inarticulation
Peter found you absolutely insufferable. In his eyes, you were immature and frankly..annoying. He couldn't stand still when you were around, the bright red suit you wore immediately made him groan. His head tingled as soon as you started talking, hand on his shoulder which he brushed off with a soft sigh. "We should hang out more often!" You smile sweetly at him and he represses the urge to gag, eyes narrowing as he shrugs you off and starts walking. You follow, footsteps audible behind him as you make it clear you plan on convincing him. "Come onnn.." "No." He grunts out, his voice plain and blunt, but it doesn't push you away. "Why not?" He continues walking, giving small waves to the other Peters he passes by as he does. You continue following him, pestering him and getting close enough to poke his back, making him stop in his tracks with a loud sigh. "..Fine."
Now here you both were, sitting in his living room, playing with his rubik's cube. Peter kept an eye on you–to make sure you weren't going to be annoying or aggravate him, of course. "Your house is so cool." You mumble after minutes of fiddling with the cube, setting it down and turning to him with a smile. "..Thanks." Peter responds, hand gripping the arm of the chair he sat in as he met your gaze through his mask. He could feel his body shiver slightly, his head humming softly as he narrowed his eyes at you, making you cock your head. "You okay?" "I'm fine." "Maybe you should remove your mask!" "..Why would I do that?" Peter huffs out and straightens himself, adjusting his hat. "Because I asked." You smile at him and tug on your own mask. "I'll take off mine if you take off yours." "You never wear your mask." "I could put it back on and then I can remove it." Peter rolls his eyes and turns away from you, now adjusting his mask with soft grumbles of annoyance.
The more time Peter spent with you, the more he found himself growing confused. The red that used to tick him off now made him feel sickly sweet, forcing himself to murmur a cheesy line about your outfit, making you giggle and worsen the feeling in his gut. His fingers pinched fabric between them each time you stood too close to him, minty breath hitting his nose and making his head tingle.
"I was thinking about going to a bar, just you and me." You suggest to him, staring at him. Peter only raises a brow and scratches his head in feigned thought. "To get to know each other better." You add in with a shrug, a shy smile on your face, obviously nervous. Peter shifts a bit and just..squints at you, not sure what to do or say. It stays like that for a while until he nods with a shrug.
"You know, I..I really like you." Peter feels his head tingle again as soon as he feels you pat his back with a drunken smile. "You're..okay." "Yeah?" You lean close, breath practically stained with alcohol at this point as you flutter your eyelashes at him and rub his arm. "A bit annoying, but you've..grown on me." He admits with a murmur, earning another smile from you. It's enough to make his skin itch, for some reason, and a frown slides on his face as he watches you take another sip of your drink. "Come on. Let's blow this joint."
"Take off your mask." He can feel the scent of alcohol on your breath as you lean close to his face, lips faintly pressed against his as you stare at him through his mask. Peter just presses his lips to yours, kissing you indirectly, making you pull away with a grin on your face. "Come onnn!" You gently tug on his mask, fingers slipping underneath. His head tingles and his fingers twitch as you lift it up but doesn't move an in itch, allowing you to revealing the lower part of his face to you. You kiss him, his tongue savouring the sheer taste of you as you kiss him with passion, fingers gripped on his shirt. His hands shake and tremble as they gently grip your hips through your suit, black blending into the bright red on your body. Peter feels like he's on fire, skin itching and brain fuzzy as he indulges in you and all you have to offer, hands firmly gripped on your hips. It's only when you pull away does he take the chance to breathe, eyes locked on you as you smile sweetly at him. "I really like you, Peter." You mumble, hand gently pressed against his cheek, and he softly curses under his breath. "I like you, too." Peter mumbles just as softly, voice gruff as he leans close to you again.