Chapter 22 - Enjoying Each Other

Saturday / April - 4 - 2015

Three weeks.

Three whole weeks had gone by since Connors' unfortunate incident and Peter's decision to stop wearing the mask; giving up the mantle of Spider-Man.

Three weeks since Peter gave up a part of himself away just around the one year anniversary of his uncle's death and Spider-Man's official birth. Two weeks away from that unfortunate anniversary actually.

And Peter felt lost. Miserable so.

He felt broken and incomplete, as if now an essential part of himself was forcefully removed from him. Stripped and ripped off from him. And he craved it.

Almost in an obsessive manner.

Because he misses it dearly. He wants to feel the air flowing past him as he swung through the city he loves so much. He misses the adrenaline he felt when he fell down, only to be shot in the air once again with the help of his webs. He regrets seeing crime being committed as he does nothing about it.

… he even misses the feeling of his face being hidden under the fabric of his mask. It brought him a comfort he couldn't really explain, as though he was always meant to have that extra layer on him.

But now it's gone.

And because of it, Peter knows he should be feeling happy.

His grades are returning to what they were, he has been making more around the house to help May, he is getting along swimmingly with all his friends, and even with many of his classmates he usually doesn't talk to!

And his internship with Dr. Octavius… it's going well for Peter but…

The Monday after Connors 'incident', the city viewed Otto's project as a failure. A non profitable project that was only draining the city's funds with nothing to show for it.

The doctor was devastated to say the least. More so because soon after the doctor lost the city's grant, most - if not all - of the investors began quitting the financial support as well, rendering Otto with no other choice than to leave the big lab they had in order to set up everything in a smaller place.

One that awfully resembled an abandoned warehouse.

Adding to that, Otto was forced to either fire his employees, or see them take a voluntary leave because of the budget cuts.

… At least the doctor seems to appreciate Peter's help enough to keep paying him - although less than before - and having him around, even when he doesn't have enough money to be doing so. Something that really makes Peter even more appreciative of the older man.

But the single best thing that Peter has seen improvement in, is with his relationship with Emma. These last three weeks have been nothing short of amazing for the two teens.

It seemed like those two lovebirds really missed each other on the two week spring break they spent away from each other, so they used every opportunity they had to be together. And that ranged from sticking like glue in class to hanging out till their curfews every day.

… at least when they both had their afternoons free, given how not only Peter is someone super-busy all the time - even without Spider-Man - but Emma is as well with all the responsibilities that comes with being an heir to the Frost family.

But they make do with the effort each puts into seeing each other.

The only real downside that Peter found when spending all of his time with her was that his wallet really struggled to keep up with Emma and her tastes.

But Peter wouldn't trade these past few days with Emma for anything short of a guilt free mind. Yeah… like that would happen.

But besides his time with Emma… he knows he should be happy. But he simply is not. How could he be when-?

"Look, Peter, that is the one!" Emma exclaimed happily, snapping Peter out of his thoughts while they walked the streets with their arms linked.

Emma is wearing a white tube skirt that reaches a few inches up from her knees, a white form-fitting backless shirt with a large blazer hanging from her shoulders and white high heels, giving her almost three whole inches over Peter in height.

How the white blazer remained there without falling even when their arms are linked, Peter might never know.

Still, Emma looks as stunning as always with her 'face card' finishing off her whole look. This time she's wearing heavier makeup - with blue highlights, of course - but still properly applied, successfully making her look as gorgeous as possible with diamond earrings that shine almost as brightly as her hypnotizing blue eyes.

He in part is wearing his usual suit, that yes, it has been somewhat overused in the last year, but Emma assured him that if he got rid of the tie and shirt and instead wore a black T-shirt he would look, and I quote, 'absolutely ravishing'.

Her way of saying that made Peter embarrassed, but it was obvious that she loved playing dress-up with him, so he wore what she asked him to with no problem.

They were also having this date night because it's her special day today, so of course he would indulge her and wear whatever the hell she wants him to wear.

*Whistle* "Looks fancy. Shall we?" Peter asks his date as he looks over to her with what he hopes is a charming smile.

She nods excitedly and starts dragging him over to the building, where Emma chose to have her 16th birthday dinner with just him.

They are both unaware of a man having a date of his own who recognized Peter due to his enhanced senses. This man takes a moment to hear the voice, heart beat and overall 'feeling' that the now named boy gives off before mentally confirming something to himself with frustration.

'… damn it, that's definitely Spider-Man and now I know his name' Matt Murdock thinks to himself with a groan as he pinches the bridge of his nose and his eyes closed tightly in frustration. 

He didn't mean to learn his identity like that, and he could probably pretend like he doesn't know, but if the roles were reversed, he'd like for Spider-Man to confess to knowing his name.

Although he was a little relieved to see the younger hero since Matt hadn't heard anything from Spider-Man for the last three weeks, and that was starting to worry him due to the possibility of something bad happening to him.

But here was the teenager, clearly with a date of his own about to enter the french restaurant he just got dragged out of by his own date.

"Matt? You okay?" Asked Matt's date after a few seconds of watching him groan while pinching his nose.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, yeah. Just uh, remembered something I need to do" Matt answered as he shot a charming smile in her general direction.

"Oh, does that mean you have to leave? I was hoping you were coming over for a… cup of coffee or something to my apartment~" the woman said seductively as she hooked Matt's arm to her chest.

'… Spidey's secret can wait a few hours, not like I'll forget it or something' Matt rationalized with himself as he chuckled softly "No, of course I don't have to leave. And I'd love that… cup of coffee"

"What about that thing you had to do?" Asked the woman with curiosity in her voice.

"It can wait" Matt said as he started walking away from the restaurant with his stick in his right hand and the girl in his left arm.

"Yay~" the woman cheered quietly and sensually, prompting Matt to chuckle once again.

….

"Oh, hello. Welcome to 'Le Grande Boucherie', do you have a reservation?" The pretty black haired hostess of the restaurant greets Peter and Emma as soon as Peter opens the door for the blonde and she steps in - feeling somewhat amused to see such a young looking couple entering for a date. 

It's not that unusual to see youngsters like them in a date like this in such a big city, but it's always eye catching and sweet. 

"We do. Under the name 'Frost' " Emma answers easily with her regal tone - without even saying hello back.

This makes Peter wave awkwardly and friendly at the hostess from behind Emma, while this one awaited almost impatiently to be serviced.

"Table for two, right this way" The hostess answers after checking the computer - feeling even more amused by the difference between the couple's attitudes as she starts walking to their table.

Peter, looking around, felt a little intimidated by how expensive everything looked. He had already spent a shit ton of money on Emma's gift - which he has on the pocket of his jacket - so this would really be one big hit to his already poor finances.

And without his usual earnings from taking pictures for Spider-Man, that meant that he can only rely on the money Dr. Octavius gives him.

The only saving grace Peter had was that he saved as much money as he could over the Spring Break since Emma was away.

Money that was going to fly away in just one night…

But he kept that for himself, as he didn't want Emma to worry about anything and just allow herself to enjoy her birthday dinner.

So as always, Peter offers a chair to Emma and seats her while she smiles pleased at his actions.

She knows that it is an outdated tradition for a man to seat a woman, but since it's Peter, she knows that this is the way he was raised and he does so for the sole intent of being courteous with her. Which weirdly works since it makes Emma feel appreciated when he does little things like this.

"Here you go, princess~" Peter says in a humorous - almost theatrical voice as he pushes Emma's seat forward, gaining a little giggle from the blonde and another amused smile from the hostess, who gives them their menus and walks away to give them privacy.

" 'Princess'. It's not the first time you've referred to me in such a way" Emma says as she looks at Peter with a knowing smile "is that the 'pet name' you've chosen for your lovely girlfriend?"

"Hehe, you, uh - do you dislike it?" Peter asks nervously with his face red as he sits down on her right side of the table, instead of being in front of each other.

"On the contraire. I find it quite humorous and honestly cute" Emma said, entertained at her boyfriend's flustered face, even after 4 months of dating "and above all, I find it fitting for myself".

*Chuckle* "Yeah, you do have an air of royalty about you" Peter answers while laughing at Emma's prideful face.

They were momentarily interrupted by their waitress, asking them about their drinks and choice in appetizers. Peter, being the one that has never been to a French restaurant before, didn't even try to voice an opinion; leaving all that to Emma instead, even what he was going to be eating as a main dish.

He could only hope that the bill wouldn't go over $376 dollars, since that is all the money he has to his name. After that, he's got absolutely nothing - nowhere.

But he wouldn't let something like that ruin this night for him. Seeing the happy look on Emma's face was more than compensation enough for him

….

"Hey, Pete? I've been meaning to ask you… are you back to - your 'nightly activities'?" Emma asks Peter as the waitress takes away their empty plates. Mainly from Peter's side since he finished Emma's food for her once she was done.

"W-wha-? Uhm, n-no… not yet" Peter stammered nervously at the mention of his secret identity, which he already got rid of, in the middle of a restaurant "why do you ask?"

"You look tired. More so than usual - like 'back then' " Emma says as she refers to when Peter would go out at unholy hours of the night to punch criminals. Only to ask with some worry laced in her tone "are you sleeping well?"

"Uhm…"

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Flashback - That Same Day / 4 A.M.

*Sobs*

*BZZZ*

That was the first things Peter Parker recognized from wherever he was. Someone crying - almost inconsolably, and a high pitched-intense buzzing.

