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Her dark eyebrows furrowed as her pink lips turned downwards, watching as 'Mani put her hand on his. The smaller girl had her legs on his lap and was actively telling him a story, gesturing wildly every few seconds. When she spotted her looking, she squeezed his hand and even leaned in closer so her nose was grazing his cheek as they laughed.

The bass thumped from the stereo, so much she could feel the vibration as she looked away quickly, focusing her gaze on something else instead. The brown drink in her hand, she scrunched her nose before tossing her head back and taking a swig. The drink burned at her throat, going down more smoothly as more of the liquid coated it. She wiped at her lips with the back of her hand before pushing through hot, sweaty gyrating bodies to another nearby couch. Sadly, she now sat across from the lovebirds.

“Who wants to play seven minutes in heaven?!" the hostess squealed, an empty girly drink bottle in her hand. She plopped down next to Ro, who scooted over and placed it on the table. A few kids made their way over, some she recognized from her short-lived time at Midtown.

"Okay, so since I’m the hostess,” she touched her heart and paused for effect, “I get to pick who’ll go first.” She looked around the circle, her cold blue gaze analyzing every participant before they landed on Ro, “You.”

Before she could object, the bottle was spun, and as if the heavens had heard her pleas, it landed on him, Peter Parker. As soon as his eyes met hers, she knew that this was God telling her to make her move.

They were directed down the hall to an old closet, pretty dim and small, and shoved inside. Although it seemed barely big enough for the clothes that were in it, they fit just fine.

He was nervous, and she could tell. The boy was practically radiating it, he needed a bit more courage than the beers he had been drinking. So she reached into her purse and pulled out a flask before offering it to him. He took it and smiled softly before taking a swig, his eyes squeezed shut as he swallowed the mix.

She took that time to admire him. She swore if her adrenaline hadn’t kicked in, she’d be a sweaty mess just like him. His shirt clung to him due to the amount of heat in such a small place, and she was tempted to tell him to just take it off. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about her though - even though it’d be right. He handed her the flask from which she took her own hearty drink.

“Ro,” he began, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, “Y-you look amazing tonight.” He bit his lip awkwardly as he took in the sight before him. Roman was dressed in a tight deep red dress that hugged her body perfectly, accentuating her hips and chest. It didn’t help that she at some point had applied a deep red lipstick - that matched her dress and nails; since he had last looked at her when she was standing up against the wall. Her dark brown tresses were curled at the ends and elegantly framed her face. Unlike the rest of her glamorous outfit, she wore red converses to match. Needlessly to say, she was gorgeous.

“I was going for the signature Stark look, classy but casual.” She chuckled, looking down at her shoes. The tops were covered in tiny miscellaneous sketches of coffee cups, homes, and heartbeats. “Putting on the converses was the only way, my dad would let me out,” she rolled her eyes, “even though I told him numerous times that it was a formal thing.” She pushed a loose curl behind her ear, “You know my dad.”

The memory of Tony threatening to show up in the suit if some guy even glanced her way played in her head. Peter chuckled as if reading her mind, “Yeah, I do.” He rocked back and forth on his feet, just being near her made him nervous.

“Ro,” “Pete,” they spoke in unison, and she let out a melodic laugh, batting her mascara’d lashes at him. Her bright smile made his stomach do flips as he took in the beauty that was Roman Stark. In his slightly drunken haze, she looked like a goddess, he could practically see her on a throne and even his tipsy mind knew there was no way she’d ever go for him. Yet his eyes stared anyway, taking in as much of her beauty as possible before it was taken. Her hazel eyes had specks of green in them, he’d noticed, and she smelled like roses and alcohol, “You first.” She chuckled.

“I’m sorry we haven’t been able to- able, able,…” She held back a laugh as he processed the word, “…able to hang out as much lately.” He apologized, shrugging his shoulders sheepishly. “It’s cool,” her voice was smooth like silk, “Can’t spend all your time with me, you’d get bored.” She feigned sadness, clutching her hand to her chest. He gasped, “By the Roman Stark? Never.”

It was quiet for a few moments before she spoke, “But since we’re here…” She bit her lip, now realizing how close they were. His body was up against hers pressing her up against the wall. Her heart fluttered as his hand brushed against her leg on its way to her hand. He was sure she could feel his body heat radiating off of him, “I wanted to address to elephant in the room.” Her red lips went up in a smirk and a smug look flashed upon her features, “Is that so?” he asked

“Yeah, the fact that you’re flirting with me.” she joked, and he gasped, “Me? No, not- not at all!” She lightly tapped his shoulder as she looked into his brown eyes. “How much have you had to drink tonight?” She asked, her eyes filling with worry. She had been drinking herself, but it was completely unlike Peter to drink.

“I should be asking you the same,” he paused. “You’re so pretty.” he mumbled, and Roman cocked an eyebrow, “You’re fucking shit-faced.” She giggled, stepping forward and tripping over her own two feet before grabbing his shoulder for balance. “It wasn’t a lot! Besides, that was hours ago. Also prior to popular belief, I'm not a lightweight!” He whined. She raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips, “Oh, really, Parker? What would- What would Aunt May have to say about that?”

“She doesn’t know. Besides Amani-”

That was when they kissed, she didn’t want to hear a word about Amani. Their lips met, and Roman’s heart seemed to turn into fireworks. She was the damn fourth of July. It caught Peter off guard, but he quickly gained his composure, kissing back. It also seemed the drink had given him some courage as he ran his hand up and down the side of Roman’s leg.

It eventually led to him haphazardly placing a mixture of spontaneous but gentle kisses down her neck towards her collarbone. His head was telling him to go for it, and it seemed that Roman was giving the green light as she was encouraging him; her breathing hitching the further down he went.

Suddenly, he stopped and avoided her eyes. The previous events caused him to stutter, “Was- was that okay?”

“Hell yes, do that again.” She answered before forcefully pressing her lips to his in a heated kiss. Their close proximity had an effect on Roman as her stomach filled with butterflies and he kissed down her collarbone towards her chest. She pulled him closer before giving him a taste of his own medicine, kissing down the paler boy’s neck.

She kissed lightly, teasing him before she found his sweet spot. Slowly, she sucked at his skin, leaving dark red and purple marks in her wake. His eyes were closed and his mouth open in wonder. She smirked to herself - her wish had been granted.

Yet this was too good to be true, she had been given a gift. No, a blessing, and even her brain’s cloudy thoughts knew it. “Peter?” She mumbled, pressing her forehead against his, and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Mhm?” his eyes were still closed, and he was trying to take in the moment.

“Do you want this?” She whispered, staring at his features, trying to discern the look on his face. He opened his eyes and his brown ones met her hazels, “Yes.”

That was all she needed, and in a heartbeat, they were walking out of the closet towards an open bedroom. He walked inside and plopped down on the bed as she locked the door behind them, “You’re sure?” She asked.

In the moonlight, she was a goddess, and he was a mere mortal. The way the light hit her olive skin as she leaned against the door, her hazel eyes were striking as she awaited his response. He wasn’t sure if it was the drink talking or him, but he swore that she cast a spell on him when he nodded his head eagerly, “I want this, Ro.”

She sat down next to him, closer than Amani had been. Her lips grazed his and he sighed, “I want you, Ro.”