Dirty Puns
Reaching for a textbook on the top shelf of your locker, you shifted your weight to the tips of your toes, fighting to balance. Two hands gripped at your hips, providing stability but also sending a jolt of electricity tingling from his fingertips resting gently on your exposed skin. It could be no one else except Peter Parker. You started to turn to face him, but he made the first move, bringing his lips so close but not to touch your ear.
“Are you a mirror, because I can see myself inside of you,” Peter whispered, shoving aside his typical shy nature for something bolder. You staggered a step back, but that only brought you tighter into his body. Your textbooks and notebooks slipped out from under your grasp, landing at your feet with a loud smack.
Nervous to hide your raising temperature, you scrambled to the floor, putting space in between you and Peter. A soft smirk swept over his lips; his senses were dialed to a thousand and you couldn’t possibly hide your embarrassment from him. Peter took the opportunity to lean against the dark blue locker, looking down at you with a faux innocent twinkle in his boyish brown eyes.
Snapping up to your feet, you struggled to pretend to appear cool and collected when Peter had the opposite effect on you. Pulling you back into him, he tipped his forehead in to skim over yours, a blush captivating his cheeks as well as yours. Seeing his twinge of awkwardness, you relaxed and melted like chocolate into his comforting arms.
A mere second or two passed before Peter snaked his hands down your spine, settling on your lower back. His hands inched down further, causing you to slap his hands away and stumble back against the locker. He bit his bottom lip and raised his hands in surrender, but Peter couldn’t hide the rare sheen of overconfidence that was obvious in his expression.
“Peter!” you hissed, head swiveling in a circle to ensure nobody else had seen what went down between you two.
“Sorry! Y/N it was just a little fun seeing you blush, I’m done now I swear,” Peter begged you to believe him, crossing his fingers and placing them over his heart. Rolling your eyes, you nodded slightly, closing the locker door. Peter looped his hand in yours as you headed down the hallway, going back on his promise as he leaned in one more time.
“You’re on my list of things to do tonight.”