"Peter…" a voice called to him. A voice he knew very well. It belongs to a kid he failed - a sweet, happy and fun kid that died a horrible death "…please, I need help".

*BZZZ*

Billy Connors was crying, pleading for help as Peter refused to open his eyes while having both hands on his ears to stop the voice from reaching him. An effort made in vain.

"…shut up…" Peter answers weakly and pathetically as he refused to see or hear the kid he failed. He can't do it.

He's not strong enough.

*BZZZ*

"Please, Peter… m-my mom…" Billy kept on calling for him from who knows where while the buzzing became more intense and unbearable, making Peter tremble from his position.

But what position was he in?

The brown haired teen felt light, as if he was floating around nowhere while the only thing he could recognize was the strain of his eyelids as he fought to keep them close while his hands were pressed hard against his ears.

Thanks to that, Peter was blind to any light and deaf to any sound other than the poor boy's cries and that awful buzzing noise; unable to feel and taste anything.

He was alone, with only the reminder of his failure.

"Spider-Man! Please!" The boy started wailing harder and harder as Peter fought his urge to see what the boy was dealing with, for he already knows what he's up against.

"Shut up" he mutters weakly; his whole body trembling as he starts feeling his right arm wet.

"Look!" Demands Billy, sounding closer to Peter than before.

"I-I won't!" Peter refused as the smell of blood invaded his nose and overwhelmed him. His chest is pounding because of his heart and he thinks it's going to explode any minute now.

"YOU HAVE TO!" Billy yells as his voice starts changing. Into what? Peter doesn't know. Peter doesn't want to know.

"I DON'T!" Peter yells back as he fights the urge he has to throw up whatever may be inside of his stomach at the putrid smell that surrounds him.

"LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE, HERO!"

"NO! NO! NO!"

"LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT MY MOM!"

"I WON'T! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!"

"LOOK AT MY FATHER! LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE YOU MURDERE-"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FU-"

*CRKK* *SQUELCH*

Peter and Billy started yelling on top of one another, making their screams almost unintelligible and drowning the buzz in between their shouts. But Peter heard and understood every single word that Billy Connors was screaming for Peter, and he really didn't want to hear any of that.

So, repeating history, Peter threw his fist forward to stop the little kid he once spent an afternoon with and ultimately liked, to try and silence him. Unfortunately for Peter, his fist went through something he was never going to be able to forget.

He punched through a human being once again.

The skin, ribs, lungs, heart - the feeling of each of those things being torn apart as Peter's fist went through a person was something that was deeply tattooed on his subconscious.

Something that he will never forget.

Something that happened again.

*Ahhh* Peter whimpered quietly as he opened his eyes. Eyes that widened in terror when he saw who he had impaled this time.

It wasn't Curt Connors, the man he truly and originally killed with his bare hand. It wasn't Billy Connors, the kid he had failed and is now trying to stop from talking.

"Son…?" It was none other than Ben Parker, the only father Peter had truly ever known. Originally and indirectly killed by Peter's actions, now being literally killed by his own hand.

Ben looked as pale as Peter found him that fateful day, now with more blood coming out of his mouth and nose; vivid crimson red painting his white-ghostish face. His eyes, once looking at him so gently and with so much life and love on them, now turned into a pair of red scleras with tears threatening to come out.

Watery and glassy eyes that reflected Peter's own crumbling and devastated face in them.

"B-Ben…" Peter whimpered as the older man started sliding off Peter's arms into the floor. Floor that Peter recognized to be Connors' basement with fire and sewage surrounding them both all over the place.

"No, no, no, no…" Peter quickly kneeled beside his uncle and helped him settle into the ground while whimpering denials in a broken and quiet voice.

Now laying in the same position that Peter found him seconds before his death, Ben's bloodied form starts trying to speak.

"Peter… what have you done?" Ben muttered weakly with blood still running down from his mouth.

However, now instead of holding Ben's hand with his right hand, Peter kept his murderous arm away from the older man as his fingers twitched heavily and almost painfully in horror.

Ben's eyes reflected fear. Not because of the idea of his imminent death, but because of the teen who he once knew to be a son to him. Son that, instead of looking at him with his gentle brown eyes, was gazing down at him with violent and evil red, glowing ones.

"I-I didn't… meant to, Ben. Please - please believe that-that I-" Peter tried to find words to excuse himself, but nothing was coming to mind. He, and only he, was responsible for all of this.

*RRROOOOAAAAWWWRRRR*

A very familiar roar made itself known in front of Peter, making the teen look up from his dying uncle to see the disturbing and sickening half-complete transformation of Connors into The Lizard as it ran towards him with all fours. Clearly having an arm sized hole in his chest, dropping everything that makes up a living being as this one ran towards him. 

Peter could very easily see the corpses of Martha and Billy behind the approaching monster.

*BZZZ*

Flies swarming their now rotten bodies, making that awful buzzing noise that Peter has been hearing this whole time. One particularly big fly landed on Billy's forehead - head that is turned 180 degrees from his mangled body.

The eyes of the boy's corpse kept a betrayed and horrified look with his death eyes while his body laid lifelessly on the floor- discarded and mangled by his own father - staring directly into Peter's own.

*ROAWRGH!*

But before Peter could even think of doing something at the sight, the half-transformed mess of flesh, blood and growing scales that is Connors pounced at Peter with his claws stretched out to him and his maw wide open to reveal those terrifying sharp teeth.

It was close. So, so close to him and suddenly-

….

*GASP* Panting incredibly heavily while sitting up - with tears threatening to come out of his eyes - Peter woke up from his nightmare.

*HUFF - HUFF* Between his heavy breaths, Peter grabbed his shirt from in front of his heart and clenched his hand tightly to try and calm himself, which caused party of his shirt to rip under the pressure.

*BLRGH - SLAP* His attempt of calming down didn't work at all, since Peter got the urge to vomit right then and there.

Luckily for him, Peter's powers gave him sufficient speed to slap his mouth shut and reach the bathroom before he could empty his dinner on his bed like a toddler.

*BLAAARGH* sounded from Peter's bathroom as he let everything go, including one or two tears, as he did his disgrace there.

"I-it was just a nightmare… just another *huff* fucking nightmare" as if that would calm him down, Peter started saying that to himself as a reassurance once he was done in the toilet and he crawled backwards until his back hit the wall.

Not a single day since the 'incident happened has Peter been able to sleep properly. Whether it be from insomnia, his own conscious refusal to sleep or his nightmares, Peter has become an inactive night owl in three weeks.

Peter is no stranger to being up late at night, even before getting his powers.

But there was always some kind of activity keeping him up. Wether it be reading, tinkering with a broken device - even if something silly like the house's broken microwave - or, since last year, his duties as Spider-Man.

But now his lack of sleep has gone unnoticed by everyone due to his powers and the extra energy he is running with daily since he has not 'been' Spider-Man for three weeks.

Something Peter misses oh so dearly; something he even admits to himself in times like these that he should be out there, trying to avoid something like what happened to the Connors family or his uncle to happen ever again.

But he's scared.

Hes scared of many things. Of seeing something like what he saw again, of having that terrifying feeling of your own mortality displayed on the teeth of a wild animal… of losing.

But most of all, Peter is scared of himself because of what he can do. Of what he did.

So he feels unworthy of wearing the mask.

Trembling, Peter stands up from the ground and cleans himself and his mess up, to then exit the bathroom. Turning the lights of his room on, Peter crouches and reaches under his bed, from where he pulls out two wooden boxes.

Opening one, Peter sees the file he took from Connors's house in case it survived the fire, preventing the file and consequently the 'Lizard' serum to fall in the wrong hands.

Peter had promised himself that he would burn that accursed file away, but for some reason, he can't bring himself to do it.

*Sigh* sighing with disappointment in himself, Peter leaves the file back on its little box with his still-trembling hand.

His eyes shift from one box to the other; a darker and slightly bulkier box with a lock on it. Lock that had been opened a previous night, when something exactly like this happened to Peter a few days ago.

Hesitating to do so, Peter reaches out for that other box and places it in his lap. A heavy and relatively expensive wooden box that Peter purchased just some days after his uncle's death to keep something away from the rest of the world.

Opening the box, Peter sees it resting almost peacefully in a velvet cloth. Resting almost patiently for something.

The gun that killed his uncle.

Besides it, the only bullet that was left on the barrel that day.

Peter caresses the gun, passing the hem of his index and middle fingers from the barrel to the grip; very gently and carefully, etching the material in his head for the nth time while he feels something… unreal. Ethereal in nature. Whispering at him, telling him to… to…

*CLACK - GASP* Peter shuts back the box closed and takes a sharp and much needed inhale of air simultaneously. He then pushes both boxes under his bed, feeling his head throbbing and his heart pounding roughly against his chest.

Peter wipes a little cold sweat from his brow while standing up, taking as many deep breaths as he is able to; and he does so because, unaware of this fact, Peter had stopped breathing the moment he grabbed the larger box.

Ever since he had gotten out of that cold lake and had his little breathing problem, Peter found himself experiencing that particular moment two or three times again. Something he only notices when the need for air becomes painfully clear due to the way his body craves air.

Something that Peter had initially thought would pass on its own, but seems to be staying with him. A fact that Peter hates.

And the process that takes quite a while since Peter's lungs can handle a lot more time without air. It must be around ten minutes or so when Peter really starts feeling the way his throat begins to spasm ever so slightly, his head throb and his eyes redden with need.

