him, blinking in confusion before shaking her head, her attention turning back to the dealers. “I can’t. I don’t get breaks anymore. This is everything, the mission, saving Gotham...he...he would have been happy with that.”
Her hand tightened in a fist and she spun around, glaring at Peter the more he spoke. “I am not brooding! My husband, who was a Skrull, by the way, is dead! Everything I loved and cared about is buried in a tomb in Boston and I didn’t even know his goddamn name, so excuse me if I’m slightly upset!”
She spun around again, and almost slipped, grabbing Peter to stay upright, panting. “And no, I don’t need Jerk Chicken.”
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“Well, I mean, no… not really with me, just saying in general. It’s a good movie. Plus, never take a girl to see a Tom Cruise movie, you always lose coming out,” Spidey shook his head, as if to emphasize the point, and then sighed when she mentioned ‘this is everything’, “Next you’re going to tell me you’re the night, and you’re justice or something. Stop, just… stop. Obsession will kill you in this business, it does something to you.”
Then she mentioned her husband, and Peter went white beneath his mask. Staring at her from behind that mask, his heart broke at the information and he felt speechless at first, unable to find what to say at the moment.
What caught him out of his sudden silence was when she slipped, and he found himself catching her, pulling her back up onto the ledge with him before she went tumbling. Keeping her held there, before letting her go a moment and just shaking his head.
“Look, I’m sorry about what happened to your husband, and I know that sometimes when you feel like you’ve lost everything, that the desire to just punch everything and go nuts on every criminal in the world is really, really strong. But it’s not the right feeling, not the right thing to do. With great power, and all that… right? You can’t let it consume you, it will destroy you.”
--
She wanted to tell him that killing herself was what she had planned, that giving her life and being able to be free from the pain was what she had been searching for for three days and nights...but then his arms were around her, saving her from a messy death below and something inside her broke.
It had been the first time someone had touched her in any fashion since “Tim”’s death and she realized how much she, as a human, missed the simplest of human contact.
When her let her go, she wrapped her arms around her own body, trying to mimic the feeling and failing, trembling slightly. “Then what am I supposed to do when it hurts so much?” she asked, looking at him. “I loved him...I didn’t know his name or who he really was, but that man that he died as...I loved. And now he’s gone and I’m lost and confused and my emotions are torn apart between loving him and hating him and the confusion of my best friend!” She was talking in a rush, everything pouring out of her, things she had locked away in her mind for three long, painful days.
--
Peter frowned when she began to get lost in her thoughts, hearing those words spill out only reminded him of how he’d felt when Ben had died. Dead because of him. Peter knew that feeling, knew that pain and desperately wanted her to know that. By now the drug dealers had gone, and Peter looked around before taking her hand and immediately pulled her into a full hug. Just noticing the trembling made his heart ache even more.
“You move on, one day at a time. It’ll never go away, the pain’ll always be there, but day after day it’ll numb, you’ll feel it less, until it gets to the point that you’re feeling only memories, and loss at times, and you’ll miss him but you’ll find your groove again, your strength, and you keep going. It’s cliche, I know, but it’s real. It’s truly real. I know because I’ve been through the same thing…”
Peter felt himself struggling with this, but knew he had to keep her from doing anything stupid out of pain. So, stepping back from her he simply pulled his mask off, “When my Uncle died, this is all I had and it nearly killed me. Consumed me. All I wanted to do was find his killer, Effie, and I couldn’t. Instead I moved on, and took up the mask to remember him by, yes, but also made sure to carry on with my life as I know he would have wanted.”
--
She clutched at him, burying her face in his neck, listening absently to his words (and he was right, they were cliche), giving a soft, needy whimper as he pulled back. Her eyes widened behind her mask as he pulled off his and she was torn between kissing him and punching him.
“Peter?” she breathed, promptly covering her mouth with her gloved hands as if someone could have heard her all the way up there, taking a step back when he said her name. “I have no idea who you’re referring to, my name is Sparrow.” she huffed, rather glad that he had sailed over the whole ‘best friend confusion’ now that she knew who he was.
That would have been embarrassing!
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Oh he’d caught it, but Peter in all his brilliance really didn’t think of himself as her best friend, she was his, sure, but she had so many others it didn’t really necessarily mean him. In his mind, of course. Staring back at her, he found himself smirking just a tiny bit and shrugged as he watched her, shaking his head, “Right. Well, Effie, considering I put it together rather quickly last time you were in New York, you can cut the whole charade.”
Even as he said that, though, arms crossing over his chest as he watched her, “Also, don’t fall and don’t go around shouting my name. It’s embarrassing, I wear tights.”
“Now, can we go somewhere less likely for you to fall off, because we’re starting to get all sorts of routine with that.”
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“Oh wipe that smirk of your face right now, Mister!” she huffed, before sticking her tongue out at him. She reached up, pulling off her mask, blinking at him, revealing the horror show that was her make up before giving him a dirty look. “I know the rules, you just shocked me!”
She paused, looking him up and down, her own smirk on her lips. “You look good in tights,” she said before giggling. “Relax, I’m not going to fall...and we can head to my apartment,” she said, sliding her mask into one of her pouches, before promptly stepping back off the gargoyle, falling through the air for a moment, the wind rushing around her before she flipped in the air, firing off a line from her grapple gun, giving a shout as she sailed through the air, wondering if Peter could figure out how to get to her apartment from this position...or if he was just going to follow her.
---
She flipped up onto her balcony, reeling in her line, giving a sigh as she look out over the city, waiting for Peter to join her. It was almost like waiting for Tim...but different in it’s own way. For one thing, Peter probably wasn’t going to give her a lecture on where she went wrong for the night…
..and for another, no after patrol kisses.
At least, she didn’t think Peter was going to give her after patrol kisses…
--
When she took off, Peter was about to say something about her mask but ignored it as she was already gone, and instead pulled his back on. Call him paranoid, but if some camera caught him out there, god help him. So he threw himself off the ledge, following after her with webs carrying him quickly in line with her.
He was already red at the comment about looking good in tights, and so having the mask on helped. At least that was supposed to be red. Eventually, though, he arrived at the balcony with her, dropping to the ledge and making his way inside before he finally pulled his mask off again, shaking his head before pointing at her.
