#aheroeslament

"…Can you..can you kiss me?” For a minute she’s momentarily incredulous. Peter didn’t exactly shy away from the times when he wanted to kiss her. But then, those were days when times were a bit simpler and he was a bit more reckless, she a little more innocent. It’s not the same so much now, but to hear him ask doesn’t remind her of that change. Instead it only makes her laugh, something husky and real from the back of her throat. 

"…Well! How..how nice of you to ask, Peter.” She’s amused, it can be told by the crinkling of her green eyes, the way her lips spread in a pleased and altogether shy little smile. Maybe because it’s endearingly precious, that he would ask, in that voice that’s really more fumbling and gentle than you’d think Spider-Man’s civilian voice would be. But this is her boyfriend at the core, doe-eyed, a little bit fumbling, hand scratching his cheek with an equally shy little smile. 

"I think that would be okay." Gwen talks conversationally, as if they’re discussing the weather all the while she smooths a strand of blonde hair from her face. Her cheeks are flushed pleasantly and her smile grows a little wider, looking the way she always does when he appears, suited or bedraggled, into the center of her universe. 

Like she’s meeting him all over again, like she’s giving him the first look of love she ever did and they’re newly dating, except they’re not and she doesn’t move. Gwen just waits and smiles at him, every little twitch of her mouth going up an echoing refrain of three words.

[ i see you. I SEE YOU AND WHAT YOU ARE DOING. ]

Okay, so maybe she had overdone the expresso shots. Gwen had spent a long night studying for the advanced quantum physics exam she and Peter had. After finishing, they agreed to hit up their usual spot The Bean to celebrate. Gwen had practically fallen asleep on the walk over, so she doubled the usual shot count. 

They were placing thier empty mugs off at the counter, drained to the last drop when the caffiene. Suddenly she was fast talking, animated hand movements. One subject to the next before the mop top with her could even get a word in. “What did you think of the last question? I mean honestly atomscan’tevenbesplit like 3.5raisedtothefifth it, right?”