Peter Parker (
promisebreaker) wrote2013-04-17 09:37 pm
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Feel like making love
Nervous and excited didn’t begin to describe the emotions Peter was dealing with right now. He was pretty sure that by virtue of planning this out so detailed it was going to all go terribly wrong.
And he was going forward with his plans anyway.
Plans that involved a suite at The Plaza.
He’d taken pictures at exactly 5 weddings to pay for tonight. He’d spent the entire afternoon littering rose petals across the bed, ordering a playlist on his phone, grouping candles together and basically making everything as movie perfect as he could manage. There were strawberries, both chocolate dipped and plain, champagne in a bucket and four different kinds of dessert, because who needed to behave like an adult when it came to dinner? Certainly not the two of them.
He’d first had the idea when he and Bethel had discussed his virginity. Setting didn’t matter much to him. The who of that was more important, but Bethel’s first time had been rubbish. She deserved better than that and she wanted him to have better than that. He’d suggested that when the time came, they could pretend it was her first time too. That was what this night was about. They’d already pushed their boundaries so far that it was nigh ridiculous. Peter had found self control that he didn’t know he had during marathon make-out sessions with Bethel. It had never been a question of if she’d been the one, but more a question of if the timing was right.
Or maybe it had just come down to the fact that he was tired of having self control. Regardless of how things worked out for them in the future (and he thought that was hopeful) Bethel would always be important to him. He was head over heels for the girl and he couldn’t see regretting losing his virginity to her.
He might regret the cheesiness of this night, but he didn’t think so. He was pretty sure Bethel would understand what he was going for and why he’d gone to all of this trouble. That was one of the best things about her; she seemed to understand him right from the beginning. She got him in a way that he hadn’t thought anyone ever would.
As far as Peter could tell, everything was ready. All he needed was the girl.
And he was going forward with his plans anyway.
Plans that involved a suite at The Plaza.
He’d taken pictures at exactly 5 weddings to pay for tonight. He’d spent the entire afternoon littering rose petals across the bed, ordering a playlist on his phone, grouping candles together and basically making everything as movie perfect as he could manage. There were strawberries, both chocolate dipped and plain, champagne in a bucket and four different kinds of dessert, because who needed to behave like an adult when it came to dinner? Certainly not the two of them.
He’d first had the idea when he and Bethel had discussed his virginity. Setting didn’t matter much to him. The who of that was more important, but Bethel’s first time had been rubbish. She deserved better than that and she wanted him to have better than that. He’d suggested that when the time came, they could pretend it was her first time too. That was what this night was about. They’d already pushed their boundaries so far that it was nigh ridiculous. Peter had found self control that he didn’t know he had during marathon make-out sessions with Bethel. It had never been a question of if she’d been the one, but more a question of if the timing was right.
Or maybe it had just come down to the fact that he was tired of having self control. Regardless of how things worked out for them in the future (and he thought that was hopeful) Bethel would always be important to him. He was head over heels for the girl and he couldn’t see regretting losing his virginity to her.
He might regret the cheesiness of this night, but he didn’t think so. He was pretty sure Bethel would understand what he was going for and why he’d gone to all of this trouble. That was one of the best things about her; she seemed to understand him right from the beginning. She got him in a way that he hadn’t thought anyone ever would.
As far as Peter could tell, everything was ready. All he needed was the girl.
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Of course it meant by the time she got to the hotel and grabbed her key card and texted Peter that she was on her way up, she was kind of a sweaty mess. Which was just brilliant really.
He'd seen her with the flu, she knew she didn't need to impress him, but it was a hotel and she wasn't dumb, she had a very good idea of what was on the agenda for the evening. She just... she was sweaty and gross and covered in sticky plant guts and she probably had pollen in her hair and she was tired and all the wanted was to drown in the shower and eat something in ed before passing out.
But still. She didn't want to disappoint Peter. She spent the elevator ride smoothing down her hair and trying to tug the wrinkles out of her (his) shirt ineffectually. At the door, she knocked before using her card to open the door and...
"Oh. Wow. Oh." That was a lot of flower petals. And candles. And strawberries and just everything. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, looking at the room in awe. "Oh Peter."
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Yeah, he could care less what she looked like. Bethel was gorgeous and if she wasn't at the moment, Peter was pretty head over heels in love with the girl she was, not the girl she looked like.
He was standing there like a dorky five year old, grinning at her. "It's too much, isn't it? We can just...get another room if you want. If it's too much, or go back to your place or...you know what ever. We can call it a night even. You look tired. Should we reschedule?"
Except that he'd put a lot into this and it would be several more weddings before he could afford to do it again.
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And she did. It was so sweet of him and so very Peter, earnest and sweet and kind of adorable.
"I want to stay. I just... can I take a shower first? And then... change back into my dirty clothes. Oh. Well, maybe no shower first."
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And then he just looked smug. "Go shower. There's two hotel robes hanging on the back of the door."
He was pretty proud of himself for noticing this. He had considered going to her place to get clothes, but he was pretty sure that this night was about no clothes.
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To pull him towards her while she backed up towards the bathroom door.
"Two bathrobes you said? Why don't you come with, Peter." Her lips curved up into a smile and she gave his hand another tug.
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With that smile, he knew he was in trouble and he didn't mind at all, except that his mind kind of went blank. It was one thing to prepare for all of this. It was another entirely to know that it was actually going to happen.
"Uhm...I--y-yeah. Two bathrobes. Are you..." he swallowed hard, struggling to make words. "Are you sure?"
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Reaching back, she looked over her shoulder at Peter and snapped open the clasp of her bra. "I'm sure."
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"Yeah--oh--okay."
He followed her stripping his shirt off first, tossing it somewhere. His jeans followed. He hopped on one foot and then the other as he stripped his socks off. He finally caught up with her, arms going around her from behind as he placed a kiss on her shoulder.
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Yes, it was cheesey and goofy and kind of ridiculous, but she loved it. And she loved Peter. They deserved it.