“You suck at secret identities. You just swung through half the city without your mask, anyone with a telescope, or binoculars, or any of those cameras on street corners could have identified you, and then what? They would have cross-referenced that face with every other pretty red head in the city, until they narrowed it down to that specific face, and bam. Arkham Asylum’s bursting down your door. Or, you know, whoever might bust down your door in Gotham.”
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“You called me pretty,” she pointed out, before shrugging. “I never intended to have a secret identity...I also never indented to leave New York. That was all Tim. I had to have an identity to protect his, I mean, if Effie Nashton ran around making out with Red Robin and Tim Drake, it would sort of be a dead giveaway.”
As she spoke, she had removed her red tactical corset, tossing it vaguely in a corner, and was currently spinning around like a dog chasing it’s tail, trying to unzip her body suit. She paused, dizzy, holding onto a counter. “Umm...help a girl out?”
--
“I…. uhm, did? Yea, maybe I did, but you know… I meant like, generally speaking, pretty red head--nope, I’m going to stop now. No more talking for me for the rest of the night,” then shrugged as Peter nodded, “You’re not wrong, so yea, good tactical decision on your part. Points for Effie.”
When she removed her corset, Peter felt himself immediately going red again, and then frowned when she gave him the request. He blinked several times, before looking around and then rubbed at the back of his head, “Right, okay, so uh… right just going to unzip that.”
Making his way towards her, he reached up to take the zipper on her suit, pulling it down along the body suit until it reached the end, then let it go, turning his back towards her almost immediately, because Peter was nothing if not polite. If not too fucking polite it would seem.
--
“Nice digging there,” she teased before giving a cheer. “Yay, I get points!” She pulled her braids out of his way as he unzipped her bodysuit to her waist, wiggling out of it. “You don’t have to turn away, I’m not naked,” she said, pulling the body suit off her feet over her boots (which took a great deal of hopping), tossing it in a different corner from the corset, left with just her boots, the tiny black spandex shorts she wore under it and her bright pink sports bra with Hello Kitty faces.
“Thirsty?” she asked, bouncing into the kitchen, almost to her old personality...if not for the dark cloud that entered her eyes every so often. She was trying, hard, to follow Peter’s advice...or at least fake it.
“I think Tim designed that suit so he’d constantly be undressing me...I can never reach the zipper.”
--
“I find that I’m really good at that, digging when I’m around you it would seem. Talking is definitely something I should do less of,” even so, Peter did manage to turn around at her request. He still found himself doing his best to keep his eyes averted, though it was hardly working despite her ‘not being naked’ as she put it. As far as Peter was concerned, she very well could have been.
Still, Peter was able to keep himself somewhat collected. It wasn’t as if he were that pathetic around girls, it was more because of the situation than anything that he was avoiding any sort of eye wandering, and then he laughed a bit at her mention of Tim, “That definitely could have been it. I can see the purpose behind it, can’t blame him. It’s not the most out there idea in the world…”
He then shrugged, “And yea, I think I could drink something… what do you have?”
--
“But I like when you dig yourself a hole,” she said, looking up at him with a grin. “It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy that you find me attractive,” She fished a box of pizza out of the fridge, setting it on the counter before tilting her head in thought. “Water, tea, sodas, beer that I’m not supposed to have, some weird alcohol thing that was given to me by a client that I’m not supposed to have, milk and juice!”
She beamed as she finished reciting the list, proud of herself for remembering it all without having to look. She waited for his answer, rocking back and forth on her heels, before suddenly falling back in a backbend, moving into a handstand as she waited, icking her feet slowly back and forth in the air.
“Peter...do you like me?”
--
“Well, it’s not like it’s a secret, that you’re attractive, I’m sure many others feel the same way,” Peter nodded, contemplating her list of drinks, then deciding, “Alright, soda’s always good. Just before bed, always have a soda, because that won’t come back to bite you in the ass later.”
Peter found himself staring a bit more than he should when she went into her handstand, clicking his tongue as he watched her then cleared his throat before shaking his head, “What? Oh, well yea, I mean no… well yes. Of course I like you, you’re my best friend. Can’t be my best friend if I don’t like you, that wouldn’t make any sense, right?”
Then Peter frowned at the question, thinking on it a moment, and then rubbed at his chin, “Though, uh, speaking of that… you said something about best friend confusion, earlier…”
--
She flipped to her feet, heading for the fridge, giggling at his words about having soda before bed. “Well, you just can’t sleep for a while then!” she said, her smile faulting at his words (why did all guys do that?!), before hitching it right back up. “Good, because you’re my best friend…”
And Effie promptly wanted to stuff a sock in her mouth as he continued. Damnit!
She set the soda’s on the counter, pulling hers close and opening it, playing with it. “I...am confused...because there’s only supposed to be one person for everyone forever and ever...and I had my one person...alien...guy...but...I...have feelings…”
---
Nodding as he moved around the counter near her to snatch up the other soda, he promptly opened it as well before shrugging his shoulders, “Right, well, I mean not to be… that guy about it, but it’s kind of obvious there’s not that one person for everyone. And maybe Tim… wasn’t that one person, because, well, he wasn’t a person…”
Peter sighed at that and frowned, “Sorry, not to tear at new wounds or anything, I just am making a point. See? This is why I shouldn’t talk. Also, so, you have … feelings. What sort of… feelings? Like, feelings feelings, or feelings feelings, and for who? What’s her face? The one who thinks we’re all nerds?”
Because in Peter’s mind, that could definitely be one of her best friends. He wasn’t sure, he was not giving himself that mantle after all.
--
“The bible says so,” she muttered. “It also says I’m damaged goods and no man will ever want me.” She was distracted from her depressing thoughts by Peter’s words..and then his ramblings. She sighed, literally facepalming for a moment before deciding to hell with polite manners.
She stood, surging up (and why were all men so goddamn tall?!), pressing her lips against his. “Feeling feelings,” she said as she sunk back down, not looking at him, instead, staring at the spider on his chest. “And do I have to spell it out in tiny letters?”
