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[It gave her a little peace of mind, being this open to Peter about things like their dining plans or agreeing there were high chances TV would not hold their attention for long if he took her home after their meal. It was nothing like the guys her friend Rose often went out with. That sort of dance was confusing to Rey, to say the least.

She could only hope Peter would continue being this honest. This fantastic. This sweet and forward over what was happening between them.

Days flew by and before she knew it Rey was getting ready for their date. While she didn't trust Rose's usual taste in men, she did take her advice when getting ready for her big night. Together, they had settled for simple jeans, a grey cardigan, keeping her hair down and even a little basic makeup to go with it. It wasn't a complete stranger who looked back at Rey on her mirror by the time they were done.

And so she made it early to the spot where she and Peter were supposed to meet. It gave her time to text her friend back and thank her for her support while also checking social media, her attention stolen by the latest news on how Spider-Man had saved the city again.]

( yeah, about that whole honest thing. Peter is an open book, except for that one page he covered in white-out. even years after Gwen died, Peter still struggles with one particular facet of honesty. he's conflicted on whether he should have pulled back when the opening presented itself with Rey. though, is there such a thing as too soon to tell a girl you're into that you moonlight as a vigilante superhero? he's undecided. Rey is safer not knowing if things don't work out. and Peter is so new back into the concept of dating, he has a hard time knowing whether he'll manage to stick it out.

but somehow he still feels a little guilty, gliding to street level and finding his way into the mill of foot traffic. maybe he's just guilty in the usual sense, the it isn't safe to get attached to people when the last person died for it sense. it's been years, and his aunt has been trying to break him of his enforced distance for months, but still a hard demon to ignore on the eve of your first date since after his long-term girlfriend died. especially when any way he slices it, he feels responsible.

still. what's the worst that can happen, right? maybe Peter will decide he's not ready to date. maybe Rey will decide he's kind of weird, which he kind of is. Peter likes her, a little tongue-tied and all warm-and-fuzzy when he remembers that they'd already consummated that like after a particularly heated game of drunken The Floor Is Lava kind of likes her. and he wants to do this, the date, D A T E with public witnesses and everything. he's trying to go with that, and not overthink it. even if this is a one time thing, he wants it to be a good date. for Rey, for sure. because how on earth is it possible someone so beautiful and smart and funny and charming and that wrinkles their nose when they're concentrating hasn't gone on a proper date before? it's just wrong, and Peter Parker and Spider-Man both are determined to right the wrongs they see in the world.

Peter finds Rey easily, and it just sets off the tongue-tied and warm-and-fuzzy all over again. ) Hey, ( he says, and is he smiling already? is he that much of a dork? oh no. apparently so. his hand lands between her shoulderblades, just a thoughtless instinct to touch her, before he notes that she's lost in her phone and checks his watch, nervous. ) Crap. I'm not late, am I? There was just this... crazy thing up town, you know, so... ( speaking of that crazy thing, he might have a bit of a bruise by his hairline, but hopefully his crazy hair covers most of it. )

[It's the little things that sometimes are the most meaningful ones, Rey thinks. The ones that make you smile when you think of a person, just like she does when she remembers that cute way in which Peter sometimes looks away, coy and laughing things off. It's the little things, like the way her heart skips a beat as she feels a hand on her back, only to turn and for her whole face to lit up the second she notices he's already there. She's an impatient kind of person, hates waiting for other people. But for Peter? She brushes it off like it's nothing, instead craning her neck to press a kiss to his cheek as if meeting up and going out on dates was a thing they do every weekend. Your normal Tuesday. Shaking things up from meeting at his place for pasta and binge watching a show together.

Calm your horses, Rey.]

It's okay. [She shakes her head, waving it off as she holds her phone up.] I just made it here and was catching up with the news. It's crazy what happened, I'm not surprised there's traffic jams everywhere.

[Twisting her sling bag to hold it over her chest, her attention is still on him as she puts her phone away, her attention never leaving Peter.] I hope you didn't have to run much. Are you okay? You look like you really need to catch your breath. [Was that too honest? Rude to say? Don't ruin this, Rey. Not when you've met such a nice guy.] It's sweet that you rushed to be here. I appreciate it.

( the catch of her lips to his cheek isn't gonna make that grin go away, Rey. officially not happening. it's a weird relief that she cut through the awkwardness of knowing and not knowing all at once. they'd had a great night, and Peter is already quite intimate with what it's like to kiss her and then some. still, that had been with all inhibitions lowered, both of them operating on instinct and what felt good. this is different and finding the lines of what she likes and what makes her uncomfortable in a public setting is important. knowing some PDA is okay is an instant relief, as Peter struggles greatly with being entirely detached with someone he likes.

though the mention of it seeming like he ran here does get Rey an awkward laugh. half because, well, she's not wrong and he did rush to get here, and half because Peter is utterly terrible at keeping secrets and how does all of New York not know he's Spider-Man again? )

Ha, I... no, I'm okay. Maybe I need some extra cardio. We could play more of the Floor is Lava? ( he lifts his eyebrows hopefully, especially knowing how their game had ended. he isn't suave enough to land suggesting they burn calories together, but the idea is in there somewhere. ) I'll catch my breath when we sit down. I called ahead, didn't wanna risk this place being too happening.

( and maybe he could let go of her and maybe they could walk in just fine unattached but instead he grabs her hand and heads in that direction. )

Never ruling Floor is Lava off the menu, no. [Saying that with a straight face? Not something she could hold for long. Letting out a short heartfelt laugh, she practically beamed at him as he felt his hand wrap around hers. Immidiatly, Rey twisted her palm, her fingers slipping through Peter's, entwined as they held onto each other.

