? SEX FOR HOMEWORK ??

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

'overworked and underfucked'
—Unknown

The world had fallen still, silent and motionless as you stood there, Peter's hand on your upper arm keeping you close to him as the space between you grew smaller. Peter was nearing, gaining on you as his grip tightened, lips pursing against one another as the wind picked up. His breath was warm and soothing as he pulled away, fanning over your damp lips.

"Peter-"

"M' sorry" she swallowed, "I just... I needed to"

"That's okay" you smiled, eyes flickering over his face, faltering every now and again when a strand of hair would threaten to catch your eyelashes, "m-more than okay"

There was a brief silence between you, and the loosening grip on your arm consumed your chest with guilt as he let you go, regaining your own solo balance. It's like you barely knew one another, forgetting how to breathe the same air let alone move. You tucked a strand of hair behind your hair, composing Peter to back up slowly. After emptying out the barrel of emotions Peter was carrying, he felt like he had completed his 'task' and now there was nothing more to do.

"M-maybe I should go-"

"On a note like that?" you scoffed placidly, raising both brows in unison, "surely there's gotta be something else you wanna say, right?"

"I just," he paused, taking a deep breath. There came the little Peter antic he had adopted, still unsure as to when; looking down to the ground as he ricocheted from one foot to the other. It was something he did when he was avoiding a subject, or nervous about something, and you'd picked up on it almost immediately after meeting him.

"I feel like a prisoner in my own skin?" he set about, swallowing as his fingers gripped the mask tighter, "I know what I want but I feel like I'm back at square one again, not knowing what to do with myself-"

"Well, what is it exactly that you want? Coming from an onlooker perspective, not a friend one" you leaned abruptly on one foot, tilting your head as you folded your arms. Peter noted the change in posture and immediately tensed: you weren't vulnerable anymore, you had your motive on, and when it came out there was no impelling it away. Peter knew you were worming this out of him whether he liked it or not.

"Remeber that night, at the party we went to a couple of weeks back? When t-that girl had me pinned up on the wall?" he asked cautiously, eyes keeping clear of yours as he stumbled over his words.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I thought... As stupid as it sounds, I thought that was gonna be it. Y'know, I was gonna get this whole thing over and done with, and then you made the deal and then it just all went wrong"