Peter rubs blearily at his eyes as the credits start to roll on the episode you had just finished and adjusts the arm slung around your shoulders.
"God, what time is it?" He asks, blinking sleepily. You shove him lightly, gaze still firmly fixed on the screen.
"Shhh doesn't matter, there are only two more episodes till we finish the season." You push your glasses up your nose and reach for the remote, before settling back against him, very visibly ignoring the implied 'can we go to bed now'. He checks the clock and sighs.
"Babe, it's three am."
"Only two more episodes, Peter."
"But you've seen the entire show before. We could just watch it tomorrow. Later today, actually." He suggests, his tone a little pointed, and you pout at him.
"It doesn't matter how many times I've seen it. I can't just not find out what happened at the party now that I know about the GHB."
"But you-" He starts, but you cut him off, twisting around to face him properly, setting the remote on the couch beside you.
"Baby. Sweetheart. Light of my Life. It doesn't matter if I already know what happens next. Veronica Mars is the best thing to happen to TV and it deserves to be overwhelmingly binge watched from time to time. Besides. You don't know what happens next and it is my responsibility to make sure that you find out. Plus, you stay up all night, like, all the time." You point out cheerily and he frowns.
"I-no it's-I don't stay up to watch TV." He protests and you roll your eyes at him.
"Which is why we're doing it now. It's a vital part of the teen experience," You lean up and kiss him. "And you're basically the worst teenager ever." He scowls petulantly at you, which is adorable, and you laugh as you pull him in to kiss him again.
"It's not my fault I got bitten by a stupid spider," He complains, and you smile teasingly at him, rotating until you can wind your arms around his shoulders.
"Not at all. That's why I'm taking pity on your failure to binge watch TV until inappropriate hours of the morning by making you do it with me."
"But I'm tired."
"Too bad. But if you're really that sleepy, then you don't even have to be totally awake, you just need to be my personal space heater until I'm done watching for the night." You emphasise your point by leaning heavily into him, resting your head against the crook of his neck. His arms go around you, pulling you in automatically and you drop a kiss on his collarbone before selecting the next episode. He sighs in resignation as the episode starts.
"Two episodes, right? So we're gonna be here till like, four thirty?"
"Mhmm." You hum in confirmation and he groans, but you can feel him smiling as he presses his lips against your temple.
"You're so lucky I love you."
