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[backdated to March 4] Room with a View (closed to Peter)

Her first experience on the space station was less than stellar, but Liz wasn't the type of person to let one bad experience hinder her from living. That and Peter sounded really excited about this date he had planned and so, she was more than willing to go with him. They probably should talk about what happened. She has sort of been avoided it.

Liz opted today for her black skirt, the same one from Valentine's Day, and a blue top. Since it was supposed to be a date she didn't bring her backpack either.

She stood outside the entrance of the otherworld and waited.

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He might be looking at the stars, but Liz was still looking at him and as he continued to talk, her heart siezed a little. The thought had crossed her mind a few times since they had started dating, but she never really let the thought sink in. When he said it, it felt real. Liz frown in the dark.

She wasn't quite sure what to say, but she turned in her side, letting go if Peter's hand so she could move it around her so she was on her side, next to him, and her head found it's place on his chest. The thought of him disappearing from the world was a heavy one.

"I don't think anyone could forget you. Peter or Spiderman." Her palm, which rested flat on his chest, curled in a little, clunching gently the fabric of his shirt.

Peter smiles a little at Liz's answer. "I hope not," he says, wrapping an arm around her. "But you know, I'm okay with that. Going down trying to help people. So it's not really something to get sad about."

It certainly seemed better than getting old. Sure, Peter wanted to live as long as he could, but it didn't really make any sense to do that if it meant not being Spider-Man.

"I know you'd remember me. And May, and Ned, too. I'm sure Liz's dad would with everything that happened."

He leans forward -- as much as Liz's body will allow, and gives her a kiss at the crown of her head, then lays back down.

When he laid back down, Liz would have sworn she could feel the kiss linger there on her head for a while, slowly dissipating like how ice melted on a warm day.

"Kitty told me once. She told me the worst thing I can do is to put myself in a position where you'd need to save me." And she already had, it seemed. She felt guilty about it and would probably have to tell Kitty, at some point, as if to admit her mistake.

"She said doing that could get you killed." This part was said a little quieter because the idea of Peter dying, despite his candidness about the whole thing, for Liz was hard.

"I just...I want you to know, I'm going to try never to do that... again."

Peter wishes Kitty didn't tell her that. He knew that he was concerned, but the last thing he wanted was for Liz to obsess over every little thing because she was worried about him getting killed.

And even if Kitty didn't think so, he could handle it. And if he couldn't handle it, he would ask for help. Just like when he had Ned to phone Happy when he knew the Vulture was gonna hijack the plane in the middle of moving.

"Sometimes, people get into trouble. Sometimes I get into trouble and people have to help me. There was this one time, when I was fighing the Vulture, and he just dropped me into Willow Lake--" Or was it Meadows Lake? Peter can't really remember, because they're so close to one another. "--and my parachute went off when I went a certain height, and Iron Man had to fish me out because I was tangled up in the parachute in the lake."

Well, Iron Man's armor came to fish him out.

"So, you know, even superheroes need help sometimes. I don't want you to spend your life just worrying about whether or not you're going to get in danger. Because yeah, I'm going to try and get you out of it, but if I need help, I'm gonna ask for it."

She lifted up off his chest, propped by her elbow, to look at him. She might never tell him since she figured guys wouldn't take it as a compliment, but he had the best eyes, she thought. When you looked into them, you could tell he was a good person.

"Me too, you know." Her eyes wandered down to where her hand was still on his chest. Her fingers played with the fabric of his shirt lightly as she moved her hand side to side. It was only a few days ago he had gotten one of his shirts ruined by claw marks.

Her eyes trailed back up to his gaze. "If I can, I'll be there to help you, or save you." He wasn't alone and she wanted him to know that.

"I know," Peter says, raising a hand up to her face. He runs a thumb across her cheek. Because he did know, and he trusted her, and even before they started going out, he was sure she was a good person. The kind of person he could rely on if he needed to.

"And uh," he begins, because this seems like a good time to talk about it, and he should probably let her know. "I talked with Karen and she told me about the things that happened when we were out here. I just -- I hope it was okay."

Her brow furrowed a little and she felt, maybe, a little twinge of worry. "What do you mean? What, um... what did she say?" Liz tried to think back but a lot of the in-between parts were pretty blurred because her adrenaline was pumping. Plus, she wanted Karen to like her and maybe she didn't.

"She said you asked some questions about me," he said. "I mean, I don't mind you asking her questions, but if you have any, you can always ask me. I can't promise I won't get weird about it, but I'll at least try and answer them for you."

"Oh." She felt herself blush at that. "Right..." It hadn't even occurred to Liz that Karen might talk to Peter, but it made sense since Karen was a) Peter's and b) and computer program.

"I just... I just wanted to know if you were, you know, um. Happy. With, well, with everything."

"You mean with us?"

