congrats on 1k sweetheart!!
i have a blurb request! for peter with the fluff dialogue prompt: “texting you until midnight is nice, but being able to hold you until midnight is a thousand times better" 🤍
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Fluff 1 - 27. "texting you until midnight is nice, but being able to hold you until midnight is a thousand times better"
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Holding your body all night || pp.
W/c – 580
"Are you sure it's okay for me to stay over?" You asked Peter as you were both in his bed, watching Bridgerton.
"Yeah, it's no problem." Peter had talked about you staying the night for some time now, and as much as you wanted to – you really did – you were for some reason also nervous. This would be a new very intimate step in your relationship.
"But what about May?"
"May won't be phased by it, I promise." Peter couldn't see a single reason as to why you shouldn't stay, but he still got the impression that something was in the way. "Do you not want to stay over?" Peter asked with a small pout.
"No! I definitely want to," you told him as you held his cheeks in your hands. "I'm sorry if I made it seem like I don't want to, cause I do. I just don't want to ruin your sleep."
"Why would sleeping over ruin my sleep?" Peter asked, generally confused.
"Well you deserve a good sleep after your patrol, you must be tired." You explained your thoughts to him.
"I promise you, you staying over will only make it better." He tilts your head up with his index finger on your chin, and moves down to plant a soft kiss on your lips.
As the time passed, so did your nerves, Peter’s words helped a lot, and now you were just excited. You were still in his bed watching Netflix, though you had changed to Gilmore Girls. And now you were also laying down, Peter’s arms hugging your body from behind as he spooned you.
The time went by, and neither of you noticed how late it had gotten, that was until you yawned.
"Tired?" Peter asked you with his soft voice.
"A little, what time is it?" Peter grabbed his phone, hitting the powerbuttun, and the screen lit up, clearly showing the time: 01.07 am.
"We should probably go to sleep." He told you, you simply nodded your head. Peter placed a kiss to your cheek, as he shifted away from you, and got up from the bed.
He went over to his drager, and pulled out his pyjama pants. You sat up in his bed, the covers laying over your lap, as you watched him change his pants. It was when he took off his shirt that you spoke up.
"Hand it to me." He turned around –abs on full display– and saw your arms that were extended, asking him to hand you his shirt, and he did so, no questions asked.
You told him to turn around, as you removed your own shirt and bra, and replaced it with his. His cent overtaking everything else, but you weren’t complaining.
The two of you brushed your teeth standing next to each other, smiles shared through the mirror. And Peter told you over and over again, how good you looked in his shirt, though it was a little hard to understand him, as he tried speaking and brushing his teeth at once.
Not soon after, you were both lying under his covers. He laid on his back, as you were cuddling into his side, with your head on his chest. His strong arms were hugging your body impossibly closer to his own.
"Texting you until midnight is nice, but being able to hold you until midnight is a thousand times better," Peter whispered to you, and planted yet another kiss on your skin.
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