You Me, A Place To Be

𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐳𝐞 | 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮

"I'd never." Peter raises his eyebrows. "Seriously."

"I used to say that." She points out, smiling.

"Yeah." Peter licks his lips. "I'll keep saying that for as long as I live."

"Willow bribed me actually, she said she'd have sex with me if I at least gave it a try... but then we stopped the sex because she got a girlfriend." Y/N giggles. "But she's not that good in bed anyway."

Peter absolutely does not clench his jaw and drink a longer sip of wine at the thought of someone else making her feel good.

Peter shifts in his seat, "Uhm- I don't think that I needed to know that but- nice." Turns out the pizza is even better than Peter expected and he ends up eating half of it, Y/N eating the other half. Both of them drink a little slower, this time, just enjoying dinner and a nice conversation. It isn't awkward, but they also don't talk about deep subjects.
Peter feels good.

When they're ending the bottle, Peter pours the last bit in the girls glass, and they end up opening the white wine. Still, they drink slowly. After Y/N makes another smart comment about wines, Peter asks her when she became an expert on the subject. Y/N tells him that Rosalie taught her everything she needed to know about it.

It's when Y/N moved to sit on the floor that she mentions she misses Soho. Peter finds out Y/N left her with Éliot for the weekend.
It's a nice night.

Y/N drinking the last bit of wine left in her glass when she turns to look at Peter. She's still sitting on the floor, back resting against the couch. "Can we lay on the grass?" She asks.

Peter finishes his own drink. "Sure," He answers. "Do you still want wine?" He asks, picking up the bottle. Nodding, Y/N stands up. She waits for Peter to pour some more into their empty glasses, but he doesn't. Instead, he just takes the bottle all the way to where they're supposed to lie down. He looks back at Y/N, who licks her lips before she walks towards the spot. Peter sits down first - Y/N following right after, taking the place by his side. They both sit cross legged. Peter takes a sip straight from the bottle, looking at Y/N and handing it to her before laying down beside her.

"Thank you." Y/N says before she drinks.

The sky looks beautiful, full of stars and Peter could easily fall asleep. Peter has his eyes open, taking the sight in. He notices that Y/N's looking at him, but he doesn't mention it.

Y/N lies down beside him after she takes another two sips. She holds the bottle in her hand, straightened, so it doesn't spill.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She asks, looking up at the sky.

But Peter's looking at her when he answers. "It is."

"I feel so small sometimes." Y/N says, more quietly - like she accidentally let a thought slip through her mouth.

"What do you mean?"

"The universe is so big," She explains, raising her left arm and showing the sky, "And I'm no one compared to it."

Peter frowns. "Darling, don't say that."

Y/N turns to look at him, eyebrows raised. "No, I mean." She bites her bottom lip. "The universe is so big and I'm just... Me."