--
“The Bible also says that, in order to have children, it’s okay to sleep with like three of your daughters or something, so, you know, bad advice Mallard once apprenticed for The Bible. Also I highly doubt no man will ever want you, I can pretty much guarantee there’s at least one out there who does, probably a lot more…”
When she face palmed, he frowned as he went to sip his soda. Though, as it was sat down, she was suddenly in front of him and her lips were against his. He, obviously, did not seem to reciprocate, and instead found his hands doing literally nothing as he stood there in shock before she went back down.
Staring at her, he blinked a few more times before shaking his head, “I.. uh… no, no you don’t have to. I think, uhm… think I got it. So, you meant like you like… that kind of like you… then… I take it.”
--
“Yes, I mean that kind of like,” she said, taking her seat again and distracting herself with a slice of pizza. “it’s okay that you don’t, Peter, I just thought you should know...in case I act weird. You know how attraction is, they do something and it catches you off guard for how adorable and sexy it is.”
She stuffed part of the pizza into her mouth, taking the time to chew and swallow and think. “Please...don’t let this make us stop being friends…”
--
“I suddenly feel like I’m back in high school with all these iterations of like,” still, Peter found himself contemplating everything that had just happened. Wringing his hands together when she mentioned it being okay that he didn’t like her like that. He nodded, but then bit his lip, and shrugged and finally sighed.
“Right, well, see that’s great and you’re right… attraction is not really something you can control. And I may have been not entirely forthcoming when I said I liked you as a best friend, because I do, but I mean, well… okay, see, look it’s not my fault. You were with Tim, so I had to keep not thinking of you in that way, and then of course I couldn’t exactly tell you how I felt or anything like that. Also, I mean like tonight, you just kind of are in the middle of the world’s single worst break up ever…”
He frowned, “Bad choice of words, I know, but I mean… I just thought you were in a place, and not the sort of place that I should say anything, so if I’m acting all… weird it’s probably mostly because I like you too, you know, like … that… but I just didn’t want to overstep my boundaries. Because there are boundaries, right? I mean a timetable with this sort of thing?”
--
Effie was visibly heartbroken when he mentioned not liking her as a best friend, thinking she was about to lose him entirely. She buried her hands in her hair, tears starting to fall, her head jerking slightly as he continued to speak.
A soft, sad smile crossed her lips as he continued to ramble, her mind mostly tuning him out, just enjoying watching and listening to him. “You’re right...I am in the middle of the world’s worst break up...but it doesn’t change how I feel, and there are no boundaries, Peter, no rules or schedules. Just us...and maybe a chance at something more than that.”
She reached out, taking his hand. “It’s not easy...and it will be very hard...I’m emotionally compromised at the moment and that will have an effect on the relationship and you..but maybe...we can take it slow...see how things go? I’m not looking for forevers and white picket fences...not right now...but having someone to lean on...to hold onto...that might be nice. And kissing...I like kissing.”
Well actually, she had discovered she liked more than that, but that would scare him off!
--
Peter nodded as he listened to her, hand in hers before he raised a brow and swallowed, “I know, you know, I mean… I’m of course aware of where you’re at, what you’ve been through, and that’s kind of why I didn’t think I should be allowed to say anything right now, let you get that out of the way. Plus, I was actually sort of kind of convinced that I was too … well … me and not enough, whatever Tim was. I don’t fight crime sponsored by food chains, after all. That takes some skill.”
He smirked though, and finally nodded before shrugging, “But yea, I think… slow’s always good. Granted, yea, I mean … someone to lean on and all that, I could be that anyway without all of the other stuff, but I… rather like the kissing too, among other things. So, you know, yea… I think slow is always… good and, why am I being really bad at this whole talking thing right now? Can I put the mask back on? I talk much better with the mask on.”
--
“I like you and all of your youness, Peter...and he wasn’t sponsored by a food chain! And I’m so telling the real Tim that! He will punch you when he sees you and you will deserve it.”
She blushed at his words, swinging their hands slightly. “What sort of other things have you been getting up to, Mr. Parker?” she asked, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes before giggling. “No, you can’t put back on the mask. I like seeing your face...plus I can’t make out with Spider-Man like I could Red Rob…”
She trailed off, her eyes widening. “I’M DATING SPIDER-MAN!”
--
“Well why else would you call yourself the Red Robin? I mean that’s like me going around and calling myself The Amazing TGI-Fridays, or The Spectacular Applebees. Which, if I could and could get paid for it? I would, I’m not above that, I have zero standards,” Peter smirked though, sighing when she said no to the mask.
“Fine, no mask, but when I start blabbering on like a fool, it’s up to you to make sure I’m made aware of it, and to stop me. This is on you, are you sure you can handle that sort of burden? And… no! No, I didn’t mean, like those other things. I mean, sure I have… of course, but I meant, you know, like the other things that go with relationships. Not… those things, oh now I’m turning into the Red Spider-Man…” Noting the embarrassment he was feeling.
He then covered her mouth, “No, no you’re not. No one must know that you’re dating Spider-Man. You can say Peter, but Spider-Man’s a no-no.”
--
“Oh gods, Peter, he calls himself that after the bird! It fits in with the weird animal fetish they have. Hello, he named me Sparrow! Kinda totes obvious there.” She then arched an eyebrow, giggling. “I like it when you babble,” she pointed out with a grin. “It’s cute and fun to listen to...calming. And either you didn’t like sex...or don’t like the idea of sex with me...or you’re a virgin and fronting…”
She frowned however at his words, licking his hand. “Why not? I mean, I’m not going to tell anyone, I don’t do that, but I would let you date Sparrow! And why can’t Sparrow and Spider-Man date? Does Spider-Man have a girlfriend? Is he gay? Does he not like me?”
--
“Well yea, right, but he then had to add ‘red’ onto it, and that’s just, well I mean come on. That’s asking for comment,” then shook his head quickly, backing out of the comments he made earlier, “No no, I do enjoy sex actually. And of course I’d enjoy it with you, and I am not a virgin… thought I would be one at this point, but I’m not. Definitely not fronting, it’s just I didn’t mean sex when I said ‘other’ things, I mean I could, but it’s not what I meant.”
