GENRE: fluff ! (+ make out scene)
WARNINGS: sexual themes
NOTES: none. this wasn't requested and is ALL for my sake lmaooo. the first part has been sitting in my drafts forever.
WORD COUNT: 4871

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You and Jubilee had a running gag in your friendship, and that gag just so happened to revolve around Peter Maximoff.

Both of you thought he was totally hot, which you'd admitted to each other one day long ago. Ever since then, you two did this thing where you'd pine over him simultaneously. And although you both, of course, thought he was cute - it was mostly in a joking way (at least, that's what you like to tell yourself).

For instance, as of then, you and her were sitting in the common room on a hot Summer's day. The two of you were sprawled out on one of the couches, clad in shorts and vests, hair up, whispering to each other lazily.

Jubilee was chewing on her gum - a signature move of hers - as you both looked over at Peter.

He was laid across an entire couch on his own, eating an orange sucker that he'd no doubt stolen. As Summer progressed, you'd seen him eating them more and more. Perhaps it was becoming a bit of an addiction of his.

"Wow, what I wouldn't given to get a taste of that," You admitted jokingly to your best friend.

"What, the popsicle?"

"Yeah, that too." You replied, which only caused her to start giggling, you joining in despite yourself.

It was certain that you had more of a crush on Peter than Jubilee had. Hers was more an admiration of his looks, and you were kind of actually into him. This was only proven more when he looked over at the two of you, noticing you laughing while your eyes were set on him, and your stomach erupted in a full chorus of butterflies.

He'd finished his sucker, chucking the stick somewhere on the floor behind him. You rolled your eyes at him, but couldn't help but blush under his intense gaze.

He raised a single eyebrow at you, before breaking into a smile.

You couldn't seem to look away from him, only doing so when you saw Jubilee in front of your line-of-sight, instead of him. She raised an eyebrow, laughing slightly. "Really?" She asked, obviously having tried to get your attention before.

You shrugged with a smile, not particularly upset that you'd gotten caught.

"I'm gonna go and catch up with Jean. See you later, okay?" She asked, and you nodded. "Don't cause too much trouble while I'm gone." She winked at you playfully, before finally leaving.

You were chuckling under your breath as she disappeared out of the common room, her tight pony tail swaying behind her as she walked. Once she was out of your eyesight, you shifted down in your seat, grabbing the book that you had abandoned when she'd come to sit and talk with you. You flicked it open to where your book mark lay, and began to read silently, enjoying the sounds of people bustling around, and the sunlight pouring through the windows.

Feeling like someone was staring at you, you glanced up to once again meet the gaze of the brown-eyed boy across from you. You could practically feel a blush spread through your cheeks and to the tips of your ears - hoping that you could pass it off as being from the heat. You tried to glance back down to the page, but the words seemed like gibberish with the way you saw Peter's gaze trailing over you.

Trying to focus, you got back to the sentence you had left off on, and once you'd gotten to the point where you had to turn the page, you noticed that he was gone from his spot. You couldn't help but feel a slight bit disappointed. Especially since it was probably the most he'd noticed you since you'd arrived at Charles Xavier's school.

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You had gotten permission to use the pool from Professor Xavier, and for most of the warm week, you hadn't really indulged. But that day was far too hot, and Jubilee had convinced you to slip on your costume and go swimming with her just after noon (when the sun wasn't too hot, she said). You'd found a corner near some seats and umbrellas, covered by a small spot of shade that you could move into when you felt the back of your neck and shoulders getting beat down by the sunshine. You practically spent hours with her, just fooling around, and floating in the cool water as people came and went. Most of the ruckus came when Scott brought with Jean and Kurt, and decided he wanted to splash everyone and be the usual lovable nuisance that he was. Other kids used the rest of the pool too, playing games and hanging out while some chatted and sun-bathed on loungers.

Jubilee was filling you in on some gossip, her body half way through a pink plastic floatie, while you rested you arms on the side of the pool to anchor yourself. Warren had shown up with Peter, and they were splayed out on the seating, lazy in the Summer heat.

