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peter parker | tasm / tasm 2 / nwh | ota

[thatparkerluck]

[chasedshadows]

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[thatparkerluck]

[ooc; if you don't mind slow tags, we can start with 1 and work our way through. or whatever happens happens, i'm easy! okay with brackets and prose, will follow your lead there.]

[Sleeping in is a rarity. Days off, even moreso. It doesn't really ever feel like Peter gets time away from his duties - both school and work related and extracurricular. Today, though, he's making a concentrated effort.

For Nancy. For him. For the sake of their relationship.

He's no gourmet chef, but he wakes up early enough to fix a little something something for breakfast. Thank goodness he's got enough presence of mind to turn the stove off when Nancy approaches, all messy hair and one of his too-big t-shirts sliding off of one shoulder, otherwise they'd probably create a fire hazard.

He's got better things to concentrate on, such as greeting her with a kiss. And turning that kiss into more kisses. And pulling her close to his body so they can kiss more easily. And then picking her up and gently setting her on the wobbly table so that he can wedge himself between her open thighs and kiss some more.

Priorities.]

[chasedshadows]

[ he has excellent priorities, Nancy would never question them. although she's especially grateful that he's chosen to indulge in a day off, and her own schedule just happens to allow for this one day to align. the world feels different when it's just the two of them like this, and she's fairly certain she has all she needs in this room.

her own extracurriculars are complicated at best, and working cases that involve angry spirits have a tendency to keep her up at night. so she's thrilled with the thought of breakfast and a day together; already beaming up at him from the moment she catches sight of Peter in the kitchen. it's why it escalates so easily; one kiss, then a few dozen more, and then she's proudly grinning against his lips for whatever victory her distraction has become.]

By the way, breakfast tastes delicious.

[ a confession: she may not be talking about the food. her mouth brushes against his neck, and she drops kisses along the slope of his throat. her hands wander a little - against his back, down to his hips, across warm skin that feels perfect pressed against her.

they're both busy people. Nancy knows this isn't - easy, or simple, or normal, really. but it's worth it, of that she has no doubt.]

Best I've ever had.

[ she laughs, a sound so light she hardly recognizes it as her own. and then she reaches between them to loosen the tie at the front of his sleep pants, palming over the fabric with skillful interest.]