He then shook his head, “Really? No, if they ever found out Sparrow and Effie were the same person, same goes for Spider-Man/Peter Parker. It’s too dangerous. I’m dating Effie, not Sparrow, you’re dating Peter, not Spider-Man. I mean, sure, in private with me, call me whatever you want. And Spider-Man can’t have a girlfriend, he’s Spider-Man, it’s like the idea of Batman having a girlfriend. Or, uhm… one of the other ones. And he does like you, a lot, and he’s not gay despite the tights.”
--
“There is a bird called a ‘red robin’, she pointed out, giggling as Peter proclaimed how not a virgin he was. “I will get that story later, but we have other issues...like you thinking I give away my identity to everyone.”
Okay she did, but usually by accident!
“Peter...I don’t like this. What if you’re off at one of your...super gatherings with your other super friends and some girl gets it into her head that she can have you because Spidey’s a free agent? I don’t want some super bimbo to steal you away because she has bigger breasts and a tinier uniform. Granted, you having a girlfriend probably wouldn’t dissuade her, but at least she’d be warned before I kick her teeth in. Plus...Batman had a girlfriend!”
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“No, Batman didn’t. I don’t think, and if he did that was dangerous of him. Superheroes don’t date, their alter egos do, it’s the rule. I mean it should be the rule, granted no one follows the damn thing anymore. And there’s no super girls throwing themselves at me, I mean there was Black Cat for awhile, but that’s a whole other thing and not a thing you want to deal with, or hear about. Plus I haven’t seen her in ages, and she’s far more into Daredevil.”
He waved it off then frowned again, “Spider-Man’s not a free agent, and I don’t do super gatherings. Does anyone do super gatherings? I’m not even on the Avengers or Justice League, I’m all on my own, so… you know, no threats there. You’re safe and sound in that department. Not to mention, getting a girl to like me is hard enough, I can’t take the risk of blowing that.”
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“There are rumors he did...plus Red Robin did” ...which was rather obvious considering. Effie sighed, standing and wrapping her arms around his waist, holding him tightly. “I just don’t want to lose you now that I have you...I’ve lost too many people already.” She rested her head against his chest, just over his heart, listening to it beat.
“And the Teen Titans have super gatherings...I think...maybe, I don’t know, they don’t seem to like me. I’m not cool enough to be one of them.” She tried not to sound jealous, but she had hoped, when she first started out, that maybe someday she would become good enough to join..but that didn't’ seem likely, even with all of Tim and Nightwing’s help.
“Just...promise you’re not going to let some super slut seduce you away…”
---
“They did, sometimes, but no one really ever showed up to them. And still, bad guys use girlfriends and boyfriends against heroes you know, it’s super hero 101; I mean, you know, not that I’ve been doing it that long, but I’m pretty sure it makes a little bit of sense at least,” still, Peter’s arms moved to wrap around her when she moved to him. Shrugging his shoulders as he frowned.
“I mean, you’re not going to. Just because I’m out there in my tights doesn’t mean I’m not me, they’re not two different people… I just want people to think they are. If that makes sense. And of course, I promise. I don’t really even know any super sluts anyway, so I’m pretty sure we’re okay there.”
Not to mention he was pretty sure that every time he made some sort of quip, his attractive meter went down two fold to most of the women he came across.
--
“Better not,” she said, giving a happy sigh as he held her, closing her eyes, enjoying the sensation. She pulled back after a moment, but still held him around the waist, one hand reaching blindly behind her for her pizza. “So, Petey, when did you start like liking me?” she asked, giggling. “Because you said I was with Tim and that’s a long time…”
She took a bite of the pizza, trying not to get it on his suit since he didn’t exactly have a change of clothes and she didn’t think he would enjoy wearing her dead husband’s clothing.
“Oh, your tickets!” She pulled away fully, pizza hanging out of her mouth as she went to retrieve Peter’s passes to Comi-Con NY.
--
“Oh, uh… well…” Peter watched her as she began to ask when he started liking her. Rubbing the back of his head, “I don’t really have a specific date. It’s just been awhile, you know, like… awhile. I don’t… maybe about the time--” Then she said something about tickets and he let her leave, letting out a breath so he didn’t have to go on.
He wasn’t sure when, but he was more than aware that he’d liked her for awhile now, probably since a little while after they started talking, and definitely after Gwen had left. Staring at her as she moved away, he raised a brow and began to follow after her, “I’m still not going as a Judoon, and I’m not going as the Tenth Doctor, I like Eleven better, plus I can have a bowtie. Makes me stand out more.”
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“You look more like ten and eleven isn’t cute!” she protested, pouting as she sorted through a group of papers, finding the tickets and VIP pass lanyard. “You can be Eleven if you plan to like...never make out with me the whole trip…”
She bounced back over to him, holding out the passes. “Completely up to you of course,” she said with a wide, beaming grin. “But I’m still being Amy.”
--
“But Eleven’s funnier, and he has a bowtie. I mean, bowtie--” then she mentioned her ultimatum, and he cleared his throat, “Right, well, actually Ten’s a great Doctor and I definitely look more like him. So, right, Ten and … Amy, because you have red hair. Makes perfect sense, Ten it is!”
Taking hold of the passes that she found, he grinned then looked back to her, “Now here’s hoping I don’t lose them by October.”
Which was very reasonable for him to do, as he was Peter Parker, and Parker luck was a bad sort of luck.
“Just no Judoon.”
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“I knew you’d see it my way,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck again. “And I promise, you can wear a bowtie like on...five of vour dates, because bowties are very cool,” she said with a grin.
When he mentioned losing the passes she giggled. “Well, if you want, we can keep them in my safe...where they will be safe and sound until October and not subject to male logic of putting them somewhere weird,” she teased. She slid up his body, using the arms around him as leverage, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Unless you don’t trust me of course…”
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“I trust you far more than I trust myself, and it’s not that I’ll put them somewhere weird, it’s that there’s always a good chance one of my enemies is going to blow up the apartment, or light it on fire, or somehow find them and use them in some evil plot out of the 1960s to take over the world from the New York Comic Convention…” Immediately Peter began to imagine just what that might entail, working out the idea in his head.
