1 Breathtaking

"Lie down." Y/N said. "Well come on then, do you want to?"

Peter smiled. He lay back and folded his hands behind his head. The blanket beneath them was wonderfully soft, and Y/N smelled of her bath soap-cinnamon and vanilla. Sweet and spicy.

"I didn't know you were into this kind of stuff." He laughed. "To be honest, I'm curious."

Y/N gave him a playful punch and giggled. He pictured her nose crinkling up as she laughed but couldn't see past the blindfold she'd tied over his eyes. Maybe a little too tightly. With the blindfold on, he let his imagination wander. What were they doing? She'd led him outside. A beautiful, hot summer night and a pleasant breeze. No mosquitoes! He remembered her chirping.

An image came to mind: a bodice, lacy and light blue, strapped tight around her waist, cupping her generous breasts and hooking to matching garters on her muscled thighs. Soft and let down, her hair would float down around her shoulders and her brown eyes would stare up into his as she knelt

"Hey! You can take it off now." She said. Her voice came from behind him. When he smirked, making no move to untie it, she pulled his head onto her lap and did it herself.

"Alright, lazy bones. Open your eyes."

At first, his eyes saw nothing but darkness. Judging by the distance they'd walked, they were far enough away from the lights of the city. They stood in a clearing, shrouded in darkness. But one by one, pinpricks of light filled in his vision. Lowering her voice, Y/N sung an old nursery rhyme. Big, little, dim, and bright, stars illuminate the night.

Then Y/N leaned into his sight, her face upside down to his. "Beautiful, right?" "You are, I agree." "Shut up." She pushed his face to the side.

She let his head back down on the blanket, then crawled over and curled up beside him. She nuzzled her nose into his chin and kissed his neck, Peter wrapped his arms round her shoulders and kissed her forehead. Peter pulled away, so he could look into her face, and smirked.

"I really thought you brought me out here to..." He wiggled his eyebrows. "Oi, you're disgusting!"

Y/N jerked away, glanced at the blindfold, and her eyes widened. She blushed, visible even in the darkness, but made it out like she was angry.

Y/N shrugged off her leather jacket and drew her fingers through each braid to losses her hair. Peter's imagined "sex goddess" wore instead, a loose grey jumper and practical beige dungarees. She sat back on her wrists, legs outstretched before her, and cast her gaze towards the stars. Peter sighed. For a while, the two of them stayed there, in peaceful silence and grateful for each other's presence.

"Do you... Do you think we have something?" Y/N asked. "It feels real, I want it to be real, I'm just..."