“Please don’t go.” + “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.” with peter maximoff please and thank you hun x

alexsunmners:

Peter Maximoff + this prompt list

A/N: This is pretty mediocre but whatever. @put-in-writing it’s ur bf and also @kurtwxgners enjoy some Soft Peter

Genuine free time is a rarity at Xavier’s.
Usually, ‘free time’ is actually time that’s supposed to be spent doing
homework or studying, but this is one of those rare occasions where free time
is actually just free time, and you’ve made the most of your Saturday evening.
You and Peter have been holed up in his room since dinner, watching bad movies,
eating copious amounts of popcorn and pretending the appeal of cuddling in bed
together is strictly platonic. The credits start to roll on the movie that had been
playing and you rub blearily at your eyes, shifting against Peter’s side so you
can glance over at the clock on the bedside table beside you.

“Jesus, it’s like one am. Maybe we should
go to sleep,” you suggest, and Peter pulls a face at the idea.

“But why?” he asks petulantly and you roll
your eyes.

“Because sleep. I’m tired and you’re tired
and these movies are terrible and we’ve run out of popcorn. Do I need to go
on?” You retort, and now it’s Peter’s turn to roll his eyes at you.

“Okay fiiiine,” he draws the word out in mock indignation. “We can go to
sleep if you insist.”

You start to sit up and swing your legs
over the edge of his bed to head back to your room, expecting Peter to pull
back so you can get up, but instead he just adjusts his position and pulls you
in so your head is resting against his shoulder. You try to ignore the way your
cheeks heat up and your heartrate increases erratically as he slings an arm
round your waist and settles you against his side.

“Uh, Peter?” you start, voice a little
unsteady. “What’re you doing?”

“You said we needed to sleep, right? Well
we are,” he says matter-of-factly, as if his response to your initial
suggestion was the most natural reaction in the world.

“I meant in our own beds,” you say
amusedly, though despite your surprise at his display of physical affection,
you still aren’t pulling away from him.

“This is better,” he says resolutely, his
arm tightening minutely around you, his voice a little defensive, and you lean
back to look up at him curiously.

“It’s-why?”

“Because I-being around you is-it just is,
okay? Please don’t go.” Peter’s voice is quiet and suddenly a little unsure,
and as he’s looking down at you, his gaze flickers unconsciously down to your
lips and then back up to your eyes, and just like that, your impulse control is
gone. One of your hands comes up to rest against the side of his neck,
fingertips brushing lightly over his jaw as you lean in and press your lips
gently to his. The kiss is short and sweet and a little hesitant, but as you
pull away, his eyes are still closed for a moment, and he lets out a soft sigh,
his breath ghosting over your skin.

“Okay. I won’t go,” you whisper, the hand
at his neck sliding up to cradle his face, thumb stroking over his cheekbone.
He doesn’t say anything in response, just tilts your chin up so he can kiss you
again, his lips warm and soft against yours as he winds his other arm around
your shoulders, pressing you closer as he draws back and you tuck your head
against the crook of his neck, letting the warmth of his body lull you to
sleep.

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The next morning, it takes you a couple of
seconds to reorient yourself, blinking drowsily as you take in the room around
you and Peter’s uncharacteristically peaceful expression as he sleeps. You’re
still wrapped in his arms, and you don’t try to fight the fond smile spreading
over your face as you shift against him slightly, leaning up to kiss him
softly.

“Peter. Wake up. C’mon sleepy,” you murmur
between kisses, giggling slightly at his sleepy, confused expression.

“But whyyyyy,” he mumbles, moving so he can
bury his face against the crook of your neck, eliciting more giggles from you
as you thread your hand through his hair, tugging him up again.

“You gotta. It’s a beautiful morning,” you
say persuasively, and his mock pout quickly gives way to an endearing grin as
he looks at you, seemingly surprised that you’re actually there.

“It’s nice that your voice was the first
thing I heard today,” he whispers, and you feel your cheeks heat up in
response.

“It’s nice that I got to wake up with you,”
you whisper back, and Peter actually seems to light up at your words as he
leans in to kiss you again.