thwipandquip | you know you're gonna be okay

I count on it.

[half the fun is seeing that determined glint that she gets. since he doesn't have to worry about any further interruptions, it's the most natural thing in the world to pull her in for a kiss, tongue tracing the seam between her lips until he can get a better taste of her.]

Besides, I really do want to see if you can make it. I bet you look really good at sunrise.

[ she can taste the pineapple on his tongue when he kisses her, and it just reminds her all over again the things he does for her and just how weak it makes her knees.

she leans in close even when he pulls away, licking the lingering taste of him on her lips. ]

I guess we do have a habit of sleeping in.

[ it's an unfortunate side effect of their job, the odd hours. makes dating a pain, double-lives on time of that. how lucky neither of them have to worry about that here. ]

What do I get if I make it?

The satisfaction of proving me wrong?

[that's not the only thing, of course, but he feels like it should be a compelling reason. the spirit of competition is still alive and strong between them, even if the stakes have grown rather ridiculous.

when she doesn't seem as convinced as he is that's a prize to be treasured, peter amends his statement, again with the obvious. it's pretty clear he's asking for her to give him a hard time with the way his mouth tilts, eyes crinkling in amusement.]

Was the implied promise of orgasms, plural I might add, not enough?

[ he gets a gentle boop to the nose for his efforts. ]

I get that kind of satisfaction pretty often. Both of those.

[ again with that glint in her eyes, further emphasized by the smug smirk that tugs on her lips. she lets her finger drop, catching lightly on his bottom lip along the way. when she leans in closer still, his spidey-senses can probably tell she's got something planned... something that's probably a 55% chance of being a bad idea. ]

Let me try thwipping sometime.

[ yep, that'll do it. ]

[uh oh. that look spells trouble, no radioactive superpowers needed. it's the kind of look she sports before running into a building to save someone or daring him to take on some restaurant's eating challenge. peter takes a breath and waits for the metaphorical shoe to drop. kate, in typical fashion, doesn't disappoint.

he quirks and eyebrow as he considers how to respond. a flat no would be bad. very bad, but he's not convinced that this idea won't end in an er visit.]

You want me to let you leap of the side of a building armed with one of my web shooters, your wits, and your Hawkeye training, is that right? Do you want to go splat? Because I'd be really sad if you did.

[ that petulant pout of hers shows up right on time, too. she sits up a little straighter, serious mode on. ]

C'mon I took gymnastics. Not to downplay your skill, of course, [ she makes sure to add that last bit, complete with a mollifying kiss to the cheek, ] but what if I used two web shooters? Off a smaller building? A tiny, baby one.

[a long, exaggerated sigh is his response. is kate like that moose in the children's book with the muffin? first one web shooter, then two. next thing he knows she'll be asking for her own spider-themed suit. and while yes he probably could put together something that would fit and keep her safe and allow her to thwip right alongside him... but that's just the worst-case scenario machine talking.

he clears his throat, swayed by the pout and kiss and that overwhelming desire to just make her happy.]

Just how tiny is tiny, Kate?

Ant-Man tiny.

[ at the first sign of concession, she readjusts herself so she's seated facing him, a thigh on either side of his hips and her arms slung around his neck. pizza and wine can wait. ]

Or however small it has to be to still work. It'll be fine.

That's a very wide range of sizes.

[he protests half-heartedly, hands moving to rest atop her thighs as soon as she shifts. peter really should at least try to be annoyed that he's so easily read, that a pout and the press of her body warm against his own is all it takes to make him cave. while he can't seem to say no, he can at least set some ground rules.]

We can try off the roof, but you're not doing it solo and I'm only giving you one.

[ frankly it's cute he even makes an attempt to protest. as if they both don't already know his answer was already a yes before she even asked. at least kate never uses her powers for evil.

she does hem and haw for a bit, like she's seriously considering his terms. ]

Hmm... fine. Deal.

[ another kiss to the cheek, because he deserves it for all the bullying he puts up with. ]

Don't worry, it'll be fun. All those times I watched you doing your thing has led up to this moment. I won't even scream in your ear this time.

[it's equally cute that she chooses to pause as if he doesn't know that she's going to agree just to ensure she gets what she wants. he really is lucky she doesn't have her heart set on world domination because he wouldn't like having to face off against her. nope. not one bit.]

You say fun. I say remind me to take some anti-nausea medication beforehand.

[it's all just good-natured teasing on his end as peter takes a moment to press a kiss to the tip of her nose.]

It's not every day I'm willing to let someone else drive. It's like I like you or something.

[ in another universe, bad guy kate bishop (codename: kittyhawk) keeps managing to foil spider-man's attempts to capture her with a flash of leg and some necking. the most dastardly of enemies. ]

Gross, [ comes kate's very mature response, topped off with a nose crinkle after that kiss left the skin a little tingly. ] Don't let that get out, or your icy heart reputation will be in shambles.

[ she twists around briefly to snatch up a piece of the non-fruity part of the pie, holding the slice up for peter to take a bite. ]

But trust me, it won't be that bad — just think of it like the first time you tried swinging yourself. Think of the nostalgia!

[that must be the universe adjacent to the one where peter parker is known as pyotr to a small select few and miss bishop is two steps away from being framed for crimes against the state.]

I think that cat's long been let out of the bag. Kind of goes with the whole "friendly neighborhood" part of the moniker.

[aw. she must really like him too judging by the care taken to spare him any more suffering through the overly sweet bits. peter takes as big a bite as he can manage.]

Have I ever told you that the first time I went swinging I hit a brick wall? Is this a bad time to mention it?

[ if i hit you up with this au sometime down the line you only have yourself to blame— ]

What, you mean that wasn't meant to be sarcastic?

[ if possible, her grin only widens when he bites off more than half the pizza slice like a champ. though not without an errant streak of tomato sauce as collateral. never fear, kate's quick to wipe it off the corner of his lip with a thumb, licking it off herself like second nature. slob. ]

Not any worse than mentioning it literally right before take off. No prob, I'll just use that as fuel to do better. Make you fall for me all over again by how impressive I'll be.

I'm totally friendly.

[he deadpans. okay so maybe it had been a little sarcastic, but it's just as much a part of his charm as his ridiculous eating habits and boyish grin are. peter's eyes widen perceptibly at the hint of tongue darting out to lick that swipe of sauce off her thumb. damn.]

Uh huh. Girls can do everything boys can do but better and in heels, right?

[conveniently dodging that falling for her bit. please kate. it's too soon to confess that kind of depth to his feelings. even if he does think it's in the cards or he wouldn't have crossed that line from friendship to more with her at all.]

[ alright so maybe kate had gotten a little ahead of herself there, running off at the mouth about feelings and the like. but she's not exactly the type to hold back (on anything, really), even if she's beginning to learn that some things necessitate a... more refined approach. a softer hand, perhaps.

this thing with peter is one of the aspects of her life she's most confident in, but it's exactly because of that that she could afford to spare a little more thought into how she handles it.

at the very least, she can be comforted to know she can keep his attention with a little flash of tongue. ]

Glad we agree.

[ she finishes off the slice herself, with a bite nearly as big as his own. look, she's even eating the crust for him. if that ain't maybe-love, what is? ]

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