Re: pete's house: gwen & peter
[Peter backed down a little when Gwen mentioned her dad. Guilt over Captain Stacy's death still lingered, even now, and he'd probably always blame himself. Sure, he'd learned how to cope, how to move on, but some things never went away; they just faded. Wounds healed with scars left behind. But scars, he thought, just reminded them of where they'd been, the things that shaped the people they were today. That wasn't a bad thing.] Okay. I get it. [There wasn't a sure way for her to ever know how he felt, though, not if she couldn't trust him to be honest.] Okay, well, Carnage is gone. We'll have our lull. We'll have time for me to finally convince you that I know what I want. [Because he'd never been one to give up easily, and she was worth fighting for.
He laughed when she said he was supernaturally sweet.] It's a gift. [Then her hands were on his waist, her knee nudging at his thigh, and he shuffled closer without thinking. It was an unconscious desire to be near her, really, no breathing room required, and he made a muffled sound of pleasure against her mouth when her tongue slid between his lips. He responded in kind, one hand moving down to the small of her back to pull her against him as she tugged at his waistband.] Uh-huh. [Breathless. Yeah, sure, one more minute.]