Re: pete's house: gwen & peter
I have my own council. [Just as smug, but his cutting down on words was definitely intentional. Long-winded verbal battles had been overshadowed by, you know, kissing. And touching.] Continual science is not a thing. Continually. [Okay, so maybe that didn't even make sense. He was just spewing words at this point and he didn't even care; he was so far past the point of logic he couldn't see it anymore. It wasn't even a dot, or a speck. It was nothing. And yeah, so Peter didn't actually read Cosmo, but the look she gave him made him smile and his expression went all puppy-dog adoration when she shuddered. It was really, really endearing—and, okay, kind of hot too. The whimpering and the shuddering, those things he definitely liked.
Half of him expected Aunt May to interrupt at any moment, but maybe all the fervent prayers that she wouldn't were actually paying off. Whatever the reason they were still uninterrupted, Peter would take it for as long as he could. Besides, he was so caught up in what to do with his stupid hands—up or down?—that there wasn't much thought left over to give to anything beyond her and this room.
He regretted saying anything when she stilled, even though her assertion that she didn't expect this to mean anything had to be addressed. Like, now. That aside, it didn't mean he was thrilled that all the touching and hip-shifting he liked so much had stopped.] There's no one else. [He was just as breathless, just as warm, and he couldn't stop either of those things even if he tried.] I wouldn't be here if—anyway, no. It's you, Gwen. Just you. [Totally, completely cheesy, but he went with it, and he took all that breathlessness and kissed her again.]