He then shook his head, returning the kiss to her own lips when she pulled herself closer, his own hands coming to rest on her waist, lifting her closer to give her own arms a bit of a break before then leaning back, “Oh man, does this mean I have to make more regular treks into Gotham? Because, you know, Gotham… it… well it smells like brooding. And, Bat Guano.”
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Effie blinked as Peter described what his enemies might do to the passes, arching an eyebrow. “Uh huh…” she said, not sure if to believe him, but very, very grateful that she didn’t have any enemies as either Effie or Sparrow.
That she knew of.
She was about to suggest they move to the couch so give both of them an easier time with the kissing thing when he spoke and she pouted up at him, playing with the hairs at the back of his neck. “I’m not enough for your to venture into our dark,deadly city that smells of bat shit and brooding?” she asked, making her lower lip tremble in a way she knew was adorable. “I venture to your city with it’s ugly buildings and urine smell and people shoving things at you…”
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“Our buildings look pretty much exactly same as Gotham’s, you know, so that’s not a good argument. And don’t diss the urine smell, I grew up on that smell,” grin reappearing, Peter shrugged his shoulders, “Still, I’ll give you the shoving thing. They do that. That’s why I stay above the city streets mostly, not a fan of shoving.”
Then he frowned at the trembling lower lip and shook his head, “You’re terrible, but yes. You are definitely worth the venture, I’m just not looking forward to so many treks into Gotham, because I do now intend to come into Gotham quite a bit.”
Grin still there, he leaned in for another quick kiss before shrugging, “Quite a bit.”
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“Nuh uh! Gotham’s building’s are prettier and different and full of life...New York’s are stale and dead,” she said before grinning as he spoke. “You’re smitten,” she teased, before accepting the kiss. “You could always move to Gotham and solve the problem of travel,” she pointed out. “We have a good university here and plenty of bad guys to play with...plus me!”
She let go of him for a moment, moving out of the kitchen and into her work room, returning with a step stool that she sat down before climbing onto, grinning as she leaned in, kissing him without him having to bend or her to jump. “Better.”
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“I’m not moving to Gotham, Aunt May would not be pleased with that, and my job is in New York, plus school as well. Yes there’s a good University here, but it’s a stronger legal and business University, not as strong of a science University, not like Empire State. Not to mention, well, I already mentioned it, but I work for Mr. Stark. I just got offered a big position there too, can’t turn that away. I’ll just have to make the commute,” Peter grinned then laughed when she ran off to grab the step stool.
When she was up on said stool, he kissed her back but shook his head before snatching her around the waist and lifting her over the stool and sighing, “Nope, that’s not how this is going to go down. We have couches for that very thing, making out… on couches. Not on step stools.”
Setting her to her feet he drew her back towards the couch before sitting down and pulling her down with him, “Much better.”
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“Oh yeah, you do work for Mr. Stark…” she said, pouting at him. “Why am I kissing you when you have the job I want?”she asked, tilting her head to the side in though before yelping as he lifted her up, holding him tightly around the neck, giggling. “Aww, but it made sense!” she said, before blinking. “Someone’s going down?”
She followed him to the couch, collapsing down next to him, before wiggling her way into his lap. “This means I’m your girlfriend now...right? I can post about it on Facebook and everything?”
As she spoke, she wrapped her arms around him again, nuzzling his neck, before kissing him softly and sweetly.
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“Uh, obviously Effie, if you don’t post it on Facebook it’s not real, so you’re not my girlfriend until you do,” Peter was joking of course, and wrapped both arms around her once she crawled into his lap. Watching her a bit then raised a brow, “Also, wait, no. No one’s going down. I don’t think. Are we taking out some sort of target?”
Then she was kissing him again, and Peter seemed more than happy to return the kiss. Just as soft as she offered him, though he seemed intent to keep the kisses coming as he continued to kiss her, hands holding onto waist and back as he kept her held in his lap, before pulling his lips away a moment, “Because you can’t have the job I have, you’re already rich and going to be a cop and how many jobs do you want?”
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“So...you don’t want me to go down on you?” she asked, her eyes wide and innocent, before allowing him to lure her into a moment of nothing but gentle kisses, sighing against his lips, her heart fluttering each time his lips met hers.
It still hurt, if she thought of what she had lost, but the thought of what...of who she had gained soothed the ache and made it more bearable...made her more willing to face a life without him.
She pouted. “Yes, but you work for the Tony Stark. I would give my left leg to even meet the man, let alone work for him. He is incredible and brilliant! And if I did that, I could still be Sparrow, I can’t be Sparrow as a cop, conflict of interest and that.”
Plus, she had a feeling her father would accept her working at Stark Industries more than he would her working for the GCPD or NYPD.
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“What? No, I mean… not--why do you do this. No, nope… I’m not going to walk myself into any corners in this one, I’m just going to not respond, at all, to that,” Peter nodded, as if confirming to himself more so than her, before returning to those gentle kisses. Her resting against him though felt amazing, and he had to admit that part of his was relieved to finally have that feeling and not feel completely guilty by her closeness.
“I barely see him, I see Miss Potts more than him. And when I do see him, I’m pretty sure he has absolutely zero idea on just who I am. I think he thinks I’m the janitor, or a Make a Wish kid...not sure,” He then rolled his eyes, “Yes, yes, he’s the ‘Incredible Iron Man’, but I’m the Amazing Spider-Man, and I don’t have billions of dollars and rocket boots. I fight in my underwear, and I’m damn good at it.”
He then raised a brow, “Is that a conflict of interest?”
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“But...then I will I know how to please you?” she asked, giggling. She rolled her eyes as he continued, shaking her head. “Peter, everyone remembers you...you are awesome and perfect and a genius and you know it. I’m sure Mr. Stark is constantly looking over his shoulder, waiting for you to show him up.” She rewarded him with a kiss to the nose, smiling.
“Yes, you are damn good at it...and look damn good in your underwear too…” She plucked at the spider on his chest, smiling. “And I told you, if you ever needed anything...just ask.”
