#tasmania

You're not wearing the mask (a lucky thing, otherwise this might have proven a pretty sexually confusing experiment) so Peter sees every ounce of mischief in your eyes when you tilt your head and smile. "Can I try the web shooters, too?"

"Totally." Peter flicks his wrists, latching onto your hips on either side. When he pulls tight, you have no choice but to stumble towards him, laughing as you fall into his lap. "Another time."

"Why not now?"

"Too much power."

You grin at him, positively impish as your legs shift to straddle him more fully. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. Sorry, you've got to go through orientation first."

You set yourself down in his lap. Peter's hands travel from your hips down your legs, meandering, but your bravado slips when you hear a ripping sound.

"Oh, no." You twist your neck to see your backside. You arch toward him a bit in the process, which Peter is not mad about. "I'm sorry—"

"It's fine," he says. "I'll fix it."

You still look guilty. "I didn't think it would tear."

"I tear it all the time. Trust me, this is not the worst tear this thing has seen." Peter touches your jaw, angling you for a kiss. "Anyway, it looks good on you. Worth it."

You soften. "You think?"

You let Peter kiss you a while longer. Your fingers cup his face and curl in the hair at the back of his head. He knew the material of his suit was slippery, obviously, but he never really considered how that might feel for you until he experiences the sensation of you moving smoothly over the material of his jeans. He can feel your body heat through the spandex.

"Are you super sure I can't try the web shooters?" you murmur near his ear after a while.

"Hmm…huh?"

"I just think it would be fun."