Peter's long silver hair was tucked back in a loose hair tie, shorts laying low on his hips in a way that seemed almost intentional. He had another ice pop with him, enjoying it as it melted in his grasp. You couldn't help but watch as he licked at it, entranced by his actions in a way that you hadn't expected from yourself. His mouth wrapped around it slightly, and his eyes flickered over to look at you, seemingly knowing that you were watching him. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks warm at how obvious he was being about it. As he popped his sucker from his mouth, his borderline sultry gaze met yours, and a smile tugged at his lips before you could even react.

You flustered, turning back to your friend, trying to pay attention to whatever she was saying; but you could practically feel the fact that Peter was still looking at you. You were drawn to him like a magnet, and soon found yourself unable to even hear Jubilee, your sight meeting with his dark brown eyes.

Peter was so unabashed as a person, and you'd always knows that, but now that he'd noticed you he seemed to have formed a fixation (well, when you were around, anyways). He'd been looking at you just like you were at him, watching your dips and curves as you moved, and the way you spoke and smiled. He didn't know much about you, but he was curious almost immediately upon realizing who you were. It also helped that you fueled his very much perpetually growing ego.

More than anything, he liked the way you flustered. He could get used to that.

When Warren suggested that they joined you and Jubilee by the pool, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips in premeditated excitement as he agreed. Warren bumbled over, inviting himself into the pool where he unceremoniously splashed both of you using the edge of his wings. You groaned at him, laughing as Peter took a spot near you, sitting on the edge of the pool with his legs in the water.

When you met his eyes for the first time up close, they were deep and dark. You immediately felt yourself become warm, gaze fluttering away to look at Jubilee like you were a deer caught in the headlights. She couldn't help but laugh at you slightly, "What have you guys been up to?" She asked the guys instead, saving you from yourself.

"Nothing much," Warren admitted, sinking into the water so that he was neck deep, his wings fully submerged. They must have been heavy when they were wet, but you were sure he was probably used to them in that sense. "Right, Peter?"

"Sure," He remarked off-handedly, leaning back on his palms, "It's been too hot to do shit."

You couldn't help but snort out a laugh, the others following in suit. Peter seemed to enjoy your reaction, watching you as his lips pulled into a slight, satisfied smile. You leaned back from your spot, and he couldn't help but admire you - your hair wet and slicked back slightly, droplets traveling across your skin, eyelashes decorated with beads of water as you blinked, gazing up at him momentarily.

Suddenly, he thought he was insane for never noticing you before, because you had him absolutely weak at the knees with the way you were looking at him.

"Ugh, Peter, can't you bring us one of those icies you're always eating?" Jubilee asked with a slight whine in her tone. You couldn't help but chuckle, and Peter's eyes didn't leave you once, observing the subtle blush across your cheeks due to his presence. He was admittedly quite curious about you.

Within a moment, Peter had retrieved one for each of you - none of you asked where his stash was, more if he'd even gotten them legally. You simply enjoyed them, lapping up the citrusy, Summer taste until your lips were numb, and you had to throw away the sticks. His gaze couldn't help but linger on your mouth, enjoying himself far too much as you consumed his familiar treat.

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Opening your door blearily, you see Peter, awake and vibrating as ever. Your mind was too bleary to even go into overdrive like it usually would around him. A smile clearly spread across his face once he saw you, and you did everything to hide your blush, remembering you were in just a vest and gym shorts for the night. "Can I help you?" You asked, semi-rhetorically, voice coming out in a confused whisper.

Peter was your long time crush, and no matter how casually you'd been talking lately, you were still constantly nervous around him, your belly filling with butterflies where you stood.

He let out a chuckle at your apparent shortness when you were sleepy, admiring the way your hair was messy and your eyes twinkled with sleep. "Depends," He remarked, shrugging with a cocky smile, tongue on his palette.

You rolled your eyes at him as you shifted on your feet, hand still on the cold handle of your bedroom door, "I'm assuming you're just going to ignore the fact its passed midnight?"

"Naturally," Peter shrugged, one hand brushing through his silver strands easily, "Wanna go night swimming?" He finally asked, brown eyes clearly sparkling as he watched your reaction.

You sighed, leaning on your one leg slightly as you weighed the idea up in your head. You knew that Peter was a bad influence, and he was a nuisance by all accounts - but he did have the perfect mutation so that he was never really caught when he got up to nonsense. Of course you'd jump at the opportunity to be alone with him. With the way he was looking you over, eyes dark and adoring as ever, full of mischief - you could hardly turn him down; especially because it was hot anyways. You'd been tossing and turning from the heat, and thought about going for a cool shower even though you weren't allowed out of your dorm room at night.