When he asked about the conflict, she sighed. “Vigilantism is illegal in Gotham...I would have to arrest myself the moment I stepped out as Sparrow. Or arrest my friends. How can I be a good and upstanding police officer...if I’m breaking the law myself? Plus, it’s going to take forever to finish my degree now. At least New York would be easier.”
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“I’m sure anything you do will likely please me, I’m pretty easy going,” Peter then thought on that a moment, “Man, I’m going to have a lot to compete with. As raving as you were about… well you know, damn it… I might need to take classes, or read a book.”
Grin suggested it was a joke, but it was Peter so who knew. Shaking his head, Peter laughed, “I am absolutely no threat to Mr. Stark. Tony’s got the resources and the brains. He graduated from college at like 15, I was still wearing sweater vests at fifteen. And no judging, it was my Uncle’s thing.”
Lifting a hand up to touch against her cheek, he raised a brow, “The cops are smart, alright? I’m more than convinced there are already a few heroes out there being cops; you’re already breaking the law, and yet want to be a cop, so you obviously tote the line of what’s legal anyway, moral ambiguity already exists for you. You’re doing the right thing as both a cop and a super hottie. So, you know, keep doing it.”
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“Hey, I’m sure you’ll be great...besides, I only have one guy to compare you to and he was an alien...so you’ll be the best human!” she said perkily. “Dude, sweater vests are hot...you need to wear one soon...with a bow tie.” She grinned, leaning in to kiss him. “Have I mentioned yet that I like nerds...like a lot.”
She tilted her head as he spoke, absorbing it all before shrugging. “I guess, but if I get arrested you better be a good boyfriend and bail me out. I would not do well in Blackgate...or Arkham.”
She snuggled against him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Do you want to stay the night?”
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“I am not wearing a sweater vest with a bowtie, I’m pretty sure Spider-Man would immediately lose street cred and I’d have to let some big biker guy beat me to a pulp later that night just to make up for it,” then shook his head, “No, you haven’t, but please keep showing me. I’m liking this.”
Brow raised he shrugged, “I could probably break you out of Blackgate pretty easily, haven’t ever broken someone out of an insane asylum though. That could be relatively interesting, we’d have to go on the run from the Bat guy though. I’d be too scared to listen to his rasp. It’s terrifying, what man drinks that much glass?”
Smirk, he shrugged, “I uh… I think I could do that. I don’t really have a change of clothes though, though I have slept in my Spidey-PJs before.”
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“I meant you wear the sweater vest, not Spider-Man...and you would look hot in it, not lose street cred,” she said, giggling. “Now, while going on the run just me and you sounds great, I’m not getting myself arrested so you can live out your MAcGyver fantasies, sorry.”
She entwined their hands, playing with his longer fingers. “I have some clothes...but their mostly Skrull!Tim’s...not sure how you’d feel about that. But you could always just sleep naked,” she offered, teasing him with a grin. “I promise not to take pictures and send them to my big brothers…”
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“Well, yea, but in my head as Spider-Man, I’d know that I had worn it, and would feel the need to accept punishment for it, and please don’t get arrested. I’m pretty sure I’d be more MacGregor, than MacGuyver, I think.”
Tangling fingers together, he grinned and then shrugged, “I guess I could. But if I were naked, I don’t think you could keep your hands off me, I mean the pasty-white gangliness? It’s the new rage for women, and--wait you have brothers? Please tell me you’re joking, I don’t want to deal with brothers. Brothers mean I get grown man wedgies.”
He also didn’t think he’d be okay with wearing Tim’s clothing, for relatively obviously reasons.
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“Why do you always do that? It’s obvious I like you, so putting yourself down just makes me want to either slap you upside the head or deny it and that does not lead to happy kissing time,” she pointed out before shrugging at his question. “Well, they’re not related to me...I think, you never know with dad, but they’re my brothers in all but blood. Wade is totes crazy but that’s what makes him wonderful and fun and Nightwing...well, he’s still new to the job and slightly overprotective of his real family, but he’s nice and cool...and he’s fun during training!”
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“I’m just joking, I don’t really think that poorly of myself, but I am quite pasty, and a bit gangly. I mean, I spend most of my time in front of computers and my only Vitamin D comes from computer screens and LEDs,” Peter shrugged, tilting his head to the side while watching her, then frowned.
“Oh god, really? Nightwing? I’m pretty sure that guy talks more than I do in costume, and what the hell does that even mean? Nightwing. Is that like… an Owl or something? Or a Bat--oh wait, that already exists. Maybe a Stealth Fighter?” He was joking of course, Nightwing and Spider-Man talk to one another quite a bit, and Dick and Peter were good friends.
“Also he has batons, batons. I can’t take that seriously. And if, when you say Wade, you mean Wade…Wilson. I just… god help me.”
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“There’s nothing wrong with that! Okay, yes, I do cheerleading and that, but most of my time when not with...er, when not doing other things is spent in front of a computer!” Or a puzzle book, but she didn’t think now was the appropriate time to bring up the fact she was crazy.
“And...I have no idea, I think it’s just a name, not supposed to mean anything...and they’re Escrima Sticks! Not batons. I twirled a baton, those are not it. And they hurt, trust me.”
She perked up as Peter mentioned Wade’s last name, her eyes shining. “You know him?! Isn’t he the coolest?! I bought him a bazooka and he taught me how to use C4!” She was vibrating in her seat...which happened to be Peter’s lap, almost falling off in her excitement.
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“Well no, there’s nothing wrong with it, but pasty isn’t exactly society’s normal definition of ‘what’s hot’. Original Facebook came out during the time when I probably would have been rated as not, but maybe I could pull it off now,” Peter was really hoping she’d get that joke, or else he was about to sound like a super nerd. Which was likely true.
“Excrement sticks? That’s disgusting, doesn’t sound too painful, and call them what you will, but they’re batons. He’s a crime fighting cheerleader. Holy crap… ‘Save the Cheerleader’... that show was about him wasn’t it?” Peter was joking of course, and grinned as he watched her, “And I know they hurt. But so can a baton.”
