Re: pete's house: gwen & peter
Kind-of old me isn't me. [And, just because she told him not to, Peter scoffed. Again.] Maybe it wasn't good for him, but still, you're not a robot. [Hey, he could be stubborn too. But he kind of felt guilty when Gwen started talking about how close her and Harry had been, because he knew he hadn't been around for that and it wasn't really fair to judge a situation he wasn't part of.] I know, I know. I'm not saying you should turn your back on him—but you deserve better. [No matter how deep their bond went, Harry had no right to treat Gwen—or anyone else, for that matter—as horribly as he had a tendency to. As for being fixated on the good stuff, he shrugged.] Someone has to be. I'm willing to take on that responsibility. [He laughed.] Right, I'll get on that. Have a nice chat with my psyche and work it out.
[Okay, so there was a chance Aunt May might wake up. But he liked her laughter too much to care, and he didn't bother trying to shush her.] You were totally not. And even if Mr. Osborn was here, that wouldn't mean I was doomed. [He huffed.] Saying it fast doesn't make it any more true, just so you know.
[Okay, and then she was staring. Peter found himself thinking about how blue her eyes were, and how her hair looked, and the way her cheeks flushed and made her look even prettier. Stupid, sappy stuff that made him really glad nobody could hear his thoughts. He didn't want to blame anything on science, and Aunt May would only kick her out if she knew she was here—or maybe not, she'd always liked Gwen—but he managed to sum all that up pretty simply.] Shhh. Shushing her made all that go away, and then his eyes were closed and he was kissing her and he thought, worried, maybe she'd pull back, away, but she didn't. She didn't, and her fingers closed around his shirt, and he got a fuzzy feeling in his chest when she finally kissed him back.
It didn't feel weird. It didn't feel wrong, like he was kissing a clone or a copy. It felt, simply, like it had in the museum, like it had before—it felt like he was kissing Gwen, the girl he was kind of really crazy about. And hey, that was enough for him. He leaned forward a little more, freeing up one hand so he could run his fingers through her hair. And he kissed her slow, not because he was tentative but because he wanted to savour it.]