*Eugh* Peter whimpers weirdly as he tries to calm himself down once he sits in his bed again, feeling his body returning to normal.

Looking at the watch on his night stand, Peter groans "…guess I won't sleep tonight either…".

End Flashback

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'Seems like Im starting to show signs of my sleeping problem' Peter mentally clicks his tongue in distaste, while he puts on an easy smile on his face. 

"Yeah, of course I'm sleeping well. Just stayed up late at night because of a project I'm working on" Peter lied through his teeth with practiced expertise, feeling ashamed of himself for dismissing Emma's worries like that.

"Darling, you know you shouldn't stay up at night like that" Emma started talking with humor in her voice; not noticing any deceptions at all "you'll stay a shorty if you do~"

"Shorty?! I- W-we're practically the same height!" Peter rebutted with an embarrassed flush on his face.

"That may be so, but when I walk with any high heels on, I feel as though I'm with a younger boy~" Emma said with theatrical dismay.

"Aren't you already with a 'younger boy'~?" Peter teased back, given how he is still 15 and Emma is already 16 "and speaking of, when is your 'debutante ball'? Do you have a date set?"

*Ugh* "They are thinking sometime in early June and, I mean, it's a great moment to make connections with people of high status, but the whole idea to present myself as an 'eligible bride' is insulting" Emma said with contempt at her upcoming event and a little happy at the topic change since she didn't have a reply to Peter's tease.

Now that she is 16, her debut to the 'high-society' will be made together with many other daughters and granddaughters of many important figures. Such as high ranking politicians, powerful business magnates and heirs to powerful houses.

And she looks forward to the ball.

Of course she does, it's almost everything Emma likes packed into a room! Except Peter and Chat of course. But the way she is supposed to show herself off to one of the men in there as a candidate for him to choose is not to her liking.

Or that's at least how the whole debutante ball thing started off many years ago, and now that tradition is gone, turning the ball into an excuse for the powerful people to have to mingle with each other. Thing she has already explained to Peter.

Even so, Emma finds the idea kind of insulting.

"Well, at least you'll still be able to go with Chat to LA when she moves, right?" Peter asks, knowing that Chat herself asked for Emma to come and stay with her for a week or so when she is all settled in.

"Oh yeah. I even managed to convince my mother to go there as a 'girls trip' because I already know she'll leave me by myself once her eye lands somewhere I'm not old enough to do" Emma talked somewhat excitedly in the first part, only to grumble the last.

"That's… nice?" Peter said awkwardly, not really knowing what response would be appropriate for that last part.

Emma's family's dynamic is something Peter always treads carefully around when she brings it up, knowing there's too much baggage in there for him to run his mouth freely.

And it's something she knows makes him slightly nervous, since she knows he wants to help her, but doesn't know how.

And honestly? She doesn't want him to help her any other way than what he already does for her. Which is being there for her, supporting, caring and truly looking at her - just like he is doing right this instance.

So shaking her head slightly, Emma smiled softly at Peter and reached for his hand on the table "This is nice Peter. I'm really glad my parents didn't want to do anything on the same day of my birthday and allowed us to come".

"It really is nice" Peter said equally as softly as he rubbed his thumb over Emma's hand with a happy and almost dumb smile that Emma deeply enjoys; wanting to believe that he only smiles like this for her "Happy birthday, princess~".

*Snort* "You're such a dork" Emma couldn't help but laugh at the use of her recently official pet name; that melodious sound that warms and eases Peter's heart to no end; knowing she only laughs like that for him.

"You know you like it~" Peter answered in a singsong voice as Emma kept on laughing softly. She tried to hide her mouth with her free hand so as to not make so much noise which - seeing her wrist - reminded him of the gift he has for her "Oh! Right, I also got you this!"

Peter took his hand off from Emma's and reached into the pocket on the inside of his jacket, quickly fishing out a mint colored box with a white bow on it. The girl immediately identified the small box as the ones that they give at Tiffany - a jewelry store way above Peter's financial capacity.

"What is this?" Emma asks as Peter practically shoves the thing into her hands with a big smile. Prompting her to grab the box gently and undo the bow as Peter explained himself.

"Your birthday gift of course!" Peter says excitedly, but then his tone betrays his nerves "just uhm, I don't know if it's up to your standard or to your liking…".

Emma ignores Peter's last words as she opens her present. Inside it, she finds a 'Paloma Picasso' bracelet with a thin silver lining and two small diamonds in the form of two loving hearts.

Two loving hearts that in some weird way, Emma feels personal and intimate - as if it's meant to represent them both with one beautiful diamond each.

Emma, with a serious gaze, looked over the bracelet and traced it carefully with her hand. A little too slowly for the expectant and nervous Parker, who was starting to wonder if she didn't like it.

"I love it!" Luckily for Peter, Emma suddenly exclaims happily as she tries on the bracelet on her left hand and examines how it looks on her with a beaming smile.

"Really? Oh man, that's great!" Peter said as he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Emma, as he very soon found out after meeting her, has a very serious eye for anything tacky or 'out of fashion'. But her happy reaction is difficult to fake, so that tells him that she indeed loved it.

"I really love it, Peter" Emma says again as she sees and likes how it looks on her fair skin, but her smile soon fades, making her look at Peter in worry "but wait, is it okay for me to have this?"

"Hm? What do you mean?" Peter asks with a confused expression on his face, not understanding her sudden worry.

"Isn't this very expensive?" Emma asks somewhat bluntly; knowing that, in Peter's standards, this must've cost him a fortune. And now he is even living without the money he earns from selling pictures of Spider-Man to the bugle.

She asks this bluntly because Peter's financial situation is no secret, and the boy is not ashamed of it by any measure. Despite his family's struggle with money, Emma has noticed that Peter has no real desire for wealth or anything like that.

As if he didn't value it.

But the answer is yes. It was indeed very expensive; $500 dollars expensive.

"Uhm, kinda?" Peter says lamely, trying to make Emma not worry about that "but c'mon, it's your sweet sixteens! You deserve something nice! plus I promised you something better for your birthday on Valentine's Day, right?"

Peter makes Emma remember that day, when he only gifted her a box of her favorite chocolates, a single rose and a giant teddy bear he ended up winning at a fair in Coney Island.

"… are you sure?" Emma asks again, capturing Peter's hand once more and with her tone betraying her true feelings; it is a sweet gesture from him, and she truly does like it, so of course she wants to keep Peter's present.

"Of course! It's your big day after all!" Peter says reassuringly as he rubs his thumb over her hand "I'm just happy I can be part of it".

Which is a very true statement.

Ever since what happened with Connors, Emma has become an anchor for Peter. A lighthouse in the dark night, guiding him through this murky and turbulent water that has become his life since he became a murderer.

Which is why he hates the fact he lies to her every single day. Every time he sees her, he has this urge to confess his crime… his sin. But he can't. He's afraid of what her reaction might be - of what she would think of him.

And he simply can't reveal himself to her. He just… he doesn't think he trusts in her like that… even if he loves her the way he does. After May, Emma might be the most important person in his life, which is perhaps a wrong thought, but Peter cant help himself but to think so.

He knows he shouldn't make a list of who is more important to him than others, and it might be really unfair to all his friends that he has known for way longer.

But… who Peter is right now, the way he has changed in a year and the importance of Emma's presence, support and care for him simply makes her take the second place in his heart. Because he knows he loves her.

…and despite him knowing that, Peter doesn't trust her enough.

So he apologizes to her.

But not in the way everyone does; saying a 'heartfelt' apology with the 'S' word while crying their hearts out in front of the wronged one for what they did.

Instead, he apologizes to Emma with his actions. Loving her as a 15 year old would do his girlfriend; making her laugh as they walk through the city hand in hand, inviting her to any treat she wants and now gifting her that expensive bracelet for her birthday.

Those actions are his apologies and his thanks to Emma.

Perhaps it's not the apology Emma - or anyone for that matter - deserves. But it's the best apology Peter can give her.

She doesn't know it, but she has become a pillar of warmth and comfort in his life. Something he perhaps now depends on, and he wants to show it to her however he can. The only way he can.

"Happy birthday, Emmy" Peter says with an unusual maturity and serious voice, while still carrying that softness and care that shows her how much he loves her.

Love.

Even though they still don't say it out loud, the actions each one does for the other scream that word a thousand fold. It's a silent understanding between them, they love each other, even when it goes unsaid.

"Thank you, Peter" Emma replies while matching Peter's tone and happy expression.

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"Well, Emmy. This is you" Peter says as he steps in front of the Frost International building with Emma holding on to his arm with the arm she chose to put her new bracelet in "I hope you had a great time today".

"Oh, sweetie, I absolutely did" Emma said happily as she held on tightly to Peter's arm, gathering all her courage to take things further like she oh so wants to "But you know… the night is still young~".

"….hmm!?" Peter asks dumbly at the way Emma looked at him with almost predatory eyes and a bright blush on her face.

"My sisters and parents are away until way into the night, and my brother always locks himself in his room" Emma explains as she steps in front of Peter. A little too close, even for her "so what do you say? Want to keep the celebration going~?".

Peter's mind stopped working at the implication of what Emma was saying. His face got redder than it probably had ever before as his mind started wandering to prohibited places while feeling his hands getting sweaty and his heart beat rate increasing.

"I- uh… E-Emmy, I think we - you-" Peter stammered dumbly as he tried to keep any improper thoughts off his head.

