Gwen’s not having that great of a day.
After her lengthy argument with Harry and a long night of tears, she’s feeling rather empty.
But more so, guilty.
Her gaze would shift from the sidewalk to Peter, a brow lifting.
“I’m glad too. I can only imagine what that must’ve been like. Wouldn’t want you to be in danger of any sort.”
She mumbled the last part. This is just a ramble now.
“I assume danger comes with the —
@arachniidisms Gwen’s lips would tighten as she gulped down any remaining nerves. The female’s palms would lift to slip around Peter’s nape.
“Peter . . . you really do make me happy.”
She uttered softly, a loving gaze sweeping over Peter’s features. Everything seemed to slow in this —
@arachniidisms — would rest her palms on his muscular arms, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“If were really sixteen, we wouldn’t be so careful.”
A soft chuckle passed her lips, thinking back to their first time. They were both dumb kids, but like now, it didn’t even matter, they just did it.
@arachniidisms Well he wasted no time.
She always had loved that about him.
Gwen, sitting up when Peter stepped away, tossed all of her stuffed animals and random pillows off the bed. She would settle herself back down, her cerulean optics eyeing him hungrily.
Upon his return, she —
@arachniidisms — lip, this time with humiliation.
“I’m sure I still have some condoms around here though. Probably taped under my desk.”
Don’t ask. She’s not sure why she did it either.
@arachniidisms The female whined softly as he pulled away, her gaze shifting to get a better look at him completely.
His question sparked a small gasp, one of concern. Shaking her head somberly, she puffed with frustration.
“No. I kinda stopped after you and I . . . “
She bit her —
@arachniidisms For a split second she contemplated her actions, especially with how far they were going.
But no matter what she thought, it always led back to the happiness of him being here again.
“Mmf~”
The female mustered past a deeply bitten lower lip. She was writhing with —
@arachniidisms Oh fu—
Lying back completely on the bed, she would let a much more audible moan escape her lips.
She was squirming internally, desperate to get her hands on him. /All/ of him.
Her hands would reach up to take a hold of his locks, tugging gently. Gwen’s hip would roll —
@arachniidisms — she didn’t want to rush any of this. God only knew if she would have another chance like this, and if she did, there was no telling how long it would be till then.
For now, she wished to enjoy every passing moment and second.
Her fingers would slip into Peter’s suit —
@arachniidisms —
Although at first she felt wrong, at this point she had never felt more right. Peter was who she wanted, and he would always be, no matter where their lives took them.
She would risk everything for him and even more if he asked.
@arachniidisms She too would make a soft moan, her body heating from his touch.
Gwen exhaled sharply, biting her lip.
“Peter . . . “
She would utter lightly, his name coated with a loving tone. Her warm breath would sweep from her brims while they pressed along his chest.
—
@arachniidisms — move her lips along his jaw and down his neck. She would gently take his skin between her teeth along the way, adorning his skin with love marks.
Her teeth would graze along his collarbone, only pausing to softly bite down.
@arachniidisms She certainly wouldn’t want him to, not at this time. After all, they’re both sixteen again and nothing else matters.
Gwen’s arms would snake around Peter’s neck, her fingers playing with the tips of his hair. Finding his newly bared skin enjoyable, she would hastily —