#userzey

Okay, maybe this was a little stupid and a tiny bit creepy but it was all in good fun. You were crouched outside Peter’s window, squatting down on your feet as you caught your breath after climbing all the way up the fire escape.

He was already in bed, but just sitting with his laptop, watching videos with his earphones in. You wanted to get your breath back before making him aware of your late night venture to his flat.

You knocked on the window.

Scared, he flinched at the sound and peered out of the window. You sat there waving with a broad grin on your face. He blinked as if he couldn't believe you were actually there. He jumped out of his bed, throwing the covers over his laptop. Peter only had on pyjama bottoms - your cheeks warmed momentarily.

The window slid up, a gust of warm air flying out of his bedroom, hitting your cold body.

“What are you doing here? It's, like, one in the morning!” He exclaimed, whisper-shouting - he wrapped his arms around himself, shivering in the drastic change in heat.

“I got bored, and I know you go to sleep late so I wondering if you wanna go out?” You shrugged, slightly hopeful. This wasn't the first time you’d turned up to his place at night in your fluffy pyjamas. But it was latest you’d turned up.

He sighed and pressed his lips together, hands on his bare hips as he argued back and forth in his mind. You’d seen this look a lot, from the time you had spent with him, this seemed to be the most frequent look you’d seen out of him. Apart from the usual smile that donned his face - how much you loved that smile. It would brighten up your bad moods and strengthen your good ones. You’d do anything to have that smile on his face, especially directed toward you. All that happiness and joy on his, all pointed to you was an indescribable feeling.

“B-but Aunt May might wake and it’s real late, I don’t know, maybe a different day?” He said, unsure, as he scratched the back of his neck. You pouted, exaggerating your disappointment.

“Aw come on, Parker, I’ll buy you ice-cream?” You bribed, the ghost of a grin coming and going across your features. He smiled.

“Are you luring me out of my home with ice-cream?” He laughed, folding his arms across his chest. You scoffed.

“Uh, and the pleasure of my company at 12am,” you informed, standing up straight and striking a pose. He laughed again, the sound warming washing over you like a downpour on a summer’s day - his effect on you could never seem to dull.

“You’re such a bad influence but I love it,” he said, quietly. Your cheeks warmed despite the bitter cold night. “So I’m coming, hang on.”

You watched as he stumbled about his bedroom, trying to get his shoes on. Walking back towards you, he pulled on a hoodie and clambered out and on to the fire escape beside you.

“Time for that ice cream,” he grinned, smiling brightly as he grabbed your hand. Together you ran down the metal stairs of the fire escape and onto the cement streets of New York City.

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“Wow, I’ve lived here all my life and I’ve never seen New York like this,” you breathed, pulling hair out of your face and staring off of the roof. The wind whipped your hair everywhere so you tied it back with a bobble, Peter waved you over to the edge.

“Come and sit,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder. But you didn’t move. How beautiful he looked from this angle? The stars dotting the midnight sky before him. His feet were hung over the edge, swinging back and forth - he held his nearly finished ice cream cone in his hand - along with your own.

“Are you staring at me?” He chuckled, the corners of his thin, pink lips twisting upwards.

“Nah, staring at that view of course,” you smiled, sitting down beside him and sliding closer. He handed you back the ice cream.

“You mean this one?” He pointed a thumb to himself. You rolled your eyes and shoved him gently. You were on the edge on a multi-storied building so shoving him hard wasn’t the best idea.

“I mean, that one isn’t all bad,” you mused, tapping a finger to your chin. He laughed.

In silence, you both sat - reveling in the background of the night. You’d give anything to stay in this moment forever.

Warmth spread to you immediately, and when you looked down, Peter had slid closer, his side against yours - when you lifted your head, he had just lifted his. You froze, gazing back into his soft brown eyes as he stared into your eyes. You could barely even see in this light but this wasn’t the only time you had looked at each other like this. You would study him; his face and features. Drinking it all in as if it was the last you’d ever see of him.

His eyes shifted slightly, down to your lips, but back up so quickly you doubted it even happened. He blushed, his already rosy cheeks flushing a darker colour - you didn’t doubt it now.

Leaning forward, you put a hand on the base on his neck, the space the hoodie left bare, your cold skin meeting his warm one before pressing your lips to his. The initial surprise evaded him a moment later and he kissed you back, a hand holding your head and keeping you in front of him. The feel of his lips against yours was more than perfect; with the shape of your lips pressed to his you kissed him harder - your free hand sliding down his arm and grabbing the hand that wasn’t planted to you.

Your hands intertwined and he squeezed your cold hand before releasing and holding your waist - you deepened the kiss.

He moaned into your mouth and you shivered at the sensation, gripping the hair that grew at the nape of his neck tighter. He tasted of strawberry ice cream - the flavour you criticised him on, but now, you were determined to taste more of it.

The kiss slowed, evolving from quick and needy to slow and dance-like. Till it stopped all together.

Then he broke away, breathing in deeply. His lips were swollen and red; you imagined yours looked identical. The sounds of both of you regaining your breaths filled the air, until Peter opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again.

“Talk about it in the morning?” You offered, swinging your feet back onto the roof edge and standing up. You held out a hand for him to take.

“Yeah,” he said, taking your hand and standing up after thinking about it. He began to walk away, assuming you were following.

“Wait!” You called out, pulling him back by his hand. He turned around with a soft, content smile to his face and pushed a hand through his hair.

Closing the gap, you kissed him again, holding the sides of his head in your hands as you pulled him closer.