Who takes longer showers? Peter Parker
"Peter?" Jess voice rang through the silent apartment. "Could you hand me my clothes. I think I forgot them in the bedroom" slowly the bathroom door opened. Steam flew out before a head appeared. Jess frowned, a grey mob of hair slouched on her head. She hugged the towel closer to her body as she stepped onto the wooden floor that covered their hallway. "Peter?" She called out again. As she got no reply she stepped further into the room. She passed the room that lead to the study and stopped in front of the bedroom door.
The oak door opened with a crack. "Peter?" Jess called out, for the third time. She entered the bedroom and smiled as she noticed Peter's sleeping form on the bed.
His chest slowly rose and fell as he remained unconscious. Jess's smiled softly, walking closer. She ran a hand through his soft chestnut locks before walking to the dresser.
As she dressed herself, she failed to notice Peter's eyes opening. A smirk appeared on his face as he watched her, her pale skin, the freckles that only his eyes had seen and the fading marks he had made a couple of nights ago.
He quickly closed his eyes as Jess turned around, clad in a Mickey Mouse shirt and a pair of black sweats. She stepped over to the bed and crawled down into it, being carefully not to wake Peter. She curled around him, pressing her face against his chest. Very softly she dragged her hands up and down his chest.
Peter lost his self control and pulled Jess closer to him, burying his nose into her hair. Jess let out a chuckle, turning her head so her ear rested against his chest.
They might have been to late for their reservation, but none of them regretted it. All they needed was each other.
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