“I do! Unfortunately. I don’t think I’ve ever actually managed to get anything done when talking to him. Definitely not progressive, and usually a bit eccentric. Really eccentric,” And she really was vibrating and he blinked as he watched her, raising a brow, “Should I be jealous of Wade Wilson? And you bought him a bazooka? Is that even necessary?”
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“Mm, you would totally be rated hot now,” she said, grinning. “Even if I had to rig the voting.” She leaned in, pressing a kiss against his lips, shifting so she was straddling his thighs. “And it’s ‘Escr-ima’, silly!”
She nibbled at his lower lip before pouting. “Hey, he is not! I’m totes the superhero cheerleader! Nightwing is like...my back up squad or a pom-pom girl. Support while I fly.” Though, honestly, she could see Nightwing as a cheerleader in his normal life. He was peppy enough and had the right acrobatics.
“It’s easy to get Wade to behave, you just have to go down to his level of...eccentricity. And see, since you know him, no grown man wedgies!” She tilted her head, blinking. “Of course I bought him one, silly! He didn’t have one yet! I also got him a giant gatling gun for his birthday that the army had in storage.”
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“Again, call it what you will, they’re still batons. And you’re saying you have to rig the voting for me to be labeled hot now?” Haha, now he was turning the tables around and making her have to fumble with her words, or probably not, she’d probably have something witty and ready to go. When she leaned in to kiss him, he returned the kisses, hands resting on either side of her hips when she straddled him, grinning against her lips as he looked into her eyes, “You’re getting in more and more precarious positions. I think you’re trying to trap me.”
He winked then, “Don’t stop though. And make sure I never wink again. Ever.”
“That’s right though, you are the cheerleader. Hey, look at me, finally dating the cheerleader. I assure you, that never happened for me. Liz Allen hated me, well not hated so much as she probably thought I was an actual part of the wall.”
Leaning forward he kissed at her chin, then her lips again while listening to her, “Who gets someone weapons like that? That man does way too much killing you know. I’d say someone needs to stop him, if it weren’t for the fact that he does usually fight for the right side. If they pay enough.”
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“No, that’s not what I...What I meant was...grrr…” she growled, glaring at Peter before huffing. “No more Peter kisses!” she declared..which lasted all of two seconds until he kissed her and she melted against him. She giggled, wiggling closer on his lap. “How precarious, and why would I need to trap you, Mr. Parker? Are you going to run away the second I get up?”
She giggled again, giving a cheer before kissing his nose. “See, you’re lucky. You’re dating the cheerleader, have a great job, and a super fun hobby…” She kissed his lips again. “Your life is pretty damn good, Peter Parker…”
As he spoke of Wade’s killing, Effie’s face fell. “I know...but I can’t judge him, it’s not my place...and weapons make him happy so...what else am I supposed to get him as gifts, tickets to a spa? He’d probably turn the jacuzzi’s into weapons of mass destruction.”
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“I don’t mean trap me, like keep me here, well actually I do mean that, but I don’t mean like I’m going to run away, but that you want me to make sure that I stay in this position, with you in that position. I think that makes sense, or some sense, and … no, I’m not going to stop Peter kisses, because they’re apparently the only power I have over you,” even still, as she shifted further into his lap, Peter found himself shifting back against the couch, shifting enough to ‘get comfortable’, though it wasn’t really discomfort as much as a desire to keep it less precarious. And not really so much as a desire, but as a ‘Peter Parker is terrified of showing that he actually likes it’ sort of thing.
“Who could make a jacuzzi into--nevermind. Actually, it wouldn’t be that hard, I can think of a few ways to do it right now. I mean the engineering behind it isn’t that difficult, I just… that’d require some quick thinking and very distinct tools I don’t think most are equipped with, when in a situation where a jacuzzi is necessary for a weapon of mass destruction.”
Peter managed to capture her lip with his own again, kissing her once more before nodding, “You’re right, I do have a good life. Though I don’t know if being Spider-Man’s so much a hobby as a second job… that I don’t get paid for.”
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“Aww, and I was going to chain you up in my closet,” she said, pouting at him, but let him scoot away, trying not to comment on the fact he was moving away from her. ...she may end up needing those chains though if he kept it up.
“It’s Wade,” she said, with emphasis. “If anyone can do it, he can...and maybe us...and Stark.” She nodded at that, before grinning as he kissed her again. As he did, she slid her hand down to his left hand, aiming it slightly behind them, pausing in the kiss to glance over her shoulder before hitting the trigger to his web shooter, yelping as their soda’s and the pizza box came flying. “DUCK!” she yelled, trying to both grab her items and not get hit by them, ending up with the pizza and a soda, the other slamming into her head. “Owe…”
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“Why the closet? What possible reason would you have to go with the closet? The bed makes some sense, the wall, even this couch here, but a closet? That’d get cramped real fast,” Peter managed to get out before she acknowledged the Wade comment and he shrugged, “True. Go Wade I guess. If that’s a thing most people are proud of, weaponizing jacuzzis.”
When her hand began to slip down his arm while they kissed, he was a bit worried about just what she was planning, until he felt her touch the webshooter and he grinned against her lips. Pulling back as she looked over her shoulder and throwing a hand up quickly to catch the thing as it bounced off her head. Setting it on the table next to them, he turned up a brow, “Now it’s all shaken up, and that webbing’s going to be there for like two hours.”
He kissed at her jaw this time before looking towards the slice of pizza, “Was my talk of Wade making you hungry?”
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“It’s a nice closet,” she said, pouting at him. “Walk in and it has pillows! And blankets...and cookies!” She rubbed her head, looking up at him. “You’re not mad I bogarted your shooters so that I didn’t have to get up?” she said, smiling at him. “And don't care, I have pizza!” She managed to get the box open and wiggle out a slice despite the webbing, taking a large bite. “Nope, but kissing is a work out!” she said around the slice, nodding in agreement with herself, chewing and swallowing before kissing him again, tasting of tomato. “Plus, I’ve been going non-stop for three days with barely any food, I’m taking advantage of being distracted to get a good meal.”
