There’s nothing better than having the first time be with the man you truly love. Lexi could picture her whole life with Peter and there’s no better way to express such an emotion than the way she did last night with him. Her hand gently stroked his chest in a loving and caring manner as she let out a small sigh when he said he felt great, a smile curling her full lips as she looked up at him. “I’m a little sore but that happens with a girl’s first time. But it’s a very good sore.” She said in a reassuring manner, the last thing she wanted was for him to worry about it. Though she would be walking funny today and have some trouble sitting but she could muscle through it; it was worth it.

As if on cue, her phone rang and she let out a long groan of disappointment. After the third time the muscle played through she rolled out of Peter’s arms and grabbed her phone. It was Harry. She eyed Peter before looking back at the phone and answered it. “Hello? Good morning Harry. Oh yes I slept the best I have ever have in my life.” She said giving Peter a cheeky grin as she kept a free hand on him, as if she let go he might fly away. “No I haven’t heard from Peter, why? I don’t know where he is, I don’t have a tracker on him I’m his girlfriend not his owner. Come over?” She eyed Peter before speaking into the phone. “Can you give me about twenty minutes? Oh you’re near his house. Okay than you should be fine by the time you get here. Why? Something to tell me, well that’s not enough to go on. Fine fine fine, I’ll see you when you get here. Bye.” 

A groan left her as she pressed the hung up button and turned her head to look up at her boyfriend. What a lovely way to ruin such a wonderful morning. “So if you swing home and change I’ll call you. Then you can come over… again.” She said sheepishly. Though she didn’t like the idea of Peter being in the same room with the man who injured him, they had to play it off like he wasn’t Spider-Man. “Do you have enough time to get home before he’d get here?” Maybe swinging was a lot quicker than driving.