"I don't have anything to swim in . . ." You blanched, fully knowing you'd cave in a second; but you wanted to tease him anyways. You liked not letting him get his way, if only for a moment. And he liked it, too.

His gaze fell to your body, taking in your outfit for a moment, the corner of his mouth tilting into a slight smirk, "I know just what you can wear . . ." He told you suggestively as he met your eyes once again, voice knocked down a notch in a way that you didn't expect.

You couldn't breath for a moment, not believing he was really implying what he was. When you regained your composure you immediately rebutted, shoving his chest slightly to hide how flustered you were, "You wish, Peter!"

He didn't miss the way your cheeks filled with a pink blush, laughing at your reaction to his words. "I'm kidding!" He told you as if you should've known all along, but he didn't seem to be trying to really convince either of you, "So . . . are you in?"

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Peter pulled off his shirt, throwing it in a pile with his shoes and socks, as you watched on timidly from the side of the pool. You'd decided to just go in what you were wearing, not really caring that it'd get wet either way.

When he turned to look at you again, his lips were parted with a certain breathlessness, and he was running a hand through his silver hair almost nervously. He'd had lots of time to admire you while you became friends; and honestly . . . he adored you. Every one of your slight dips and curves, and the way you spoke, and moved. The way you looked at him.

Standing in front of him, you were flushed, avoiding looking at his now naked torso, and the fact that he was now far closer to you again. You could almost feel his gentle breath on you, and despite the heat, goosebumps lifted across your skin. He regarded them with a gentle smile, absently reaching a hand out to run against your arm, feeling them in his wake.

When he finally looked to see your reaction, your eyes were already on him - dreamy and fond as you watched him admire you. You'd never thought that you'd go from having a dumb crush on him, to him regarding you the way he did. Your heart was thumping as his hand lifted up gently, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "You ready?" He asked in a whisper.

For a moment, you thought he was talking about something else. Until you remembered just where you were, blinking away your adour for him as he tugged you towards the shallow end.

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When you finally got out of the water, your clothes were clinging to your skin, and the both of you were smiling and giggling, covered in chlorine. He couldn't help but laugh as you tugged the wet material away from your body, groaning at the cold that was suddenly taking a hold of you.

"You better get me back inside, Peter," You chided, but couldn't sound too annoyed, with the way your teeth began to chatter, and the teasing humour in your voice.

You were dripping, and so was he, but God, he was pretty. His hair was wet, and he was beaming, filled with adrenaline as he reached out to bring you closer. His hands held your hips slightly, and before you could process what was happening, you felt a burst of wind, and blinked open your eyes to see a completely different room.

You'd gotten used to the idea of a communal bathroom after a fair bit of time boarding at Xavier's school, but it still get a bit strange. There was one large room full of shower heads, only separated in to stalled sections with a shoulder-height walls, and curtains. You couldn't really see anyone else, and everyone had the decency to look the other way - but it was still kind of embarrassing that someone could peek over if they wanted to. There was enough space that you could only really invade someone's privacy by coming right up to the divider.

Then again, most of you girls would talk to each other in the showers, since you could see other people's heads (unless you were particularly short). During the mornings or evenings, you liked to gossip, telling each other about the previous day, or simply chatting while you got ready.

Peter was standing in front of you, offering you a towel with a tilted head, and the object out-stretched.

You took it with darkened cheeks, "What? Are you gonna shower with me, or something?" You laughed nervously. Peter was overtly confident, and you were sure he'd imply almost anything if he wanted to. But he also mostly did things without much intention; as pure as heart and idiotic as he could be.

"I'll take one over there," He gestured behind him with humoured grin, "If you don't mind."

"Sure. But you can take one next to me as long as you promise not to peek," You teased, and he seemed surprised by your words. He wasn't as cocky as people usually assumed he was; and he was surprised you hadn't freaked out at the concept of him being there completely.

Soon, you were instructing Peter to turn around as you stripped off your wet clothing, having to peel it off your skin because of its water weight. You let the items fall in a pile on the tiled floor, and slipped behind a curtain in one of the stalls. Peter had lined up all the soap and shampoo you had in your room along the wall between the two of you, and you couldn't help but laugh under your breath. Having him as a friend was incredibly novel. Things would appear out of nowhere, and be done in the blink of an eye; and it was all him. You'd assumed he spotted it in your dorm before (it wasn't unusual for you to hang out with your other friends in there sometimes - given that you shared it with Jubilee), and grabbed it when he knew you'd want to rinse off.

