Peter Parker (Tom Holland) imagines

staying the night

I rubbed my eyes, kicking my slippers off and yawning, hanging my jacket up.

I went into the bathroom and changed out of my dance tights and leotard, putting on one of Peter's t-shirts.

I then sauntered into his room, crawling onto the bed and collapsing on his body.

I buried my face into his neck and my legs entangled with his while his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Hey baby girl," he whispered, kissing my head softly.

"How was ballet tonight?"

"Mmfh," I mumbled

"I'm staying the night," i mumbled into his neck.

He chuckled.

"Of course, baby girl,"

We laid in silence until Peter spoke up.

"Y/N, you know, at one point we're going to have to-"

"Yeah but not right now," I mumbled as I snuggled closer to Peter.

"Y/N?"

"Mmhm?"

"By staying the night do you mean my house or on top of me?"

"Mmhm, Pete, your so warm,"

I mumbled.

"I'm guessing that means on top of me," he chuckled.

I giggled and I could feel the smile on his face. His hands traveled up my back and traded soft circles and shapes.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too,"