"You don't want to come with me?" Emma asked shyly and with a cute pout on her face, masking her real intention, which is to laugh at Peter's nervousness that she finds cute.

"O-of course I want to!" Peter says quickly, fearing that he might've hurt Emma's feelings "I-It's just-"

But before Peter could voice his doubts, Emma interrupted him with an excited and weirdly husky tone "Great! Come on then!"

"Whoa!" Peter exclaimed as he was quickly and somewhat roughly dragged into the building by his hand, heading straight for the private elevator used only for the family, away from any servants that might be seeing them.

Once in the penthouse, Emma kept dragging Peter until they were both in her room once again. She basically threw Peter inside while he allowed himself to be handled however Emma wanted to while she did all but slam the door shut behind her.

Without even turning the lights of her bedroom on, Emma turns and looks at Peter with that same predatory gaze.

"Uhm, so what do you-?" Peter's lame question was silenced by Emma, who quickly approached Peter and silenced him with a kiss while cupping both his cheeks in her hands.

As usual as it is with them, Emma started the kiss gently and fondly while Peter took less than a second to answer her in kind, subduing his initial surprise in favor of bringing her closer to him by the waist to deepen their kiss.

Soon after, Emma started snaking her arms behind Peter's head to play with his brown hair while opening her mouth to bring her tongue to Peter's lips in search of passage to his mouth.

Peter quickly opened his mouth and met Emma's tongue with his own, successfully turning their sweet kiss into a French one while she subtly moved Peter into her bed.

After a few moments of them enjoying their kiss like this, Emma pushed him gently into the bed, breaking the kiss once he sat down, taking that opportunity to take off her blazer, revealing her white shirt underneath with her 'excitement' visible due to the fact that she was not currently wearing a bra.

"Emma…" Peter muttered in a husky and low surprised voice as Emma took seat on him, straddling his lap in a very comfortable position for both teens, causing Peter to gulp loudly and nervously.

"Peter…" she imitated his low tone as she neared him with half opened eyes, and soon started kissing Peter again. This time more heated and with their hands roaming more freely on one another.

*Ahh* Emma breathed out in Peter's mouth as he caressed her free back with his hand a few minutes into their making out; sound that made Peter tense again.

The couple has had their fair share of make out sessions.

Most notably when they confessed to each other, in their movie dates between Christmas and new years, on Valentine's Day and most recently before Emma went away for Spring Break.

But never had it been quite this heated - with Emma literally on top of Peter while he caresses the incredibly soft skin of her back in the darkness and privacy of her room.

And both teens are nervous about what they were doing; what this would ultimately lead to.

Of course they are! This is something a bit more mature and complex for a couple than the things they are used to do, and never had either done anything quite like this.

Bieng alone in her room at night, lights turned off with no sound other than the ruffling of their clothes as they move around slightly and the wet noises coming from their shared kiss; all while the mood of the room starts getting more steamy and intense. Its nerve wracking for both of them.

But Emma has been craving more physical attention from Peter. Ever since he took a break from being Spider-Man, he has been more attentive and focused on her, but weirdly enough, he's been less touchy.

Which Emma finds curious and frustrating, since she had managed to make Peter bolder and bolder each passing day all over their relationship - only for him to stop abruptly.

And she is a woman of her word, so she won't be seeing into his mind to see what's wrong. Plus she doesn't need to since she already knows that their teacher's accidental death was hard on the hero.

And it must be that grief, the loss of his duties as Spider-Man and the ever increasing crime rates that must be keeping him from going beyond with her.

But now, after a great celebration of her birthday, seems like a great day to show Peter how much she really loves him and how sure she is that this is something she truly wants.

"Peter… touch me" Emma breathed out as she brought Peter to her neck and grabbed his left hand up to her still dressed chest

And Peter internally freaked the hell out. But despite that, he controlled his nerves and did as instructed to not ruin the mood; massaging her incredibly soft chest from above her shirt while he allowed himself to be led by his instinct.

Never had Peter done anything quite like this before, or would have guessed in a million years that Emma's birthday would lead to this. But he had enough… 'research on the internet' to know more or less what to do.

So very gently and carefully, Peter started kissing and even nibbling her long and slender neck. Careful to not leave any marks as he tastes her delicate skin with his tongue, making her breath out his name repeatedly as he groped her chest as well.

Needless to say that Peter had never felt his pants any tighter ever before. His mind was fuzzy as he was beginning to get intoxicated with Emma's perfume, natural smell, taste and the noises she was making while he tasted her neck.

Her hands reached Peter's shoulder and she started taking his jacket off, making Peter heartbeat skyrocket when he was left only with his black shirt on.

'O-oh man - oh man!' Peter started thinking dumbly as Emma started grinding herself on his lap instinctively, with her hip movement being so impossibly irresistible to the young man that he was powerless to do anything but slide his right hand over to her still covered behind and start fondling it as well.

"Ah! Peter!" Emma giggled in good surprise at his sudden boldness. But perhaps he's still not bold enough, so she breathes out once more "Peter… I want you to touch ME"

Peter stopped kissing Emma's neck momentarily and looked right in her eyes with an incredible intensity; looking for an answer on those precious blue orbs.

"E-Emma, are you sure about this?" Peter asks with a husky voice that Emma is learning to love as he moves his hands away from her erogenous zones in favor of her waist.

Even if the situation has grown as hot as it has between them, Peter wants to be absolutely sure that Emma does not have the minimum doubt in her mind that this is something she wants and won't regret later on.

Emma is someone very important and dear to him, and he would never forgive himself if she regrets this later on while he had the chance to stop this if she asked him to, causing a drift in their relationship.

He would never take a moment of passion with her and possibly ruin what they have when he has the power and responsibility to care for her to the best of his abilities.

Emma meanwhile analyzes Peter's face for a second while her own body screams a positive answer for Peter.

His now ruffled hair, his predatory-like eyes that are looking at her as though she is something worth worshiping, her own blue lipstick smeared all over his mouth and a small saliva line gently rolling down to his chin; but despite the state he is in - the state she has left him in - he stills asks for her approval.

Where many men would have forgotten about 'Emma Frost' as a person in favor of her body, Peter still looks at her.

Just like he always does.

And she sees the genuine care he has for her. Because he is not simply looking at a hot girl, or an heir to a fortune, or a mutant, or the mean girl she pretends to be to shield her emotions.

He sees her.

And she loves that so much that she wants him to look at her even more, in ways no one else is allowed to; to feel her in ways everyone else is forbidden to.

She wants him to love her the way she allows only him to do.

So as an answer to Peter, Emma makes a little more space in between them and crosses her arms under her shirt and with a last small teasing smirk, Emma lifts her shirt off, revealing her two perky tits to Peter.

Emma, despite knowing herself to be one of the most beautiful girls Peter has ever seen, actually feels a little insecure about the size of her chest - because when compared to other girls, she is in the smaller group.

Now however, Emma has to hold a delighted giggle to herself at the way Peter is shifting his eyes between her eyes and her rosy colored nipples while looking like a caveman seeing fire for the very first time.

"E-Emma… I-" Peter tries to say something, but is silenced once again by a kiss from Emma. This time however did not start gentle and romantic, but it directly went to be passionate and lustful.

Giving Peter every answer he needs to have.

The boy, wanting to match his girlfriend's clear desire to show her how much he actually wants this as well, gathers all the courage he has and grabs her tit with his right hand.

Peter's rugged hand on her bare skin made the girl feel a jolt of electricity that was unlike anything she had ever felt before. And she loves it "AH! Peter!"

Peter grumbles in Emma's mouth in response to her moan as he squeezes her ass once again with his left hand - fondling her in what he hopes is an enjoyable way.

"Mmm" Emma keeps moaning as Peter rubs his hands on any boy's favorite places while she herself starts feeling Peter under his shirt.

She traces his back first, where she can feel his steel-like muscles moving around as he works his arms around her, until Peter finally grabs her roses nipple in between his index finger and thumb and gently pinches and stretches it.

*Ahn!* Emma moans as she feels the same jolt of electricity running through her body but in a higher intensity. This time however, Peter doesn't stop.

Instead, Emma feels him smile in their wet kiss while his left hand snakes under her skirt.

Emma knows Peter has never done something like this before, but he really could've fooled her by the way he is applying just the right amount of strength into his hands for her to feel as good as possible in all the right places.

She might've even felt her breast stretch away with his hand thanks to his sticky powers.

Hands that in actuality, when turned sticky or he reversed the polarity of his 'stickiness' just in the right measure, sent an little electric tingle through the skin that he is currently touching.

And to Emma it feels wonderful.

Peter meanwhile really lost himself in Emma.

Everything about her was something beyond amazing and he just can't get enough. How her mouth and skin tastes, how soft her skin is, how melodious her voice is and how her entire body reacts when he touches and caresses the right spots.

It's amazing.

And he can't get enough.

*Nnh* Emma moans a little like-giggle again in Peter's mouth when he squeezes her ass in a playful manner, which for a second makes him wonder…

'Are… are my powers… helping me?!' Peter yells in his mind as he gets this 'feeling' of what to do. It's not exactly a buzz that tells him of danger like his spider-sense. But he gets this… urge to change hands with Emma to focus on her other tit and ass cheek so he can use his 'stickiness' when he thinks the timing is just right.

It's not that he knew this, it's not previous experience (obviously) and he would have never even imagined to use his 'stickiness' when doing…well, this.

