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You make it easy. Like... if I screw up you’ll let me know so I can do better but you won’t judge me.

[He gave a shrug at that. There was kind of the most freeing thing ever and one reason he felt like he could relax around her.]

Wow. That’s a lot of dirty thoughts there, Miss Stark.

No, I won't judge you. You don't judge me for being weird about stuff like this.

[She understand that feeling entirely, he gave her that freedom too.]

I just can't seem to help myself.

I'd never judge you for that. Maybe about other things like your choice in guys but not that.

[Peter gave her a smile to know that he was just teasing her and not putting himself down.]

You should write a few down. For posterity.

I'm assuming you mean how extremely specific it is?

[That was good. She hadn't necessarily gotten out all the punchiness earlier, and she didn't actually know if she would get punchy with him over him, but it probably wasn't impossible.]

I thought the idea was I was going to write them all down?

Seriously. Superhero nerds you took the virginity of and were your friends before you started sleeping and dating with them is a super narrow criteria.

[Eh, if she needed to get punchy to him about him he was okay with that.]

But then you'd be writing all the time. You can just do some of your favorites.

Well, I'm picky. Wouldn't you say I should only have the best?

[So she was still witty on pain meds, that was good to know.]

I suppose I can use that to entertain myself when you aren't around while I'm still stuck resting.

Yeah you definitely don't set the bar low.

[And maybe now was not the time to talk about it but he really meant that about her and by extension that made Peter feel... special. And really, really good.]

I promise we'll find ways to make sure your resting isn't boring.

There's a short joke in there somewhere.

[There would be better times, but there would definitely also be worse times. She couldn't go anywhere, either way.]

I suppose that would fall under your responsibilities, wouldn't it?

We're not short we're just... sized properly for each other.

[Still, he smiled and ran his fingers through her hair before kissing her forehead. He wanted to touch her more, to kiss her silly in reassurance, but she was both on pain meds and supposed to be taking it easy.]

Yeah. Don't worry, I'm going to take good care of you.

You know one of the best ways I heard someone describe being short? Having an unfair advantage at games of limbo.

[Yeah, that wasn't going to suffice for her. She had actually just realized he had not properly kissed her once yet, and she's pretty immediately grumpy about it.] Stop being weird and kiss me. [She didn't actually wait - it still counted as taking it easy, in her opinion, if she didn't move but instead dragged him to her by his shirt.]

I'm not worried.

Not being weir-

[He was cut off as she grabbed him and kissed him, which really was taking it easy for them. His hands cupped her face as he kissed her back, tongue teasing hers as he hummed appreciatively. Kissing her was REALLY amazing.]

[He was so being weird, but she'd forgive it since he did actually kiss her back. It was soothing in a few different ways, made her feel normal, she was pretty sure it was reassuring for him too, and because there was some small part of her that had been concerned he might not kiss her back.]

[There was never a chance that he wouldn't kiss her back. Instead he very carefully moved his hands under her and easily lifted her up off the bed and onto his lap, her legs perpendicular to his. This way he could still kiss her but also he could keep her close.]

[That was a brilliant idea, and she relaxed - it was tricky, for her, to get out of fight mode, it was one of her default settings and she didn't even notice sometimes that she was in it. Like now, she hadn't known she was still there, until more tension bleed out of her in his lap. He often had that effect.] Tell me about your day?

So we had a fitness assessment in PE today.

[He idly rubbed her back while he spoke, fingers moving up to massage her neck and shoulders a bit. No doubt she'd been feeling pretty tense earlier and could stand to have a neck rub.]

So I did just well enough to maintain my A- in class.

Mm, that's nice. [Tense wasn't the half of it, but he was good at - well, her. He was good at her, and both the little massage and the talking were settling her, making her feel back on even ground.] I don't know how you manage to take it down that many notches.

[Peter know that for as bad ass as Arya was she was still human. Getting stalked and stabbed bothered her because most people were bothered by stuff like that. Although he wasn't sure how much of her tension was having to deal with the aftermath of being stabbed and the complications from that.]

I mostly just look around and make sure I'm doing worse than most everyone else.

[Oh, plenty of it was the aftermath. Being stuck here right now, and being required to rest, 'take it easy,' almost a nightmare for her. Having to be worried over - even if she was only telling two people - and in particular having to worry him... no, none of that is her definition of a good time.] I'd give you much more than an A-.

Good think you're not my gym teacher then.

[Peter kissed the top of her head again, then tilted his head so that he kissed her cheek, the tilted her chin to face him so that he could kiss her mouth again. It was slow and lingering, the type that wasn't leading to anything other than another kiss. It was the kind of kiss you gave to someone to reassure them that everything was going to be okay.]

A lot of people should be very concerned if you did like any of what you did with me with your gym teacher.

[That was the sort of move, the sort of kiss, she didn't think would ever work on - or for - her, and yet him doing it now worked completely, and she sunk even more into him, in a way she wouldn't ever let anyone else see her.]

Eugh that is a mental image I don't want.

[Which is why he kissed her again because he so did not want to give his brain time to try and work through that. Instead he was just going to give her slow, tender kisses until he felt her completely relaxed.]

You know... sometimes taking care of a person isn't because they need it but because they deserve it.

Sorry not sorry. [Arya did have the luck of not actually knowing what his gym teacher looked like, so no such mental image. She grinned, and then sighed, not a bad sigh, at the rest of what he said. It wasn't the first time Peter had said something like that, or exactly that, and probably wouldn't be the last.]

I know. I just... I don't know. [What if she didn't completely believe she did? Not in any huge way, like she was undeserving fundamentally as a person or something, she didn't think she had done an awful job letting him when she was sick. That truly wasn't her fault, though, and she knew he didn't think this was her fault either, but - well, it was. If she had done a few things differently, this wouldn't have happened.]

I promise not to go over the top about it. I'd only go over the top if you stubbed your toe or something.

[Something where they both knew that she could probably handle herself but she might let him be his ridiculous self just because she was good like that. With something serious like this he wouldn't do that.]

What are you thinking right now? You have your thinking face going on.

I have a specific thinking face? What's it look like?

[She'll give him a serious answer too, it's just going to take another minute. She wanted to be able to put it into words that wouldn't just immediately make him think she was being too hard on herself or something, cause she knew it could sound like that but she didn't think she was. Also there was a lot, now he had just asked her flat out what she was thinking, things she hadn't even realized she was thinking.]

I - I mean I could have avoided this. If I had - been more careful. And I know you aren't going to ask me to do that, but that doesn't mean you don't want to ask me to do that, and there's plenty of other people too that worry, that would worry more if they knew about this, and they have asked me to be careful and I don't and doesn't that make me kind of an asshole? I mean -

and I hate hospitals. I'm thinking I hate hospitals, when Bran had his accident we couldn't bring him home for months, and what if the whole family did find out and I was the one dragging them all back into a hospital?

and what if - no. no, never mind.

Uhhh... kinda like this?

[Peter did his best to imitate her thinking face. It was kind of like a brow slightly furrowed in a quiet, contemplative way. He wasn't sure if he properly conveyed how attractive her thinking face was. Probably not important in the long run.]

Do you think you did the wrong thing? Like morally wrong? And if you were more careful... how many times have you done something good because you weren't careful? And yeah it would suck for your family... but it's the fault of the person that stabbed you.

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