The question is rhetorical; Peter doesn't bother waiting for an answer. "Yeah," he says. "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

Also, a rhetorical question.

"That day when we were sitting up in the hammock together is one of my favorite memories." And Peter's sure that -- even despite the initial embarrassment -- this will be one of them, too.

She smiled at his answer, head dipping down for a brief moment before looking back at him.

"Me too." The day she found out about who Peter really was and they kissed - it was definitely up there in her memories for sure.

Liz shook her head a little though. "But.. I mean, with everything. Being stuck here without Ned or your Aunt or even just New York."

"I mean, I miss it?" Though he means to state it like it's a fact, it comes out sounding a little like a question. "But I'm used to living here now. And I know now that Ned is taking care of May, and that the Avengers are taking care of everything I can't now that I'm here."

If he's not there too. That's a possibility he's considered.

"What about you?" he asks. "Are you happy?"

"I'm.. yeah, actually. I am. I'm happy." She smiled at him. "I mean... I miss my parents and Maria and Alex, but... " Like him, she had started to get used to living here.

"I think... You're a big reason why I'm okay with being here." Her smile widened and she flushed a little that probably didn't show in the darkness.

Peter feels his own cheeks warm at the admission. "Me too," he says, blindly searching for her hand. "I don't know why, but I just feel so comfortable around you."

In much the same way he feels comfortable around May. He'd say it aloud, but it probably would seem weird to compare his relationship with Liz to his relationship with his aunt.

"Did you have any other questions for her?" he asks.

She felt him search around and moved her hand to meet his.

"No.. no, I think I'll just ask you from now on." She laughed softly, then paused. "Does she... Like me?"

She wasn't sure why it mattered to her that a computer program liked her or not, but it did.

"Yeah," he says, smiling. "Why wouldn't she? You're the greatest."

And it's true. He ended up having a long talk with a day or two after everything that happened. A really long talk. And a lot of it was about Liz.

She pressed her lips together in an embarrassed, but happy smile.

"Peter?" Liz paused for a moment as if trying to decide what to say next, then finally, "Can I.. kiss you again?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," Peter says. Right now, there's nothing else he'd like better.

She only sort of hesitated for a moment as she shifted, turning her torso so she could lean forward and kiss him. She decided this was probably safer because she wasn't on him. Her upper body still pressed against his as her lips met his, her hand moving from his chest to the side of his face. It was hard now, though, not to think about the 'problem' Peter had before.

Peter's hand settles comfortably on Liz's side, careful to follow May's rules for dancing for making out. Hands on the hips. Not any lower. And right now it probably wasn't too good of an idea to move up too much further, either.

"You're a good --" But before Peter can get the words out, he finds his lips connecting with hers again; for a second, he almost forgets what he was trying to say, and when he pulls briefly away, he tries to say it again: "You're a good --"

But is cut off as their lips make contact a third time. It's only during the brief moment when their lips part after that that Peter elects to forgo the preface and just finish the sentence. "Kisser," he manages to push out before their lips touch again.

Being a girl meant that it was much easier to hide the way her body was feeling from people except, perhaps, flush skin and panting breath. Kissing Peter is one of Liz's favourite things to do and it was hard for her to stop when she started.

Peter's half an inch away from exposed skin of the side of her abdomen. Her tanktop having ridden up a little naturally from the position they were in.

She smiled against his lips, kissing him s fourth time as she shifted up a little for a little better leverage but also so her hands didn't become numb from the current position. It inadvertently meant unless Peter was paying a lot of attention to his hand, it probably would slip off her top to the spot just above her hips.

It was hard for Peter to pay attention once she was kissing him, so he's not immediately aware when his hand shifts to the patch of exposed skin right above her abdomen. He shifts his other arm over her, his fingers rolling back and forth over her spine. It gives him something to focus on. Something, he hopes, that will keep him from reacting physically too quickly to the fact that he and his girlfriend are physically very close right now and he really enjoys it.

His hand on her skin felt like electricity and her back arched a little into his touch. Her kissing stopped for just a fraction of a second before she kissed him, this time a little deeper, this time with tongue. She wanted to tell him he was a good kisser too, but she couldn't quite bring herself to stop kissing him right now. All her emotions that led her to this moment were seeping out of her body into the way she kissed him and moved slightly against him. Her free hand found the collar of his shirt and her fingers wrapped around the edge of it, a hint of his warm chest against her fingers.

Peter's confidence in his ability to kiss was limited -- mostly because his experience was limited. But still, he follows her lead, his teeth briefly catching on her lower lip as she feels her hand clutching his collar. He pulls away again, but only for a moment to ask her:

"Do you want me to take it off?"

Liz paused at the question, a nervous sort of half smile as she bit her lip, considering the question for a quick moment. "Do you... Is that... Okay?" Her voice was a little breathless from the lack of breathing they had been doing.

[backdated to March 4] Room with a View (closed to Peter)

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