Frankly, there had been a time when she had not been comfortable with this sort of touch, not even something that now seemed as simple as holding hands. Too many years on her own, too many years without basic contact with other people, without receiving affection. But things had changed recently for her and she had sort of found a family in her now close friends. It was probably thanks to them that she'd dared opening up to Peter with such ease. Why she dared think that, just like he often stole smiles out of her as she sneaked into her thoughts, maybe she too could become someone dear to him.]

It was a smart thing to call ahead. [Rey pointed out as they walked in, the place packed and service busy. They were soon guided towards a little table at the back, the light dim and a candle burning inside a glass centerpiece. It was quite romantic, the sort of thing she'd only seen in movies.]

You've been here before? It's very nice. [Taking off her bag and coat, she placed them on the third chair by their table, right away thanking a waiter as they were handed the menu.] I have no idea of what to order. Do you? Do you have anything in mind?

[Settling down, her leg touched his briefly under the table. It was a knee jerk reaction to pull back. Briefly. Letting out a sigh, Rey allowed herself to relax, her shin resting against Peter's.]

( well, there is something intrinsically hilarious about a game called The Floor Is Lava. and considering Peter's usual reaction to intimate questions is uncomfortable laugher and turning the color of a lobster, he can't hold the laugh against her. look, he's not great at talking about sex. Peter is more of a little less talk, a lot more action when it comes to intimacy. he's not shy about doing — talking is a bit of a different story.

it's something unfortunate, that loneliness when they were little being something they have in common. Peter knows he's lucky, that his aunt and uncle, and now just his aunt, keep him from being entirely alone in the world. he hadn't been great about reaching out to find family outside of them, though, besides Gwen. and safe to say he'd struggled for a long time to try again after that.

this is uncovered ground, and truthfully Peter doesn't entirely know what he's comfortable with and ready for, either. he does know that her palm twisting in his, her fingers knotting with his — that feels pretty good. his thumb dusts across her knuckles in an unspoken note of appreciation and almost awe, that this is actually happening. and then he's back, focused on pulling out Rey's chair and greeting a waitress that he's seen plenty of times, since he's definitely a regular here.

once they're seated, he lets too-long legs gangle under the table. it'd be hard for Rey not to run into them, but he squeezes her hand before he releases it to let her know he doesn't mind the bump, or the choice to linger. he grabs a menu, drumming his fingers over the laminated paper before he points out his favorite. )

I swear I'm not thinking of Lady and the Tramp. This one really is my favorite. ( he drums on spaghetti and meatballs, which also happily announces it comes with endless breadsticks. ) But if you like seafood, the shrimp pasta is good too.

[With her elbow on the table and chin on her palm, Rey leaned forward as much as the table would allow her while they both checked out the shared menu. She considered the options Peter pointed out, but it wasn't that hard of a choice.]

I've never tried seafood, to be honest. I mean, aside from fish. [And even then that was not something she usually found on her diet. Not counting fish sticks, that sort of dish always sounded like something far too fancy for the sort of meals she could either afford or even prepare comfortably at the little place she had set up to become her home.] But I haven't had pasta in a while either and I'd really like to try your favourite, Peter.

[A cute, nice guy. A photographer that is lanky and far more flexible that you'd expect. A sweet boy who enjoys pasta and meatballs and that is always worrying about not making his partner uncomfortable.] The breaksticks totally sold me. And the possible reendition of Lady and the Tramp. You'd make a wonderful Lady, Peter.

[She wrinkled the bridge of her nose as she teased him, finally leaning back on her seat again. It wasn't long before that waitress he'd greeted and that had been so lovely to the both of them returned, taking their order. Rey couldn't be more thankful of how comfortable she was, what a nice atmosphere there was both in this place and in his company.

She had definitely spent too much time overthinking this date, worrying for no good reason. It all seemed to flow really naturally so far.]

So, I guess its the appropiate time to ask about you? You take photos for a living or are you just very, very good over your hobby?

Oh, I love it. Kalamari is my favorite. But uh, my aunt says I will happily eat anything, so maybe my judgement isn't the most trustworthy. ( and while it is true Peter has a forgiving stomach, and has once eaten a hotdog that he dropped on a busy New York sidewalk. he also thinks he has decent taste when he bothers to be fancy about it. being a freelance photographer relaxes his standards, because good food wasn't necessarily always cheap food. Peter would be happy to broaden Rey's culinary horizons, if she's interested — though they might have to pair it with low-brow fair. or he'll need to work a little more to keep up with the habit.

for now, though, he thinks she made a good call with the spaghetti. Peter asks for his second suggestion (maybe he can convince Rey to try some of the shrimp) and from there laughs at the assertion he would make a good lady. ) Wow. I have hair like this and don't land the role of tramp? You're being way too easy on me.

( truth be told, both of them seem more rough and tumble, street worn creatures, but maybe that wouldn't be as cute a story.

Peter is not sure he's good at talking about himself, but that does seem fair first date fare, doesn't it? so he better try. ) Right, I do. I work for the Daily Bugle. Honestly they don't expect particularly skilled photography, but I still like it. I do a lot of people pieces right now, like, taking pictures of kids at the science fair. Nice to meet people on the street, you know? ( Peter doesn't make a lot, granted, but it does allow some freedom for his other, even worse paid work. ) What is it you do?

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