The same 'feeling' also tells him where to kiss, how much strength to put in his hold, when to move his tongue etc. And if he pays attention to Emma's reactions, which he is doing in an almost obsessive manner, he is able to see just how much she is enjoying herself right now.

'…whatever…' that is Peter's conclusion to his question once he realizes he is thinking about his powers when he should be thinking about the girl that is basically dry humping him in his lap at this exact moment.

"God… you're so… perfectly soft" Peter grumbles in Emma's mouth as he caresses her whole body with both hands after Emma made him lift his hands up so that she could get his shirt off from him, revealing his chiseled upper body to her.

Emma's response to that was to push Peter further into her bed, making his back hit against the softness of the mattress. Without breaking their now sloppy kiss, Emma places her bare chest in Peter's own while her arms snake around Peter's neck.

Position Peter believes it to be Emma's favorite since almost every time they make out, she places her hands there so that she can caress his hair while hugging his strong neck.

*AHH* Emma moans again in Peter's mouth as the boy reaches over with both hands to Emma's ass and starts massaging her with apparent expertise.

Peter uses this opportunity to take off his shoes with his feet and, using his super strength, climbs further into the bed without Emma even noticing.

She has her whole attention in the kiss they are still sharing and the feeling of Peter's big and manly hands playing with her behind to his heart's content, which is why she is very surprised when Peter suddenly grabs her by the waist and reverses their positions.

*Ah!* *Giggle* Emma lets out a small yelp at Peter's actions, quickly followed by a fit of cute giggles as he now supports his weight with his arms besides her head.

And Peter is left admiring the way Emma's laughing and blushing face, her slightly messed up makeup which makes her look even more beautiful, her hair ashy blonde hair is now sprawled carelessly behind her head and that song that she calls laugh bring unequal joy to his whole being.

His days, ever since he became a murderer had been nothing short of miserable. But a quick glance at Emma and his life suddenly shifts from a tragedy to a living fairytale where he somehow managed to conquer the heart of the princess.

Better than that even, because this is not a damsel in distress that he needs to save every single day. On the contrary actually, this princess brings him out of the dark place that his mind has become just with one single smile sent his way.

She is his savior, and he loves her; he loves her for this moment she is sharing with him, for how she makes him feel, for how she looks at him, for how much she knows of him and still accepts him and for much, much more. Peter Parker can truly say he loves Emma. So without a filter on his mouth due to Emma and everything she is to Peter, he suddenly admits-

"I love you"

His voice was steady and serene, his face and tone serious and purposeful. The way he said it left no room for doubt or confusion, and his eyes penetrated deeply into Emma's own - who, after hearing that, stopped laughing immediately and looked a little shocked to him.

And they stayed silent for 2 whole seconds, with no sound other than their breathing and raised heartbeats.

Until Peter's eyes widened after he realized what he said; fearing that, perhaps, he had said it too fast. Peter and Emma had been dating for 4 months now and he has no recollection of saying the 'L' word before. No matter how much he's wanted to say it.

And because of it, Peter saw how Emma suddenly stopped laughing, her usually sharp and knowing eyes widened in surprise and her mouth opened in disbelief while her face was painted with another type of blush spread across her cheeks - one that didn't look sensual but… romantic and intimate in a weird way.

She looked… She looks godly. The way all of her colors meshed together - her fair skin, blue eyes, ashy blond hair behind her, even her blue lipstick now smeared messily over her mouth - the fact she was bare chested, and-and simply who HE is, made Peter insecure.

Because he snapped to reality - to the absurdity that this is! He is a humble Queens born kid! And he is on top of a goddess he just professed his love to! Of course he'd get self conscious the moment she went utterly silent!

"E-Emma, I-I'm s-" Peter was about to apologize to her and get off from on top, but Emma quickly captured Pete's waist with a leg lock while interrupting him.

"Say it again" Emma demanded with a regal tone, betrayed only by her slightly trembling lip and furiously blushing face as she tightened both her legs and arms around Peter.

And that was enough to erase any insecurities Peter had. Just like that, as easy as her simply saying three words got any doubt or insecurity to be erased from him, so he complied after a few moments "… I love you".

Because it was as easy as that. He loves her. There's nothing beyond or short of that, nothing behind him or any doubt in him.

"Again" Emma demands again as her eyes start showing signs of tear swelling in her eyes.

"I love you" Peter now repeats easily as he gives Emma a quick peck on her lips which she gratefully accepts.

"A-again" Emma's voice breaks slightly as she asks to listen to the words she's been waiting for months to hear from Peter.

He had told her once the first time they took a nap and cuddled together, but Peter was barely conscious that day. Right now, right here, on her sixteenth birthday and after spending the day with her wonderful boyfriend, she got to hear the first person outside her family utter those words with real, genuine feeling.

And it's coming from the person she wants to hear it the most.

The emotion she is feeling right now is such that she has to use all her willpower to keep any tears to herself - happy tears. And she struggles with this because she feels her mind becoming mush as her stomach flutters with warm butterflies at the husky and honest voice of Peter telling her how much he loves her.

"I love you, Emma Frost" Peter says as he kisses her lips again with a quick peck.

"I love how smart you are" he gently kisses her forehead.

"I love how beautiful you are" he quickly kisses the tip of her nose.

"I love how eloquent you are" he pecks her lips and backs up before Emma can capture his lips completely.

"How fashionable you are" Peter leaves a trail of kisses on her cheeks until he reaches her jawline. 

"How caring" he kisses the side of her neck, making her breathe out his name as she plays with his hair.

"How funny" he starts snaking his way downwards as he kisses her collarbone.

"How impossibly perfect…" Peter stops after he kisses Emma's top of her chest, feeling her heart pounding harder than he had ever felt from her before, so he looks up to look for any signs that might suggest that Emma wants to stop.

But instead, he only sees Emma's dilated pupils trying to match his focus as her plump lips let out a little drool to run down her cheek while her chest heaved up and down with her heavy breathing.

Silently asking Peter to continue, Emma brings Peter's head down to her chest. And he allows himself to indulge in her.

*NHN* Emma moans as Peter carefully and teasingly licks her left nub. The hotness and wetness of his saliva contrast heavily with the cold air coming out from his nose as he breathes her natural smell, making her whole body twitch pleasurably.

"Peter… *Ah* Peter…" The teen feels himself as though he is dining between gods as he enjoys Emma's natural taste while hearing her constant melodious moans and breathy calls of his name coming out of her mouth each and every time Peter did something different.

Especially when he shifted from her left breast to her right one, continuing his long session of licking, sucking and eventually nibbling on her rosey nipple while his arms snaked to the back of her waist to help her keep her legs locked on him.

*NGH!* Emma moans louder this time out of pure sharp pleasure once Peter bites her nipple as little more roughly than before.

Peter's attention on her chest was bringing sensations that she had never experienced before. But there is one place that had only got attention from Peter's bulge and Emma needs desperately for that to change.

"Peter… wait" Emma requests weakly as she tries to move Peter's head out of her chest by pulling on his hair, but before he could ask what was wrong, she requested again "I need… I need you to touch ME".

Emma undid her leg lock on Peter and tugged at the side of his left leg for him to slide his knee over her right one. Which he easily did, happy to follow any instructions that Emma has for him.

Grabbing his right hand weakly, Emma guided him to her core; still with her skirt and panties on, she guided his hands to touch her only above the fancy and soft fabric of her underwear.

And this time, Peter doesn't freak out… as much as the other times. Mostly because he has, more or less, accepted that this is something that is happening; something both of them really want.

'Woah, she's so wet' Peter thought almost absentmindedly as he started moving his hand in a circular motion around Emma's soaked panty.

*OH!* Emma couldn't help herself but moan with Peter moving his hand around her heat, closing her left thigh tightly against Peter's hand as he started experimenting ways to move his hand and fingers around.

She was losing herself, becoming literal putty in his hands as he enjoyed every inch of her with an apparent insatiable hunger.

His hands, thanks to his powers no doubt, seem to be magical with each touch, every stroke, all and every single one of his caresses sends an electric wave of pleasure all over her body that she fears will make her even more addicted to him.

Emma has… played with herself before as any other person does. But never had her 'fun' times been as hot, steamy and down right passionate as it is now with Peter.

Taking advantage of her moans, Peter captures her mouth once again with yet another sloppy kiss, smearing even more of her blue lipstick all over their mouths.

Peter takes his sweet time enjoying the warmth that Emma's core brings to his hand while he rubs and moves his hand around as much as he can in between her thighs.

A few moments into their kiss, Peter goes back to play hungrily with her chest; enjoying immensely how her moans have gotten huskier, breathier and more frequent.

"I love you…" now it's Emma who breathes out her declaration on Peter's hair as he keeps moving his right hand in an impossibly pleasurable way; her words prompting him to move his hand faster with excitement. 

"I love you… I-I love… god, Peter I *Ah* l-love you" Emma was originally planning on saying qualities that she loves of Peter, just like he did. But the way he started messing with her nubs while playing with her core made it impossible for her to articulate a proper sentence.

Sometimes he even rubbed her hardened clit with his fingers, making Emma's words come out slurred and almost unintelligible as she felt her body start to contract and spasm in a very familiar, but totally different than usual, way.

"I love… I *Ahn!* Peter, I-Im close… god, keep going!" Emma yells in Peter's hair as her whole body starts tensing. She grabs onto Peter's right arm with her left hand and grips his hair with her right hand in search of support as she feels herself reaching climax.