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“No, because I don’t think I want you to get up. If I’m allowed to say that,” Peter said between returned kisses and then made a face, “Nope, that’s not right. You have to eat. So eat, if you’ve gone that long… eat. Maybe I should stop distracting you with so many kisses so that you can eat, hmm? Be all at arm’s length, like a good boyfriend, letting you get your nutrients.”
“Just be careful with the shooters, if you control the button just right, you create web-bullets. They hurt like hell, but not deadly… not as of yet anyway. Might break something though,” said as he leaned back, taking a moment to look over the rather beautiful woman sitting atop him right now. Clearing his throat as he found he needed to shift in his seat once more.
“It’s weird that I find you attractive, even as you’re rubbing your head and eating a slice of pizza right? Like, that shouldn’t be one of those ‘god she’s hot’ moments, right?”
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“Afraid I might see something else rising if I get up?” she asked with innocent wide eyes, sipping her soda (once she managed to get it open without getting webbed to it. She pouted at his words about leaving her alone, tilting her head, a devilish glint in her eyes as she leaned close to his lips. “Did you know, that the typical male ejaculate contains fructose sugar, water, vitamin c, citric acid, enzymes, protein, phosphate and bicarbonate buffers and zinc? Those are an aweful lot of nutrients…”
She sat back, taking a bite of pizza, humming to herself before laughing (and almost snorting) as he asked his question. “I find you cute in red pajamas...we can be weird together.”
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“Uh, maybe, but I plead the fifth on that?” Peter grinned, clearing his throat as he said this, watching her eyes that were so falsely innocent, which nearly made him laugh, but actually only really made her that much more attractive and arousing. Why? He didn’t know, probably because it was simply her. Watching as she got open the soda, and the change in her look made him turn a brow, until she leaned closer.
Listening to her, he suddenly had to shift once more, though it really didn’t do much good, he wasn’t getting that much further from her at this point, and frankly he didn’t really want to. He cleared his throat, a few times, feeling a bit short of words at what she said and then nodded, “Well, I mean, I uhm… wow. I did not know that. It sounds very, uhm, nutritional actually. Maybe not necessarily good for you, but definitely filling…” He nearly hit himself, but instead just mentally facepalmed. Way to go all, whatever the hell that was Parker.
Instead, again, he then grinned, “Well, if it’s weird I don’t want to be normal.” His hands were idly brushing along her legs and thighs, as well as her hips as he watched her sitting there. It was obvious he was trying to find something smart, or suave to say, but he was failing miserably at every turn his brain went.
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Effie had to fight the urge to facepalm herself (something she had already done earlier). Instead, she shook her head, kissing him softly. “Fine, I’ll stop torturing you now…” She nipped at his lips, sitting back a bit, eating as he stroked her legs before letting out a giant yawn. She set the pizza crust down, shifting and falling against his chest, almost drawing her knees completely up. “Sleepy…” she muttered, the past three days catching up with her.
She curled more against him, her eyes slowly closing, her defenses lowering, proving just how much she trusted Peter, to allow him close while she was vunerable.
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Peter swallowed when she kissed him and then grinned when she leaned back, “I mean, it’s not really torture. I’m just, well, I mean… it’s not to say I am hating it at all…”
Peter then finally just shut himself up and wrapped his arms around her as she leaned and curled against him, feeling her body sagging a bit as it was obvious she was getting more relaxed and falling asleep. Laughing a bit as he shook his head, “You are all over the place, Effie. But yea, it’s been a long three days for you… you need some sleep.”
He then looked around, “I was going to be totally cute and lift you up and walk you to your bed, but I have no idea where your bedroo-- found it.”
Pushing to his feet as he lifted her up, he began to walk her towards the bedroom, slipping into it and laying her back on the bed, “There, now your back won’t break tomorrow…” He shook his head, before kissing her own, and then looked around. Something felt creepy about stripping and crawling into bed with a girl he just started dating… like… an hour ago. So, instead, he just shrugged and moved to the other side of the bed. Dropping full spider-tights and everything.
It was kind of like a snuggie.
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“I’m formerly hyper and horny...now I’m sleepy and horny,” Effie mumbled against his chest. She was about to answer about the bedroom but he had found it so she allowed herself to drift again, somewhere between wake and sleep.
When he dropped her into the bed, she curled on her side, arms clutching her Iron Man plushie, smiling softly as he kissed her head, giving a soft sigh. There was a gap, long enough for him to climb into bed before her arm raised, pointing vaguely towards the closet...and vaguely towards Peter’s left nostril. “Jammi-jams, bottom drawer of the second dresser, there’s a few pairs from the fundraiser, they’re wrapped up and clean...if you want.”
Her hand dropped, finger almost going up his nose, the rest laying across his face.
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“How can you be sleepy and horny? Doesn’t horny require energy? I’m confused, except… I’m not really… and you have an Iron Man plushie. I’m sleeping with my boss tonight, god help me. I need a psychiatrist,” Peter grinned then blinked when her hand hit his face and he blinked a few more times before taking hold of her hand and putting it down against his chest instead.
“I’ll just take the suit off, when you’re good and asleep and I don’t feel like I’m totally being weird. Or would that be weirder--god help me, I suck at this. Gwen and I never--nope, not sharing those stories.”
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“No, sex requires energy...being horny requires being horny...and possibly eye candy.” She peeked out at him, holding up her tiny plush Iron Man. “Timmy won him on our first date,” she said, making the little plushie dance. “I’ve slept with him ever since. I also have a Spidey plushie.” She yawned, eye closing. “And a Batman blushie..and a Captn’ America…” her words slurred slightly, but her eye opened again.
“Get naked already...and I will get those stories eventually.”
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“Well, I wont’ be naked. I mean… it’s not like I don’t wear underwear under the suit, though I really should stop. It can chafe. Bad,” still, Peter shrugged and slipped out of bed to remove his costume. First boots, then shirt, which he tossed over her face to hide her eyes as he stripped down and then climbed back into the bed. Curling up under blankets to keep the cold off of him, though in all actuality it was quite warm out.
“You’re not getting those stories, because I doubt you really want to hear those stories. I don’t want you judging poor little inexperienced, one-girlfriend for like a year me. That’s dangerous for my street cred.”