Day 1
Peter stirred, blinking against the light shuttering in through the tree house window. Propping himself up on an elbow, he watched Gwen's sleeping form. Her dark hair spilled over her shoulder, over the pillow, hair inky black and gleaming against white cotton and creamy skin. The delicate arch of her back, the way the sheets pooled around her waist -- she was a stunning vision.
Smiling softly, he shifted, adjusting the sheet around her. In her sleep Gwen smiled, limbs moving ever so slightly. Unable to help himself, Peter leaned down toward her. So close he could count her eyelashes, he took a long moment to simply breathe in her scent. When the warmth of her skin so close to his was too much to bear from a minute distance away, he closed the gap, brushing their noses together, running his fingertips lightly down the line of her spine.
When her eyes fluttered open, he grinned. "Hi," he said softly.
Smiling softly, he shifted, adjusting the sheet around her. In her sleep Gwen smiled, limbs moving ever so slightly. Unable to help himself, Peter leaned down toward her. So close he could count her eyelashes, he took a long moment to simply breathe in her scent. When the warmth of her skin so close to his was too much to bear from a minute distance away, he closed the gap, brushing their noses together, running his fingertips lightly down the line of her spine.
When her eyes fluttered open, he grinned. "Hi," he said softly.