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He was melting, he had to be. Sinking in your embrace, legs tangled together, he listened to your soft breathing break the quiet in the air. He was in love. If you asked him to stay like this forever, he would. Peter couldn't imagine a more perfect scenario.
He was the first to wake up, always was. Being a light sleeper did not have many perks, especially when he would return from patrol just shy from the sunrise. However, when the thing that woke him up was you turning in your sleep to pull yourself close to him? A far better bargain than sleeping.
His heart raced. Peter closed his eyes, enjoying your warmth. Your shampoo wafted up to his nose, your hair tickling his arm. He snaked his hand over yours and gently squeezed. Sleep wouldn't come to him now. Fully awake, too many thoughts ran through his mind for him to even consider being tired.
He glanced at the alarm clock. A little past seven, it read. You normally didn't wake up until eight. Peter closed his eyes and focused on calming himself. As he did, his thumb rubbed over your knuckles. You unconsciously pulled closer to him and he smiled.
See, you'd only moved in a few weeks ago. Before this, sleepovers were rare with Peter's schedule. As it was your second year of dating, Peter thought it was only right to give you a key to his apartment and you took it a step further and moved in completely. For Peter, it had to be the best thing ever.
Holding you every night, even if only for a few hours before you left for work, he loved it. Relished every second of it. You living here meant more time together. He could kiss you whenever, night or day. Hug you, breathe you in, hear you laugh. Was he whipped for you? Had to be.
Heaven, all he could think to call it. You here was pure heaven.
Your deep inhale and the shift of your hand under his indicated you were beginning to stir. He stopped rubbing your knuckles, worried he woke you up on accident. Too lost in thoughts to remember to be still.
You tilted your head back to look up at him with a sleepy gaze. Voice hoarse, you gave a half-assed smile. "Peter?"
You were so beautiful. He smiled brightly in return. "Morning."
"What time is it?"
"Little past seven. Did I wake you?"
You shook your head, snuggling closer to him. He swore his heart leaped out of his chest. Peter tensed. Two years, and you still made him fall in love every time. Like a boy with a crush, and it grew with every little thing you did.
"No," you grumbled, "but I'm cold."
Peter couldn't exactly see your problem. The blankets wrapped around you both snugly.
You grabbed a fistful of his shirt. "Go back to sleep, bug."
"I can't."
"Why?"
You.
Peter made a sound and pursed his lips. "Not tired."
You pushed yourself up on your elbow, squinting at him. He gave a weak smile. Shaking your head, you planted your hand over his eyes.
"Close them."
Peter laughed. He took hold of your wrist and brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your palm. "What if I want to look at you?"
"Don't," you simply said. Falling back onto the pillow, you rolled on top of him and placed both hands over his eyes. "You came back three hours ago. There's no way you're not tired."
He wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled to his side. You huffed as your head hit the pillow, hands still over his eyes. The grogginess started to fade, but you were determined to get Peter back to sleep. He would not leave this bed until he got proper sleep.
You've only been here a few weeks but it was long enough to be concerned about his sleeping habits. Living a double life meant little time to rest and, as today was your day off, you didn't plan on getting up anytime soon. You'd make Peter get his due rest.
His eyelashes batted against your palm, tickling you. Peter smiled as you squirmed and mumbled for him to stop it. He played the oblivious card as if he didn't know what he was doing to you. His smile widened before he puckered his lips, fighting past your hands to kiss you. He missed, of course, and planted a wet one on your cheekbone.
"Bug brain." You oh so affectionately took one hand off of his face to wipe your cheek, smearing the saliva on his shirt. "If you don't go to sleep right now, I'm going to take matters into my own hands."
Peter raised his brows. "Well, now I'm curious."
You blanked. Blinking a few times, you glanced from him to the ceiling. Both hands off his face, you patted his chest.
"I got nothing."
"I figured."
"But." You pressed your finger to the tip of his nose and pressed down, flattening it. With a smile, you laughed. "You need to sleep. Take it easy. It's our day off."
"Our?" His voice came out nasally.
You nodded. "Yep. So, sleep. We aren't leaving here anytime soon."
"We aren't?"
"Nope." You wrapped your arms around him and held him impossibly close. Face buried in his chest, you breathed in his scent. "We're going to stay like this."
You said it. It wasn't a request, but a demand. He only imagined you saying this to him when he woke up but here you were, ordering him to do the only thing he wanted to ever do. Peter squeezed you tighter. Your voice muffled against him but he couldn't be any happier.
He smiled to himself. "Oh no. Whatever will I do?"
"You sound less than miffed."
"No, no. I'm very miffed." Peter closed his eyes, resting his chin on your head. "Guess we'll have to stay like this forever."
You snorted. "Yeah, okay. Bug brain."
Peter could say with complete certainty that he was in heaven. A whole day in bed with you? It was a dream come true. He didn't plan on moving, just keep you here wrapped up in his arms.
He couldn't get enough of you.