Emma feels her boyfriend smiling almost proudly in her chest as he starts moving his hand faster before lifting his head to lock eyes with her once more.

Peter could see that she had now shed some betraying tears of pleasure out of her eyes, making her mascara run down her beautiful face as her mouth was now incapable of holding the drool that escaped down her cheeks.

Her icy blue eyes struggled to remain open, but she powered through and met him with a loving gaze as her whole body began trembling and contracting itself into Peter's hard body.

Emma felt herself closer and closer while Peter stared at her dumbly, as if he was gazing at the stars for the first time ever.

And she loves it.

She loves him, he loves her; they have admitted out loud their feelings for each other while he is making her feel better than she had ever felt before. All while he looks at her like only Peter Parker is able to do.

Mentally, physically and even spiritually, Peter has conquered Emma Frost.

Peter gets that 'feeling' again, that tells him that his girlfriend is about to reach her climax with the way her body starts twitching, so he closes the small distance between them and kisses her.

This time a soft, gentle kiss that correctly conveys his feelings for the girl in his arms, muffling the hard scream of pleasure that Emma lets out.

*MMMMHHH* Emma screams in Pete'd mouth, shifting her right hand to his back, digging her nails into his incredibly hard skin as she feels her whole body spasm with unparalleled pleasure.

Peter feels his right hand fill with wetness as the warmth of Emma's thighs envelops his whole right arm and for half a second, less than that even… he is right back in Connors' basement.

Where he is not embraced by Emma's loving arms, but is instead holding the corpse of his teacher as his right arm digs itself out of the half-man, half-transformed monster's chest; instead of being sprayed by Emma's 'love', his hand is drowning in blood.

But Peter refuses to let that memory ruin this moment. If not for him, then for Emma's sake.

She, who is holding Peter as though her life depends on him as her body relaxes and lets out a content whimper in his lips while melting in the mattress below her.

Peter made the conscious decision to lie to Emma and everyone else. Now he has to man up to his consequences and act like nothing happened.

Actions and consequences.

Peter chose to be a liar, now he has to push down his feelings and trauma for himself as to keep the lie something only Peter has to deal with on his own. Like he always does. 

So he forces his mind away from that incident. He hides deep in his mind the way Emma's skin tightly hugging his arm reminds him of Connors' chest and he forces himself to be in the present and only in the present.

He is not experiencing a tragic moment right now, he is going through the most amazing moment he's probably ever had with the girl he openly loves.

And he is able to center his attention on her and solely her because it's HER. It's the girl Peter is so deeply and almost madly in love with. And nothing will taint this moment for Peter.

Not when Emma is involved and having the time of her life.

And she feels ecstasy beyond words; the type where she forgets her name, and with it, she forgets everything that is not her and the man holding her.

In that moment, she stopped being 'just' Emma Grace Frost, or 'just' the daughter of a distant and cold man, 'just' the sister to mean and cold siblings - except Christian - 'just' one of the mutants born in a world where humans hate her for seemingly no other reason than being born different.

And it goes the same for him. Because he stopped being just Peter Benjamin Parker, 'just' the son to dead parents, 'just' the nephew to May and Ben - the man he got killed by accident - 'just' the hero Spider-Man who failed a couple of weeks back and became a murderer only for him to quit.

Right now, both teenagers, man and woman, are just them, without the need for labels. They just are.

And they are together.

And they are enjoying each other.

Because they love each other.

"Oh… my~… that was…" Emma's happy and relieved voice snaps him out from any thought Peter might've had. Her relaxed voice and half lit eyes made Peter reaffirm his love for her for the thousandth time since he entered her room.

"Peter?" Emma suddenly calls out for Peter as she cups both his cheeks in her hands.

"Yes, princess~?" Peter asks with a playful and husky voice, successfully eliminating any thoughts of that fateful day from his mind.

"I want to touch you as well~" Emma reveals with a teasing smile as she stretches her right hand from Peter's back over to Peter's bulge and starts fondling him.

Pete's first reaction was to move away at the suddenness of her action, but he forced himself to stay put and enjoy the way she was touching him, allowing himself to drop his head beside Emma's as she kept playing with him.

Half a minute or so after Emma climaxed and regained some of her strength, she whispered sensually in Peter's ear "Turn us around again, love~".

Without waiting for something else to be said, Peter carefully grabs Emma by her waist and he rolls over to his left, where he has his knee outside of Emma's hold.

Peter rolls easily to his back, thanking whoever might've made Emma's queen sized bed for allowing him to do so without falling.

*Giggle* "Excited, are we~?" Emma asks with a teasing smile in her beautiful and messy-makeup face as she straddles Peter completely over his bulge, straightening her back completely to show off her drool-covered and now somewhat glistening chest due to a fine layer of sweat. 

"… you're beautiful" Peter answers dumbly as he looks at his girlfriend. Shining brightly with the white light that is coming out from her window as the only source of light, making her look almost godly.

*HA!* Emma can't help herself in letting out a guffaw at what Peter said while looking like a love stricken puppy with blue lipstick markings all over his face. It seems like she is not the only one that has been conquered mentally, spiritually and physically by the other. 

But she's glad he's able to make her laugh even in a situation like this.

Especially in a situation like this.

Because even though Emma is the one that has started everything that has led the young couple to this point, she has never been more nervous in her entire life.

She has dreamed and fantasized about this and perhaps even had 'fun' by herself while picturing how this very moment would go.

But now that it is here, it's nerve wracking.

Thankfully for her, Peter has been a gentleman so far. Seeking her pleasure when he is given access to it, rather than taking her as an object the moment she offered herself to him.

But now that she has peaked, she feels that Peter needs a reward.

*Giggle* "Somehow, I doubt that I look beautiful at the moment" Emma says as she can picture herself in her mind.

Her face flushed incredibly red, her swollen lips partly opened to allow her to breath in as heavily as she needed, mascara running down her eyes and her whole face a mess of Peter's saliva and her own lipstick covering her completely due to his incessant kisses that she loves.

Which Emma did hit on the nail because she looks exactly like that.

And Peter absolutely loves it.

"I think I have never seen you more beautiful than you are right now" Peter mutters with a teasing smile but with genuinity in his voice.

"… you truly believe that, don't you?" Emma asks Peter as she goes down to him with a small, shy smile of her own, already knowing the answer based solely on Peter's eyes.

Peter's response is to capture her lips with a tender kiss which she gladly accepts. She lets her naked chest fall on top of Peter's own as she cups his face in both her hands.

Peter meanwhile moved his hands to caress her thighs, first from on top her skirt and then below it, feeling her incredibly smooth skin with his hands as he uses his powers instinctively, sending those electric waves through her body that, if he goes by the way she moans in his lips, she seems to enjoy immensely.

Their kiss starts soft and tender, but after 5 minutes or so, they start getting more and more desperate for more from the other.

They want to taste more, touch more, feel each other rubbing against their bodies more and more, so they start battling with their tongues as their hands feel the entirety of their partner's upper body while Emma grinds herself on his bulge, mentally preparing herself for what she's about to do.

"Nnh… Emma" Peter breathes out once Emma stops her assault on his mouth, and starts sliding herself down on his body, leaving a trail of kisses down his cheeks, jaw, neck, collarbone, chest and stomach.

'Holy… fuck' Peter can only think to himself between his paused breathing and gasps once Emma is low enough for her face to be at the level of his waist.

Peter's mind short circuits as Emma starts tugging the sides of his slacks, to then start undoing his belt with with a surprising speed.

Seems like all her different outfits had made Emma a master at undressing seemingly anything with ease.

'Calm down, calm down, calm down…' Peter thinks again and again as he holds the bed's sheets tightly instead of touching Emma, not wanting to rush or even stop whatever she is doing by accident.

Emma undoes his belt and the button of his pants and she starts to slowly pull them down, making Peter raise his waist ever so slightly so that she can do so without trouble.

Peter thanks whatever god might be watching over him when he remembers that today he had the option to wear his heart stamped briefs, but opted to wear his black boxer briefs instead.

Emma gulped heavily and momentarily faltered once she saw the way the fabric of Peter's underwear stretched almost threateningly.

But one look at Peter's dilated eyes, heaving chest and flushed face made her resolve hardened with want and desire to see the mighty and powerful Spider-Man grow weak with pleasure under her gentle touch.

So with one last deep breath, Emma brings down Peter's boxer, allowing his manhood to spring up with all its might, surprising her with the way it looked and the size of it.

Emma couldn't help but think how the thing looked weird. It's the first time in her entire life that she's seen one in person, and close enough for her to breathe on it no less. It's far longer and girthier than she would have expected from her skin-tight spandex wearing boyfriend.

It looks kinda grotesque and intimidating actually.

Or Emma logically knows.

Because outside of logic, Emma feels her whole body tremble in exciting expectation while her mouth inexplicably waters and her heart beat raises in some sort of anticipation.

"Emma!" Peter gasps a little more loudly than he intended to when he felt his boner being freed from its soft prison and forced into the cool and somewhat steamy air of Emma's room.

As any teenage boy, Peter has dreamed consciously and unconsciously about situations exactly like this. But now that he is here, he can only feel his nerves sky rocket.

Very few times in Peter's life has he been hit with so many different emotions as intense as this.

"W-where do you hide this thing?" Emma questions lamely and quietly as she admires her boyfriend's member, suddenly reaching over with her right hand to grip it.

