A Note On The 's Pov

"What are you sorry for?" he asked, pulling my face in front of his, gazing into my eyes intensely since I first climbed astride on him. I didn't reply. I didn't have to, for in his eyes I saw the sudden acknowledgment that I had found in myself as I stood in front of that doorway staring at him just minutes earlier. An hour prior our whole relationship had been predicated on sex, however now it was so much more.

"It's okay. We still have a lot to learn about each other, we'll know one another well enough to not make it weird. Anyways, I had a really nice time tonight, cupcake."

“y/n please that can't be the only thing you feel i know you love me.” peter stopped and stepped forward. I took a step back but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him and kissed me.

“Ah…” Looking at the broad back in front of me, I think about how strange it is that he’s being so kind to me. However, I get on his back with no resistance. His broad back is warm and comforting. I would be alright with him. After such little contact with him, I was confident of this.

"Oh, would you care to explain why? I mean it wouldn't be the first time." It was silly to get upset over but I felt that there was something else to it.

“Do you have any mirrors around so I can look at myself cause I have no idea what I look like.”

“What did I do to deserve such a beautiful girlfriend?” He asked with a much-relaxed tone this time, the feel of your fingers massaging his head, making him a lot less tense and worried than he was before you came over.

“I’ve missed you.” He scratched behind her small, leathery ear flaps and her eye rolled up into her head with pleasure. She enjoyed it for a few moments before sliding down into his lap and looking at him expectantly, her suction-cup mouth making anxious pop-pop noises.

He walked over wrapping his arms around my waist, whispering into my ear, “I missed you all weekend. No more of those long softball trips out of town. I need my girl by my side.”

He sauntered down the dark hallway, the thud of his boots echoing off the polished, concrete floor. The walls encircled him like a predator but he let them consume him. He had let the hatred and anger of his betrayal consume him long ago. He was only a shell now - a shell of the man he used to be. He was devoid of kindness and the action of mercy seem distant, well, he had never been a gentle man but he had lost the few feelings he had. He had always been a killer, a ruthless, blood thirsty General but he had lost even his love for his family after his betrayal. He could no longer look at his wife’s face without seeing the poor excuse of a son he once had. He was emotionless and that made him a great leader. He stood beside

"I wish it was still the same though," she asserted, looking out the window. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, placing his head on top of hers, her head now buried in his shoulder.

"Then I'll set your free and when you return to me, we'll be together again," Dylan muttered, trailing his hands down my shoulder and lacing his hands in mine, pulling me closer to him, making my breath hitch.

“You were the one who told me to do other things than watching Star Wars…” “So you’re blaming me for all of this?” “N-No, I never said that!” “Yes, you d-” You sentence was cut off by Stiles’ lips on yours. He let go of them and turned you around to massage your shoulders. “You’re so tense, was it your boss again?” He took of your blazer and wrapped his arms around you. “Yeah, he’s getting on my nerves.” He began kissing your neck. “Stiles, we’re not alone, remember?” Your sighed the last word, because he found your sweet spot. When his lips left your neck, you whined, but you had to think about your son. “Why don’t you go take a bath, and your two favorite boys clean up the room?” You nodded and gave him a peck on his

“I think we need a break,” I said before realizing what I was actually saying. Instead of the immediate protest I was expecting, he just slowly nodded keeping his eyes locked on the road.

“Izzy, let’s lay here a moment and then get cleaned up. How are you feeling?” he asked gently, his lips just against my