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It's a cruel, cruel summer....

Coffee (It's Never Just That)

A/N: I'm back-ish. I'm gonna be slow in putting things out, but I want to write things I want and not feel like I'm trapped in my block. So baby steps.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Two ex-lovers can't have enough of each other until the game of love absolutely destroys them.

Warnings: Poorly written smut to represent the complicated relationship (18+). No happy ending.

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Staring at the screen felt like a stab to the chest. What could one say?

P. Parker: Saw you today- coffee?

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she thought out a response. But with Peter it was never just that easy. The first time was supposed to be the only time it happened. But again, it was never just that easy. 

It was the Italian place down the street from Mary-Anne’s, the shitty dive bar she and Peter spent most of their college nights at. The invite was a shock, considering the two hadn’t spoken since their breakup at graduation. Nothing could feel as strange as accepting the invite to the place where she first met his aunt. If she closed her eyes tight enough she could have sworn May was to her right and Peter right in front of her. The three of them laughing over some joke she couldn’t quite pull from the memory. 

Hard cut to the Peter in front of her now. 

He looked different from the bleached blonde skater she fell in love with. His natural brown hair was grown out and styled perfectly, he had traded his geeky science shirts and band hoodies for a dark sports coat and blue sweater. The Peter who sat in front of her now was a science teacher, and the girl who sat in front of him was still in love with every version of him. 

“I always liked when you wore your glasses.” She muttered, tilting her head to the side slowly. 

Peter’s cheeks flushed a dark red, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. She chuckled in response not realizing she’d so rudely cut him off from his ramble with her compliment. 

“I know you did..” His eyes scanned over her in a way that made her feel naked. Something sinister creeped into Peter’s smile as he spoke. “I always loved that dress on you.”

Her hands dropped nervously into her lap soothing out the wrinkled fabric. Subconsciously, they both knew what they were doing here. 

That’s why, when her dress hit the hardwood floor in his midtown apartment she wasn’t shocked. It felt like old times, hands fitting into curves and each other's hair just like it used to. Soft whines and pleas for him to ‘stay right there’ as he buried himself inside her. Her legs wrapped around his hips holding him in place, Peter’s breath fanning her face as he lowered his face to hers, lips interlocking, as his hands held her legs in place nesting himself at her cervix as he spilled himself into her. 

And just like old times, when it was done and over with she clung to him, like holding onto her favorite memory. Foolishly, she was too trusting in falling asleep, because when she woke up he was gone. Police sirens and a breeze from the open window warming the empty spot in the bed- she rolled over falling back asleep knowing that this would always happen.

But, it wasn’t the last time it would happen. She couldn’t tell if she was happy about that or not. It was all curiosities fault that she texted him back a second time to meet up. 

Pete: Let’s go to the park? Sit and talk about it?

Curiosity responded with a bit too enthusiastic of a  yes now that she was looking back on it. 

She couldn’t be too hard on herself, anyone would have done the same for the guy they’d never fallen out of love with. So, she sat cross legged on a wooden bench in the front of the water fountain. She thought it would be silly for her to toss a quarter in trade for a wish- she always heard that was better than any penny. But not even that would change…this. Her head jolted up quickly as she noticed him approaching. She dressed casually this time, and swore to herself that no matter what he says she’s not following him home like a lovesick puppy- he is not hers. 

“I’m sorry I left like that.” 

What a way to start a conversation. An empty apology was always the thing Peter was best at. 

“Hey, it is what it is. You have..a duty and all.”

“It wasn't my intention to do that.” 

Air around them felt heavy, and against everything that’s telling her not to she asks.

“To leave or sleep with me?”

Peter’s shoulders slumped as he spoke, “Both.” He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly, she was twenty-two again, sitting amongst a sea of her peers who didn’t know the man she swore she’d marry just told her he’d never want to see her again. 

“I won’t let it happen again. I do want to be friends, it’s just- hard.”

They could never just be ‘friends’. 

The third and last time it happened was completely accidental. 