"I hope you don't mind smelling like Raspberries," You told him, turning on the water of the shower so that you could get it to the right temperature.

You could hear his laugh bounce against the tiles, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. You'd come to love his laugh in the time you spent together - it made you feel warm and happy, particularly when it exposed his dimples slightly. Once it was hot enough, you stepped under the water, and it was a welcoming change to the snippy cold. The room was filling with steam slowly, and you looked over to see that it was mostly coming from Peter. For some reason, it didn't surprise you that he liked the water to be scalding.

From your angle, you could just peak him from the neck up over the wall. He was under the stream, head tilted back as his hands ran over his face, and then through his wet silver hair. For a moment, you felt like you were prying. It wasn't even leering in the typical sense. You simply admired him - the way his jaw clenched slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed subconsciously.

Peter must have felt your gaze on him, because he looked at you from the corner of his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips now that he'd caught you. You pretended to be busy with grabbing your shampoo, and he let you.

Frankly, he'd let you get anyway with anything.

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A couple of weeks passed, and the two of you had become nearly inseparable by most standards. Warren and Peter were now officially hanging out with your friend group; because the latter would do anything to keep close to you. He always had an arm wrapped around the back of your seat, or he'd be tagging along as you walked in the hallways. Peter made up constant excuses to talk to you, and at some point, you realized that he stopped trying completely; and dropped the pretenses. He just had to admit to himself that he liked being around you. He almost craved it in a way. Whenever you were apart, all he'd think about was you - how you looked, something you said, when he'd see you again, what he'd say to you.

You weren't any better, not-so-subtly enjoying the attention from him. All your friends were rolling their eyes at you, but Jubilee was more happy than your pictured - acting as if she'd predicted the two of you from the beginning.

Peter and you never really addressed it, however, and remained on the precipice of whatever relationship you had developing. All he really seemed to know was that he wanted to make you smile, and laugh, and blush. And you couldn't help but notice how caring he was towards you, despite his slightly cocky persona. He could be an absolute dork when he wanted to impress you, and you'd never met anyone like that.

As of then, you were on a walk through the gardens with him, his hair pushed back by a pair of shades, and his signature silver jacket tied at the waist because of the heat. You found a suitable tree, pulling him down beneath the shade so that you could both sit on the grass. He didn't seem to mind, chuckling as you spilled to the floor, practically landing on top of him. He didn't make comment as he leaned back on his palms, allowing you to sit closer than he thought you would. Your legs draped over his lap, entrapping him in your conversation while you spoke mindlessly about something or other.

He just watched the way your lips moved, face closer than it ever would've been when he first met you. Silently, he found himself grateful that you'd allow him to be so close. That you'd allowed him in your life at all. It had started with him simply noticing you across the room, to having you be the only thing he could bare to think about. Peter thought you were beautiful, his hand absently drifting to hold your thigh, comforting you as you spoke.

You must have asked him a question, because you were looking at him with curiosity. He, however, was too enraptured by you to hear a single thing - ironically. It wasn't really like him to not listen to you, so you weren't too annoyed, eyes softening as you let out a small chuckle.

"You didn't hear me, did you?" You asked with a growing smile, and Peter couldn't help but mirror it just a little.

"No," He admitted, shaking his head softly as his thumb began to rub gently against your skin, "You just look so pretty today, is all."

Peter was a flirt, and confident without a doubt. But the longer he spent with you, the more he felt that all waning. Like he really want to make what he said to you count for something.

You immediately blushed beneath his gaze, looking away to hide how flustered you really were. Ever since you met him, he could do that too you; and that didn't seem to be coming to an end any time soon. The more you accepted your feelings for him, the more you got to enjoy those moments, though. Hearing anything like that from the object of your affection was bound to get your heart thumping like crazy.

He remembered the night you went swimming together, and you were so open with him - willing to do anything he suggested because there was nothing to lose. And how your relationship had never been the same since then; your eyes meeting bashfully as you showered next to each other, coming out in just towels, running through the halls to get back to your dorms before anyone else woke up. No one else had given him moments like those, and he cherished them more than anything.