If not for the sudden sharp grunt Peter lets out when her cool and soft hand touches him, Peter is sure he would've laughed very loudly at the question.

Luckily for him, he wasn't able to ruin the moment with his laugh because he is just now realizing how hard he truly is, which is a rather uncomfortable feeling.

Never, in his entire 15 years of life has Peter been this turned on, and now he is at the whims of Emma and her increasingly teasing smirk as she starts to jerk him off.

"Y-you like this?" Emma asks in an attempt to sound teasing, but only sounds nervous while she moves her right hand up and down in a slow manner, enjoying immensely how he seems to be completely at her mercy.

"God, Emma…" was Peter's only answer with his husky voice as she noticed how he gripped her sheets due to the pleasure he was under.

"You want me to go faster?" Feeling a little bolder at seeing Peter's pleasure, she asks with a cooing voice as something awakens within her. Something almost sadistic in nature.

Who knew that having someone so strong and powerful melting at her gentle touch would make her feel so important and grand? Even seeing the pleasure she was submitting him to was, in some weird way, feeling great for her as well.

In reality Emma's handjob sucks.

Peter feels her grip sometimes too tight and sometimes too loose while she moves his member around clumsily and awkwardly all over with no technique whatsoever.

The pleasure comes more from the fact of who is doing what to him, rather than how she is doing it - which is very bad.

Though, something inside of Peter does feel comfort at the fact that Emma is so obviously oblivious on what to do with a manhood; the same relief he felt when Emma revealed him to be her first kiss and boyfriend.

Emma's wrist soon becomes sore with the movement she is doing thanks to her body still feeling weak after everything Peter previously did to her.

But her pride, love for Peter and own arousal makes her deny any possibility of stopping now.

With another bold move, Emma nears her face much to Peter's increasingly wide eyes and gives his shaft a small and shy lick with her tongue.

"FUCK" Peter gasps the moment he feels her warm breath in his member, only to recieve a warm and wet lick that feels like nothing he had ever felt before.

Enjoying his reaction, Emma starts giving Peter more and more licks from different angles, making Peter gaps her name as he fights the urge to hold her in any way.

It's almost torture for Peter to just stay there as Emma slowly but surely becomes more familiar with his taste.

And Emma is enjoying that.

Wanting to see more of Peter's reactions, Emma stops licking Peter and instead puts the part of the thing in her mouth, which made Peter accidentally thrust his hip forward to her mouth while letting out another gasp.

The wet, warm and tight space of Emma's mouth felt otherworldly to Peter, causing him to do what he did.

Which he immediately regretted once he saw the way Emma gagged and glared at him with more tears forming at her eyes and his member halfway into her mouth, which proved to be too much for her.

"S-sorr-" *GUH* Peter was about to apologize to Emma, but she gave him a soft nibble that stopped any coherent word out of him.

Oh, how she is loving his reactions. Seeing him weak thanks to her is a thrill beyond even her comprehension. So again, Emma wants to see more, so she starts trying to bob her head up and down, moving her tongue around 'its' head while her hand grips tightly whatever she can't fit in her inexperienced mouth.

Successfully giving her boyfriend a blowjob…

Or not successfully since, much like the handjob, this also blows.

Her mouth is too tight for Peter, so he feels as if she is brushing her teeth with him, all while gripping him like she is trying to choke the life out of it.

If not for how turned on he is and his super-durability, Peter is sure he would've asked Emma to stop the moment she started.

But look at her!

Despite the tears threatening to run down her beautiful and stuffed face, ruining her mascara further and thus making a mess of herself, she looks happy!

Genuinely happy!

Ecstatic even, glowing with a natural light that makes her look the most beautiful she's ever looked before. And she looks so while trying to make Peter feel what she felt moments before!

So of course he can't stop her now, or even tell her how much he wants her to stop scraping his member against her teeth.

Because she is trying her damn best for him, and that thought alone is enough for Peter to feel the pleasure Emma wants him to feel.

That, and her tongue does actually feel incredible.

So after some minutes of Emma working on Peter, he gets enough boldness to reach over to her head and start petting and combing her hair and even -very gently and slightly - pushing her further down, winning what to Peter sounds like pleasurable gags coming from Emma.

"Fuck… Emma… that feels…" Peter starts to mumble as he starts feeling himself growing closer and closer after who knows how many minutes of Emma's increasing pace.

'Finally…' Emma thinks to herself despite her arousal. Tired of tirelessly licking, sucking and jerking her boyfriend off for who knows how many minutes, now feeling both her jaw and hand sore and somewhat ashamed of the gurgling-like noises coming from her. 

"Do you like that, baby~?" Emma cooes in between teasing licks while still moving her hand awkwardly.

"You have no idea" he grunted as he started moving his waist against Emma's hand on instinct. Emma, feeling Peter starting to throb on her hand, climbs back up to be face to face without releasing her hold on him.

Ending on his right side and inside of his arm, prompts Peter to hold her tightly by the waist with said arm instead of gripping her sheet with it.

"Is your princess doing a good job~?" Emma teases with mock curiosity, whispering in his ear as he is now only able to try and control his breathing.

Emma feels exhilaration as Peter's member starts throbbing harder and harder in her hand. Peter closes his eyes as he braces himself for release.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me~" Emma whispers before capturing Peter's panting mouth in a small kiss, feeling pride swelling at her chest at the amount of white liquid that Peter is releasing onto her hand.

Peter feels himself climax like never before, given how he was harder with an intensity he didn't even know he was capable of until now.

"God Emma… that was crazy" Peter mutters in Emma's mouth as he rests his forehead on hers, allowing himself to fall slightly to his right side in front of her.

"…love?" Emma asks Peter after a few seconds of him calming down, but still with his member standing up.

"Mm?" Peter questions back with only a hum.

"Would you go to the bathroom and get me some wet tissues?" Emma says slightly embarrassed as she is unsure of what to do with the material she has all over her hand.

"Oh sh-! Y-yeah! Let me just…" Peter startles himself up as he understands what Emma is saying, awkwardly pulling his underwear and pants up to walk properly to her bathroom.

That was a mistake, since Emma's hand wasn't able to hold everything he shot out. Meaning some stayed on him, and now it's on his underwear and pants.

'Ugh, shit…!' Peter thought disgusted as he quickly ran to the bathroom, where he easily found the tissues since he's been in the room many times before.

"H-here, let me" Peter said as he walked towards Emma, who was waiting for him while sitting down on the edge of her bed.

Emma didn't even have a chance to reply before Peter kneeled before her on one knee and started wiping her hand very thoroughly.

And she looks at him, shirtless and kneeling before her, still with his face painted blue thanks to her lipstick and that almost animalistic look on his eyes that is beginning to drive her crazy.

And she realizes she wants more.

"Peter?" Emma calls his name once he finishes, placing her hands on his shoulders, forcing him to keep kneeling in front her.

Peter doesn't answer her with words, only changing his view from her hands to her eyes still filled with love and lust looking directly at his own.

Peter is slightly taken aback when she stands up.

"Undress me" Emma commands as she changes her right hand from Peter's shoulder to his hair, bringing his head closer to her; eyes against just below her belly button.

Peter remains stunned for a moment at the blunt order, but well… he really wants to comply. So he looked up once again to seek confirmation from Emma, and he found it easily in those eyes full of expectation.

Feeling himself getting lost in her flat belly and natural scent, Peter neared his face to her navel and kissed her softly while lowering his hands to her calves, where he started caressing his way up.

"Ah, Peter~" Emma breathed out as she felt his warm breath and lips in her middle region; her legs tickling pleasurably with his hands.

Eventually Peter reached her waist with his hands, where he easily unbuttoned her skirt and slowly brought it down to her feet without stopping his kisses.

Feeling embarrassed to be seen just in her panty, Emma grabbed Peter's head with both hands and forcefully held him against her stomach until she stepped away from her skirt, with Peter tossing it away.

Peter made little distance between him and Emma to admire her. Her perfectly toned and shaped body glistened with sweat and his own saliva as she stood up tall in front of him; her face red with nerves but her eyes showing how needy she is actually feeling.

His eyes fell to her crotch, where her womanhood is just behind one last piece of dampened white clothing, alluringly calling for him.

"Huh, white" Peter mumbled with a teasing grin forming at his lips as he felt his pants unbelievably tight once again "what a surprise~".

*Wham* Emma answered by giving Peter a gentle slap on the top of his head; fighting against herself to not laugh "don't-don't tease me".

"Heh, sorry~" Peter answered as his hands squeezed her ass in a playful manner, quite clearly not feeling sorry at all.

Peter reached her underwear with both hands, and started talking them off from her in a slow and steady manner - almost teasingly.

Emma looked away when she felt her core being exposed right in front of her boyfriend, who was shamelessly staring directly while moving away her underwear, successfully undressing her completely for his eyes to enjoy.

Her legs remained closed off, but Peter could still see her perfectly pink warmth, glistening beautifully with the excitement underneath a clean and neatly trimmed patch of hair; making him feel a hunger and desire he had never experienced before in his whole life.

Her excitement was such that Peter was able to smell the perfume-like natural scent coming from her now that there are no barriers between him and her.

"D-don't stare" Emma mumbled shyly after a few moments of Peter just looking at her as if he had just discovered color. She enjoyed being looked at by Peter lustfully… but this was a bit too much.

"I could stare forever" Peter answered absent-mindedly as he brought his hands to her thighs, tugging at them with his powers to wordlessly ask her to spread her legs open for him.

