Being Spiderman keeps Peter very busy, something that you admire but sometimes it makes things difficult.
Warnings: just fluff y'all
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The last five kisses Peter had given you had been rushed; not that you were counting or anything.
He had woken up late one morning, missed the train, and had to swing as Spiderman as close to school as he dared, only leaving him time to press one fleeting kiss to your hair before dashing off to his class at the opposite end of the building.
A few days later you were the last one to be called to give a presentation in history class and Peter could only give a quick congratulatory kiss to your cheek afterward before the two of you were herded into the hallway.
He was exhausted during your next Netflix date and had only kissed the back of your intertwined hands once before he fell asleep, as opposed to the usual dozens of times.
Aunt May had interrupted the next one, which she admittedly did often. Peter’s head was rested on your shoulder as you sat in his room watching the rain together and May opened the door just as Peter had pressed a chaste kiss to your neck, making him almost give you a concussion with how quickly his head snapped upright.
The most recent one was your favorite type, though it was as disappointingly short as the last few. Peter made it a routine to leave for his nightly Spiderman rounds through your bedroom window and he had his mask tugged up just enough to press his lips to yours when police sirens from the street below tore him away from you and your wanting mouth.
When he crawled back into your room later that night, you’d had enough. But you had no idea how to tell him that.
“Babe, you didn’t have to wait up for me,” Peter laughed as soon as he dropped down from the ceiling. “Not that I don’t love seeing your face.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself. Thanks for not getting too hurt,” you joked.
He pulled the mask off, ruffled his hair, and stepped closer. “Get some sleep now, ok?”
Just like you feared would happen, he pressed a quick kiss on your lips and strode past you to the door, only stopping when you called out to him.
“Peter, wait…”
There was panic in his eyes as soon as he swiveled around and rushed back over to glance around your face. “Babe are you ok? What’s wrong, are you hurt?”
“No, I’m ok. I promise.” You took his strong hands in yours and just held them, clutching them for support as you fought for the right words. “It’s just been a busy few weeks for both of us and I miss you. I know it’s kinda selfish and you’re not being a bad boyfriend at all, I just –”
“No! You’re not selfish,” he pleaded, crushing you in a hug and letting you feel each word rumble from his chest to yours. “God, I miss you, too. I’m stupid for not balancing things better.”
Your fingers moved from dawdling at his neck to pulling gently at his hair so you could be face to face again. “Don’t blame yourself, I’ve told you that. Can I just have a real kiss that lasts longer than two seconds?”
“All you wanted was a kiss? Wow, you’re easy to please. Ow – hey!”
You laughed and rubbed the spot on his shoulder that you’d slapped only to be stopped in your tracks by a breathtaking kiss from Peter. He cupped your face tenderly, sending a sweet heat through your chest and silencing every nagging thought you could’ve had. It was much too soon when he pulled away and so you made your move, melding your mouth back with his and dragging him closer.
Both of you were gasping for air by the time you broke away, and Peter’s precious eyes sparkling at yours made you burst into giggles.
“I’ll make sure to give you real kisses more often,” Peter promised.
