DEEP BOOMS AND ECHOS could be heard three streets down. As (Y/N) and Peter walked towards Flash's house, they remained quiet while the beating music coated their eardrums.

"Shouldn't someone file a noise complaint?" She questioned, moving closer to Peter and almost shouting in his ear.

"I hope not, May would go crazy if I was sent home with a cop." A giggle escaped (Y/N)'s lips as they walked closer and closer to the party. They found Flash's house quickly: it was the only one with teenagers surrounding it, the door wide open and music erupting from the entrance. (Y/N) walked in front of Peter, him staying close to her. She pushed and shoved herself and Peter through the crowd that surrounded the front entrance.

"Hey!" Flash's voice called over the music. "You made it, you two crazy kids!" He flung an arm around Peter's shoulder, leaning onto him slightly.

"Yeh, thanks for inviting us" (Y/N) replied, looking up and down the hallway at the people drinking and chatting.

"Hey, it's okay! Let loose, have a drink, have funnnnn" he closed his eyes and leaned close to Peter's face. Peter turned away in disgust. The smell of alcohol laced in his breathe. (Y/N) looked at the sight of her boyfriend wrapped in Flash's arms and giggled.

"(Y/N)! How nice of you to join us! You're friends with Parker?"

"Yeh, like I have been for four years"

"Whoa, four years and you still haven't tapped that?" He gasped dramatically at Peter, hanging off his shoulders: the shift in Peter's weight not affecting him at all.

"I'm not answering that" Peter mumbled, shaking his head and looking down.

"'Cause you so have!" Flash shouted, letting go of Peter's neck. He raised his hands in the air, his drink spilling out of his cup slightly. Peter looked over at (Y/N), hoping she'd realise his discomfort and move away from Flash. She looked deep into his eyes and nodded, moving closer to him and grabbing his right hand.

"If May smells alcohol on me, I'm dead"

"Don't worry, I won't be drinking. Just watch out for everyone else"

"Okay, how can I do that when there's alcohol everywhere?"

"Just-" she was cut off by someone almost spilling their drink over them. She pulled Peter away from them with herself and almost banged into a wall. They both laughed and leaned closer together. "-watch out for people like that."

"How did you notice them and even me, with my spidey sense, didn't?" He whispered.

"Let's just say, I'm used to it" she whispered back, closing the gap and giving Peter a light kiss on the lips.
"Now, what should we do?"

***

Peter and (Y/N) walked hand in hand, giggling as they climbed the steps in their apartment building. It was 00:57. Almost everyone in that building was asleep, including May. 'Shhh's escaped Peter's mouth as (Y/N) fumbled with her keys, eagerly unlocking the door, pulling Peter inside with him. She quietly closed it.

Peter threw his jacket over a chair and pulled off his shoes, leaving them neatly by the door. He began unbuttoning his plaid shirt while (Y/N) pulled off her own shoes, placing them next to Peter's. Her body twisted and admired Peter's body. He smiled as he watched her eyes travel all over his torso.

"You know," she smirked, stepping closer and closer to him. "I'm glad this Spider-man business is working out." Her left hand rested on his shoulder while her right index finger traced the lines on his chest. Her eyes followed her hand. Peter's doing the same.

"You know," he copied her, sliding his hands down her sides. "I'm glad you forgave me all those weeks ago." His hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her hand laid flat on his chest; their eyes met, foreheads touching. A small smile worked its way onto (Y/N)'s lips.

Just before she could connect her lips with Peter, he moved his head to the side, grabbing the tops of her thighs and lifted her over his shoulder. A squeal escaped her lips as her hands rested on Peter's lower back. She gently swung her legs, trying not to kick Peter. She watched as the stairs appeared beneath her and as her bedroom floor came into view seconds later.

Peter set her down on the floor. They stood in front of each other for a few seconds; their light breathing filling the air. (Y/N) looked into Peter's brown eyes - filled with love and wonder - and moved closer to him. His hands flew straight to her face, cupping her cheeks and pulling her closer.

Their lips collided. Her hands rested on his bare chest as their lips moved in sync. Peter turned his head swiftly, deepening the kiss. (Y/N)'s lips parted slightly, letting her breathe. Peter took advantage and ran his tongue over her bottom lip. He slipped it in and pulled back again. (Y/N) moved her head to the opposite side, running her hands down to Peter's waistline.

His lips left hers marginally, letting his breath leave his throat. (Y/N) giggled slightly, only for her giggles to be turned into quiet moans as Peter attached his lips to her neck. Her head fell backwards, allowing Peter to explore as much as he wanted. Her hands left his waistline, running up his sides quickly and wrapping his brown curls around her fingers.

As she pulled at a strand, a groan left Peter. It vibrated against her neck, tickling her and making her breath hitch. Peter's hand left the side of her neck he wasn't kissing and dropped to her waist. He pulled her body closer, his hands resting on the small of her back. He continued to suck her neck, moving up behind her ear, knowing what it did to her.

"Shit, Peter" she moaned as his kissed her sweet spot. His breath hummed against her delicate skin as she continued to play with his messy hair. A hand left his head, moving to the back of his neck, pulling her closer to his body. Every part of their bodies were touching; there was nothing left alone.

Her fingers wrapped underneath Peter's chin, pushing it up for his eyes to meet hers. She bit her bottom lip, Peter resting his forehead on hers. Peter's feet began to move forwards - (Y/N)'s moving backwards. The top of her calfs hit her bed, making her bend her knees and fall backwards. Peter followed her down, shifting his body to fall next to her, not on top.

Giggles escaped both their lips, turning onto their sides to face each other. Peter's arm stretched out to act as a pillow for her head while he rested on his shoulder.

His left hand rested on her waist. Her right hand rested on his cheek.

(Y/N) moved her head forward, placing a short and sweet kiss on Peter's nose. There was no room between them.

"You bring out the best in me" he whispered, so quietly only she could hear, like it was a secret from the rest of the world.

"You bring out the best in me, too" she replied, pressing her forehead against his like he'd done previously.

"I love you," he said shortly. "Like, I really love you. As in 'I love you so much I'd marry you right this second but we can't, but I still love you' I love you. I'm completely in love with you"

"Pete. I love you, too. Like, I really love you. As in 'I love you so much I'd marry you right this second but we can't, but I still love you' I love you"

"I'm glad the feelings mutual" he smirked before rolling onto his back, letting (Y/N) lay her head on his chest, wrap her arms around his torso and lay her legs over his. She laid there with him for a few seconds in silence before realising something...

She was completely and utterly in love with him.