"You're… such a dork" Emma breathed out, almost in a gasp, as she did as requested, slowly pulling her legs apart for Peter.

Peter kept quiet as she did so, widening his eyes as her legs revealed all of herself. His eyes kept glued to her beautiful-perfect rosy lips and her natural lube painting her whole.

He has been dreaming of this very moment. Of course he has, he is a young and healthy young man that is curiously surrounded by beautiful girls his age. The most beautiful of which is his own girlfriend.

He wouldn't call himself a pervert, but it's practically impossible for someone like him not to dream of this moment being made a reality.

From the moment Peter laid his eyes on her, he was awestruck by how beautiful Emma is, and it's something he can't help but notice every single day he has the fortune of spending by her side.

And ever since meeting her, he's had the luck of befriending and even romancing the impossibly perfect young woman that captured his heart.

How can Peter not be excited about being in front of his girlfriend's most precious part? When he has already shared his first kiss, relationship and everything intimate with her?

And now here he is, in the most exciting and intimate act of love he knows. Sharing it for the first time with the girl he loves.

So, feeling extremely excited and bold, Peter got close enough to give her a big sniff, tattooing her smell in his mind. And before Emma could voice something against that, Peter opened his mouth and gave her a big taste while hugging her legs.

*MMMMNNNGH* Emma moaned while hugging Peter's head with both arms, almost imitating a bow with her torso on top of his head while he enjoyed his feast, which sent a strong shiver up her spine due to a bolt of warm pleasure at Peter's warm tongue.

Using his super strength, Peter lifted Emma by the legs and gently deposited her in her bed without leaving his position.

Now with her back against her bed, Emma brought her thighs up to Peter's head to trap him there while forcefully bringing him closer to her with her hands pulling at his hair.

Emma, still feeling her previous climax, was unable to last more than a few minutes of Peter running his face all over her center. With jolts of electricity every time he licked, sucked and worst (best) of all, nibbled on her sensitive clit.

She was stopping herself from screaming his name with the help of a pillow she grabbed up to her face to bite a few minutes into Peter eating her. Which he was doing like his life depended on it.

Because it more or less did.

Peter was now addicted to her flavor, and he is sure that without it he is going to have heavy withdrawal symptoms. So he is going to get his fill as much as he super humanly can.

And he truly is, almost savagely lapping in all he can of that liquid that Peter finds sweet, but with a tiny hint of bitterness that reminds him heavily of a fruit he has never tasted before. One he was starved for without him even knowing, so he slurps, slushes, sucks and does whatever he 'feels' will feel better for Emma.

All of which Emma is very clearly enjoying if her spamming body, increase of loud-melodious moans and sudden increase of wetness in Peter's face was any indication.

It went like that for some moments, where Emma lost all sense of timing, much like Peter did, while each enjoyed the moment as much as they could. In the midst of it, Emma desperately looked for one of Peter's hands with her own, which Peter, who had his eyes half opened, indulged her in.

Reaching over with his left hand, Peter captured Emma's small, perfect and slightly shaking one, and quickly interlocking fingers to give her much needed support.

And it went like that until Emma felt herself climax once again.

Spamming all over Peter's mouth, who kept his face down there grateful to feel firsthand how the girl he loves became tense and then limp with pleasure thanks to him.

"Cm'ere… kish me" Emma struggled to talk as she undid their handhold to tug on Peter's hair for him to meet her above. Which he gladly did.

Emma took Peter faster than he was crawling up by his cheeks and met him in a hard kiss, not caring at all if she was tasting herself in his lips.

A kiss that was tender and rough, loving and passionate, sweet and spicy. Kiss that lasted for longer than it needed to be, but was not nearly enough to satiate either one's need to convey their feelings with their actions.

Everything is going perfect for both inexperienced teens, who are showing their love for one another as nature demands.

And just as nature demands, there is one step forward they both are now looking forward to. They are ready, anxious to feel themselves become one in the purest form of love there is and-

*TOC TOC*

Peter flinched away from Emma the moment someone knocked at her door; eyes wide with shock as utter surprise painted all over his face.

Emma was no better.

*TOC TOC*

"Emma? Are you here?" Emma's brother, Christian, knocked again and called for her, curiosity hinting at his voice.

Before Peter was able to even mutter a sound, Emma quickly hugged his head and stuffed him in her chest to muffle any sounds he may make.

"Y-yeah! I'm just *EHEM* I'm about to take a bath!" Emma yelled back, clearing her throat from her now husky tone.

"Okay, I just wanted to let you know that Winston and the rest are already coming back, and I wanted to give you your gift before they came!" Christian explained, seeing as he hadn't had the chance to see Emma yet and he didn't want his family to see him being so 'sweet' with her.

Because according to their father, Winston, that only creates bonds of weakness.

"T-thanks! I'll go to y-your room once I'm done!" Emma answered, tripping slightly on her words.

"You got it! I really think you'll like it~!" Christian finished, singing that last part as he clearly walk away.

After a couple seconds with Emma and Peter steading their nerves, she pulled him away from her chest.

"You need to leave!" Emma demanded in a hurry.

"Yep, yep, yep…" Peter started muttering incredibly embarrassed as he did his belt once again, now some steps away from Emma.

The nude Emma for her part quickly went in search of her clothes as well, suddenly caring about being seen in her birthday suit by Peter.

Peter placed his shirt on, backwards, his shoes and held his jacket on his arms and went directly for the window, where he opened it.

But before he jumped outside, he turned back to see Emma wearing her skirt - without her underwear since it was still discarded on the floor - while using her shirt to cover her chest.

"Go!" Emma yelled/whispered as she saw Peter approaching her once again. But before she could say anything else, he cupped both her cheeks and kissed her one last time for the night.

A deep, gentle and strong final kiss that made Emma feel weak on the knees once more.

"I love you" Peter told her once he broke off the kiss, almost laughing at the way she remained with her eyes closed and lips puckered for a second too long.

How delightful did it feel for Peter and Emma to be able to say and hear that to their heart's contents. Now that it's out there that they love each other as deeply as they do, why hide it?

"I… I love you too" Emma muttered lovingly as she cupped his cheek with her free hand "text me when you get home, okay?!"

Now fleeing towards her window, Peter only gave her a thumbs up before jumping off, to then run up her walls from outside the building. Who knows where he would go from there.

*Sigh* Emma sighed lovingly and weakly as she gazed at the window where her boyfriend just fled from, moments before they could both give each other something so very important and intimate in the sanctity of her room to each other.

To then frown at the memory of her brother interrupting without meaning to thanks to her family coming home.

First they didn't care about her birthday, preferring to go to a fundraiser or whatever only for people of age, and now they're getting in her way when she's about to do it with Peter?

'I'm going to kill them' Emma thinks to herself as she walks into her bathroom, surprising herself at the mess she has now all over her face, neck and chest. No doubt in her core as well.

If anyone was watching and had any doubts that the couple had fun, Emma's messy face and body with all kinds of smears and stains of all kinds of liquids would definitely kill those doubts.

'… at least he didn't leave a mark' Emma thought to herself as she looked over her neck, fearing a hickey, but gladly finding none.

'I should… I should buy some condoms' Emma thinks with some shyness as she goes over everything she did with Peter over and over again.

Thinking of what they were about to do.

What they most definitely are going to do in the near future.

And she's excited about the idea of it being with Peter.

More so now that they have professed their love for each other out loud, something she knows for a fact they both have been waiting to do for some time now.

She turns on her shower and bath, and sinks carefully in it to soothe her 'worked' body in cold water. It didn't help much though, because she still felt her body hot and her mind lost in what she did with the young man she loves.

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Peter meanwhile was parkouring his way through the city with the sleeves of his jacket wrapped and 'stuck' around his head to keep anyone from recognizing him, while the jacket itself worked as a type of mock cape.

He was planning on just finding a dark alleyway once he got off the building and just walk home, but he is a hundred percent sure that he would be 'mistaken' by a pervert given his current state.

There was just no way he can calmly walk home by the state he is in - not after everything he did with Emma. 

And well, to be honest… he misses this.

God how Peter misses covering his face and being able to become someone else… something more than just 'Peter Parker'.

He misses Spider-Man. He misses being his whole complete 'self'.

But he… he just can't do it.

Not after what happened.

No matter how much he misses the thrill of flying through the city, yelling his lungs out with excitement, feeling the adrenaline that his fights brought him.

The excitement of being up against monsters, the satisfaction of fighting against his fears and coming out on top. Winning against his enemies and the euphoria he feels in each and every fight.

And without Emma by his side, Peter starts feeling himself being dragged back into that dark abyss of doubt and uncertainty that taints his soul deeply.

Because he is not sure that giving up being Spider-Man was the right choice. He doesn't want it to be. But he doesn't know how he can make things right.

Perhaps he could tell someone what happened, like he has wanted to so many times. So, so many times he was so close to revealing himself to someone, but something always happens that makes him falter in his decision.

And… he doesn't know who he could trust with this information. He simply doesn't know.

…what he does know however, is that he needs to get home quickly and take a long cold shower after what happened tonight. 

The thought makes him smile a little shyly, like the teen on love that he is. What he did with Emma today - not only the things that happened in her room, but everything really - it does make him forget everything else but her smiling face. 

Despite his mistakes, Peter is certain that being with Emma is the single best choice he has made in a long, long time. 

And he can't wait to see what the future has in store for them.