All the pieces fall right into place,
Get caught up in the moment, lipstick on your face.

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  "You are sure you are not in pain?"

   One does not simply, stay near Peter Parker without having dirty thoughts.

   "I'm as good as new." You told him, watch him joining the table.

   Tonight is a welcome home little date between the two of you, after so many weeks at the hospital you were finally well enough to leave the patient's bed, unharmed, unscarred. So Peter prepared the dinner in his home, the one at the very top of the hotel he owns.

   The candles were lightened up once again and the music played softly in the background. He doesn't know it but he is so good at being romantic.

   Today Peter Parker was in his white shirt, he  unbuttoned and rolled up the sleeves like he always does, the only difference you could notice was he didn't take his neck tie off.

   "If you feel pain, or having a stomach ache just tell me okay? I actually think you should stayed in the hospital a little more." He looked at you worryingly.

   "I'm better now. Seriously. I'm fine." You repeated with a light smile. "And it is all over now, everything is back to where it should be."

   "Right..." He said. "Are you really sure you want to go back to school? After everything?"

   "Even with you i have to learn and graduate then get a job like normal people do."

   "But you're not just my girlfriend now, you're Tony Stark's daughter, you don't have to even work and you'll have his money more than you could ever spend. I still can't get over the fact that you are his daughter, like-- Oh my god, how? The world can't be that small."

   "I know. I can't believe it neither. How is that even possible. That three months when you were in jail i was with him all the time, but I didn't think, one bit, that he is actually my father. I would love to ask about it from my mother, but she would never wake up." You looked down at the ground, got lost in a memories with her for a second.

   "You know we can try something else. Having another surgery? I will find the best doctor for you." He said.

   "I talked to my father--- god it will takes time to get used to call him that. I talked to him about mum and he tried his hardest to get her life back, but no luck. We will visit her at the hospital tomorrow."

   "Do you want me to come with you?"

   "You have an important meeting, just go. I'll be fine." You said, looking away at the distance through the window, where you can see New York lights at night.

Parker walked over, before you even know it he kissed you, passionately, softly. One of his hand was holding your cheeks, forcing you to look right up.

You stood up as your lips followed his. This kiss was longer than you both ever had, and neither of you wanted it to stop. But you can't breathe as he keeps coming for more, finally you had to push him away for air.

So he held you instead, put your arms around his neck as his hands were around your waist. He then moved slowly along the song.

"I owe you a dance..." He whispered gently.

You chuckled, moving your feet with him.

"It's all over. You are safe now. I promise i'll keep you safe and i'll never let go." He sounded so soft, there was nothing but honesty in his words.

You just laid your head on his shoulder, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. The songs were still playing, you two were still moving in each other's arms.

"You know i mean it when I say i love?" He asked.

"I do." You told him with a smile.

"Spend your life with me."

"What? Like a marriage?" You laughed, thought he was joking. But he went quiet so you turned your head at him, he looked at you like a child. "Oh, c'mon. I'm 17 and even for you we are way too young."

"I graduated." He told you. "I have like ten degrees. I have my own company and i'm so rich, i could take care of you and everyone you love, trust me i'm not too young, compared to what i've been through."

"I believe you. But we can't even deal with the media about me being a Stark. So, I suggest us to wait."

   "Fine. But you won't be using Stark for too long, one day you will change it to Parker."

   "(Y/n) Parker... Is it working?"

   "Sounds awesome to me." He kissed you again. Kissed you real damn good. His lips felt like paradise, his touch was the sweetest sin. And you could say something because this unprepared state but he shush you up with the kiss.

   He held on your waist, took you in his bedroom, pushed you down the sheets in the color of pewter that he likes. He unbuttoned his shirt then made his way to you like a lion looking at its prey.

   He kissed you again, from lips to jaw line, from jaw line to neck. Every touch of the two of you was electrified. And he won't stop, for you two have a long night to go. Parker loved the look on your face, scared but prepared, nervous but daring.

   So he looked deep into your eyes while his hand untied his own tie, the next thing you figured is those tie will probably end up on your wrists.

   Then you completely understand why he didn't take his tie off like he usually do.

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   The morning is peaceful and quiet and how lucky, you woke up just in time to feel his arms wrapped around you.

   "Peter?" You called him.

   "Morning." You were right, he was already awake.

   "Why haven't you got out of the bed then?"

   "I discovered new favorite things to do."

   "Which is?"

   "Having you in my arms and just lay in bed together." He said it so simply and sweet, so you turned to another side to face him, and he really looked happy.

   "Did i hurt you?" His asked, twisted his brows a little.

   "A little... But i'm happy." You told him, then just stared at his face, thinking how could one be so perfect with a messy hair in the very morning. "You're smiling... You should smile more often, i love it."

   "I don't smile a lot?"

   "Yeah, especially when i first met you. You were so cold, and I wondered to myself something sad must have happened at some point..."

   "I didn't have anything to feel happy about, that's all." He said, got something in his mind, maybe his past, some terrible ones, he was quiet for a while then decided to tell you. "When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen... they happen because of you."

   "...You can't blame it all to yourself."

   "I can, that's the whole point because it's true. I had the world on my shoulder, and it was too heavy, and i lost some parts of me with it."

   "Heroes can fall sometimes, after all you're human." You laid your head on his shoulder, hands placed on his bare chest. "But if you feel like you have to do it, i will lift the whole world with you."

   He kissed your hair and hugged you tightly.

   "Will you smile more now?" You asked him.

   "I'll try."

   "Just remember, with great power like yours comes great responsibility, but now you're not alone anymore."

  "You reminds me of him..." He muttered.

   "Who?"

   "I'll tell you one on our wedding day." He chuckled.

   "Have fun waiting. Oh, i can picture Tony's face----- WAIT TONY IS MY DAD NOW." You jumped off the bed. Panicked.

   "What's wrong?" He asked.

   "Tony will come pick me up today here!"

   "....When?" He asked, starting to be nervous.

   You looked at the clock on the table. "He will be here in 3 minuets."

   "Oh fuck." Peter got up as both of you running around naked in the rooms trying to find your clothes.

   "We can't let him see us like this, he will know what happened last night just by a glance! Where's my pant?"

   "He's a new dad--- maybe he won't mind me-- made love to you---?" Parker stuttered.

   "Dad is a dad Peter. have you seen my pant? Where did you throw it away?"

   "God i wish he will be reminded of all the time i saved his ass and not kill me for banging his daughter."

   "Peter i can't find my pant!"

   It was too late as you two heard the knock on the door.

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    Neko : Guys, i have been wanting a name to call you guys, like a little fandom names for those who read my books and I finally came up with one.

   From now you guys are 'Depressed Potatoes'.

Hello my fellow Depressed Potatoes.

This is my new book called Diss Track. Neko out yo.