By the next day, you seemed more open with him, hanging out like you were friends all along. You'd be just as affectionate with him, as you were with your other friends. You made sure to see him every day, and ask how he was. And you'd always hang around his dorm, hoping that he'd have time to spend with you. Little did you know that he didn't really have shit to do, besides wait around and think of you.

"It's so hot . . . where are those suckers you were hoarding last month?" You asked indignantly, leaning back on your elbows so that you could look up at him, your hair falling back due to gravity.

Peter allowed himself to watch you fondly, a small smile pulling to his lips as he regarded your languid position. "Gimme a sec," He told you, and suddenly you felt movement beneath you, and then blinked. And he was back just like he was before, a single ice pop between his fingers.

He grinned as your hair settled from the gust of wind, licking at the treat with no mind for you, or your mounting body temperature. It didn't help that you and him were pressed together - but you didn't really want to give that up as of yet.

You groaned, rolling your eyes preemptively at his antics. There was always something with him; but to be fair, it kept you entertained.

"There was only one left," He remarked to you while hiding an amused smile, fake empathy in his voice as he tilted his head slightly. His lips wrapped around it, taking it into his mouth to show you that you now definitely didn't have the opportunity to take it from him. Peter didn't sound convincing with his words, but he didn't think he had to be with you. You could probably read him anyways.

Knowing he was lying, you sat up leaning closer to him defiantly, "What makes you think I'm afraid of your cooties, Maximoff?"

His last name fell from your mouth in a way that he never knew he was craving. You were far more teasing that he anticipated, his cheeks dusting with a light pink. However, that wouldn't really stop him.

Daringly, Peter offered it out to you, expression decidedly hard to decode, besides his inherent smugness. His warm brown eyes held amusement, but also something else behind them.

Without much thought, you reached over and took it in your own hand, fingers slightly sticky as you placed it in your mouth slightly, savoring the once familiar flavour. As you pulled it out, your eyes flickered up to meet his, half lidded, and all to pleased with yourself when you saw his expression.

It didn't take much for you to fluster him, and right then was no different - though it was all intentional. His lips were parted as if he never actually expected you to follow up on any of the cocky things he let slip. His eyes were unlinking for a moment, but he soon relaxed when you offered it back to him, a mischievous smile on your face that wasn't the usual for you. He had to admit, he liked confidence on you. And he liked you being bold. But it was also making him have to bury a lot of not-so-innocent feelings.

"Hey, Peter?" You asked once you realized he hadn't reached out to take it back.

Before he could think up much of a reply, the question was tumbling from him without much thought, "Can I kiss you?"

You immediately flushed, and it was your turn to be shocked, suddenly not sure what to do with sucker in your hand. Your stomach immediately pounced with butterflies, and Peter was looking at you like you were the only thing in the word. "I . . . yeah, you can," You told him, breathless.

In a second, you were on you back, the object previously in your grasp discarded on the ground beside you to melt. His lips were pressed to yours, decidedly soft and slow, despite everything else. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, kissing him back with enough fervor to make him smile against your lips at your eagerness. He tasted sweet, and was as warm and inviting as you pictured he would be, his one arm outstretched to support his weight, and the other holding you close to his body. His tongue was still cold from the popsicle when it slipped into your mouth, and he still tasted like artificial orange flavouring. It was sweet and sticky, and left you wanting more - now finally realising why he craved them so often.

When you pulled apart, your chests were heaving against each other, and all you could do was breathlessly meet his dark eyes.

"I . . . I think I'm slowly falling in love with you," He admitted in a whisper, and despite how serious he was, he also seemed amused with himself that he'd ever be saying something like that. He'd never been so whipped.

You knew something like that was probably meant to freak you out, but you couldn't help but smile in return, the bridge of your nose rosy pink. "Slowly?" You queried, moving one hand to hold the side of his face, brushing long hair away from it gently.

He couldn't help but laugh in response, "Yeah, I guess not. But . . . can you blame me?" He asked, eyes all over you with an expression of happy contentment, watching your gaze.

All you could do was shake your head, tilting his face in your hand slightly in order to capture his lips in yours again. He couldn't help but sigh against you, leaning into your touch because it was everything he'd ever needed.

"I think I'm falling for you, too."