Re: pete's house: gwen & peter
[Peter knew she was teasing him, and he knew just as well that he was playing right into it. Willingly.] Kind of? Hey, I don't even know those guys! [Yeah, rebellious, that was totally him. Next thing everybody knew he'd be wearing leather jackets and smoking cigarettes outside—pool halls? Bars? Wherever rebels hung out. Sure, Gwen could be pushy, but he liked to think—in different ways, maybe—that he was pushy too. Sometimes he was a pushover, but he had his own stubborn streak. And, luckily, he hadn't lost it.] It probably is easier. [He tipped his head to the side, and his expression became something knowing.] But then you wouldn't be you. Which—isn't a bad thing. I like that you're you. We all need someone to keep us on track every now and then, though.
[Her teasing about being a better him made him stick out his tongue, because clearly he was a mature adult and knew how to express himself.] My webs didn't need improving! My style is unique. It's classic. [Which would've been more convincing if he wasn't laughing while he spoke, but for the first time in what felt like ages it was easy to laugh. Things weren't perfect, nothing ever was—
But she was there, she was real and solid and she wasn't pushing him away; all good things, in his opinion.
It was so her to tell him not to shush her in the middle of a makeout session. He would've said something back, but her fingers slipped under his shirt, warm against skin, and suddenly it was hard to breathe, never mind talk. He shifted closer when she rolled onto her hip, and his kiss became a little more eager, breath hitching and fingers sliding to the nape of her neck and pressing in.] I can shush you if I want to. [Way belated, and no space, nu-uh, his lips brushed hers as he spoke.] Good to know. [Smile.] You still kiss nice too. [He nudged closer, closer, bold fingers trailing down her back.] I missed you, Gwen. [That was a whisper, more breath than words, earnest.]