Re: pete's house: gwen & peter
[He said he got it, and that was enough for now. He was right about Carnage being gone, and maybe stuff could finally chill for an acceptable period of time. She didn't expect things to ever be completely calm, because they lived in a comic book. Before she'd realized their sources, she'd maybe harbored hopes of this totally quiet life where he gave up the tights, but she knew better now, and she'd adjusted her expectations accordingly.
He laughed and claimed his sweetness was a gift, which totally led to her pinching the skin at his waist, just above his jeans on both sides, but the way he shuffled closer made her forget all about retribution. She was only thinking about kissing him, and she leaned against him when he pulled her close.] Yeah. [Okay. What had she just agreed to? Because she had absolutely no idea.] Stop being distracting. [Which she was sure he was doing, and her forgetfulness was all his fault. It had nothing to do with how warm his skin felt beneath fingers that slipped back and forth against his sides, and she was kissing him deeper, if no more schooled, and she kind of wanted to-
Whoa, whoa. Nope. A month.] A month. [She said it aloud, without even realizing it, as she pulled back and made herself move waaaaaaay over to the window. Okay. Better. Distance.] You can write me a letter. Or make me a mix tape. We can be totally 80s oldies. [It was super silly, and her cheeks were fire-engine red, but she kind of wasn't sorry she'd said it, and she really had developed a fondness for the time period during Ms. Carter's unexpected adolescence.]