She checked the time on her phone for a fourth time that night. It was official- she’d been stood up. 

‘Awesome.’ She thought to herself. 

She downed the last of her wine, listening to the jazz band play. Reaching under the table for her bag, a pair of brown loafers slipped into her view. There he was, again, damnit. 

“This seat taken?” 

“No, h…have a seat.” She motioned nervously at the booth seat in front of her. Suddenly, she was very aware of the jazz band picking up tempo in their song mocking the panic setting in over her body. 

“Date? You’re early.” He teased taking a drink from his whiskey glass. 

“I’ve been stood up actually.” 

The silence that fell between the two was awkward and heavy. 

“Oh..I’m sorry baby.” 

There he goes again with his empty apologies. Sighing she sits her bag on the table waiting for her check. 

“What are you doing here?” She asks, sitting her arms on the table leaning forward to hear him. Peter clears his throat, clenching his glass nervously, he runs his finger down the condensation as he thinks. 

“Got tired of grading papers I was walking by and…poof…there you were.”

The air she blew out of her nose was followed by a laugh she couldn’t hold back. Without prompt or asking Peter slammed down a couple bills to cover the check before holding his hand out to her. Looking around she took a minute to weigh all her options and right now all she wanted was the comfort Peter could bring her. 

So she led him back to her place. The two stumbling through the door, lips interlocked. Peter’s hands in her hair dropped down, hiking up the bottom of her dress. His hand grabbing a fist full of her ass cheek in the process, pulling her in closer as he groped the skin. 

“I miss you.” 

He whispered against her cheek, she could feel her heart skipping a beat as he spoke. Leaning back in her hands connected in his hair. Something felt different this time. 

Something was much more real this time, all she could do with her back to his chest was moan out her usual pleas for him to stay with her. He held her close, his hand flat against the middle of her chest, she knew he felt every beat her heart made times ten as he drove into her. His free hand roaming and groping her chest. Peter follows his same routine, laying her face against the pillow as he holds onto her. She reaches for his hand, feeling his larger one engulf hers as he finishes inside her. This time she had him, he was hers. 

Or so she thought as she fell asleep on his chest, as stealthy as Peter thought he was, he was never quiet enough for her. The warmth of Peter was replaced by the softness of her down pillow, making her ears perk up. Silently, she sat up watching him getting dressed. Pulling her knees to her chest almost protecting herself from what is about to come. “Where are you going?” 

The question made Peter stop in his tracks. He couldn’t even find it in him to turn and face her. 

“I’ve..uh..gotta go.” His shoulders slumped as he slid his pants on, hands on his hips as he leaned his head back.  “Early morning and all..”

“It’s sunday.” She laughs “Come back to bed.” It was said in a voice she’d hope would pull him back. But when he said nothing and continued to put his shoes on she realized everything that was said in the moment earlier was just that, a fleeting moment. 

“God. You are never gonna change are you.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement that came off much more hateful than she intended for it to be, but she was tired and too grown for whatever game it was he was playing. The thing that hurt the most was he didn’t even try to argue back. He huffed, buttoning up his shirt and ruffling his hair. He finally turned to look at her with whatever decency he had, with another “I’m so sorry baby.” 

Hr was always sorry- he’d only ever be sorry. Wiping her tears she rolled over in her bed and pulled herself under her covers as the door shut. 

P. Parker: Baby? Coffee? What do you say?

The vibration pulled  from each disappointing memory of her heart breaking. But finally she was making the choice she knew she had too. 

You: Hey Peter! Can’t tonight lots of thesis work to finish, hope you’re doing good though!

She dropped her phone on the couch as she set her focus back onto her laptop. The door opening drew her attention over her shoulder, tossing Felicia a smile as she walked out of her bedroom. 

“Plans tonight?” The blonde asked in a sing-song voice.

“Nope.” 

There was a sinking feeling in her stomach as her phone buzzed once more, she fought everything in her to pick up and go crawling back into his bed. But for now, she was done.

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