Biking to Prom

"Say 'cheeeeeese!'" Aunt May exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Peter and Gwen both broke into warm smiles, their teeth gleaming as they awkwardly complied with her request.

Peter, his arm gently wrapped around Gwen's waist, pulled her closer to him. She placed one hand on his back and the other tenderly held onto his stomach, creating an affectionate and endearing moment captured in the photograph.

*Click! Click!*

The camera's shutter clicked, freezing the prom couple in a perfect moment. Aunt May couldn't help but smile as she reviewed the picture on her camera's display.

"Look at that, Peter and Gwen," she said with pride. "You two look absolutely adorable together."

Peter chuckled as he spoke, honey laced in his words, "Thanks, Aunt May. You're the best photographer!"

Gwen chimed in agreeing with him, genuinely impressed by the pictures taken,

"Yeah, Aunt May, you should have become a photographer."

Aunt May blushed lightly, waving her hand dismissively as she spoke.

"Oh, please, you two. Flattery won't get you extra cookies," she said with a playful wink.

After gently adjusting the camera on a nearby table, Aunt May acted swiftly, grabbing the somewhat confused Ben. With a quick, determined motion, she brought him over to join the young couple.

Uncle Ben chuckled boisterously, "Well, I didn't plan to be in the frame, but I guess you could say I've been 'captured' by the moment!"

None reacted to Ben's dad joke and instead posed. With the timer mode set, the camera captured a heartwarming image of both the older and younger couples, capturing the essence of generations coming together in one beautiful photograph.

As soon as the shutter went off, Aunt May looked at the pictures with a loving smile. She then walked towards the oven and began to remove a few cookies, hot and fresh, filling the room with their delicious aroma.

With a tray of freshly baked cookies in her hands, Aunt May's warm smile continued to brighten the mood. She set the cookies down on the table and invited everyone to gather around for a sweet treat.

As the four sat on the table, gently nibbling on the delicious grandma-style cookies. Aunt May began to share some of her own memories from her youth, sparking the curiosity of both Peter and Gwen. They listened with rapt attention as she recounted tales of her prom and the adventures she had as a young woman.

Gwen couldn't help but ask, "Aunt May, did you have a special dance at your prom too?"

Aunt May nodded with a wistful smile as she looked at Ben with a playful gaze, "Oh, indeed I did. It was a different time, but the feelings were just as intense. I remember being the one to ask Ben out."

Peter glanced at Ben with a nod of approval considering that it was Gwen that had asked him out to prom. He prodded Aunt May to continue as he caught a tiny blush escaping Uncle Ben's shameless face.

"Tell us more, Aunt May. We'd love to hear about it."

As the evening wore on, Aunt May's stories of her youth continued to captivate the room. She recounted tales of adventures, and even a few embarrassing moments that had everyone laughing.

Ben couldn't resist sharing a bit of his own nostalgia, saying, "You know, May, I still have that old vinyl record from our high school days. Maybe we should give it a spin later."

Aunt May's eyes lit up, "Oh, Ben, that would be wonderful! Let's take a trip down memory lane together."

Peter exchanged a knowing glance with Gwen as he smiled, to him it seemed as if Uncle Ben would be getting laid just like how Peter hoped to, tonight.

After a few minutes, it was finally time to leave. Aunt May pecked Peter's cheeks, her affectionate gesture filled with love and a hint of sternness. She couldn't help herself from adjusting his tie, her gaze firm yet caring.

"Peter, treat your date properly," she said, her eyes locking onto his.

Peter rolled his eyes playfully, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Of course, Aunt May, I will."

Aunt May nodded with a warm smile as she turned to Gwen, leaning in to peck her cheeks as well. "The two of you, enjoy your time," she said, her eyes filled with genuine happiness for the young couple.

Gwen's embarrassment was evident as her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. She nodded with a happy but bashful smile.

As they made their way to the door, Uncle Ben couldn't resist a playful wink at the young-to-be couple.

In front of the doorstep, a sleek black super-motorbike caught Peter's eye, taking him by surprise.

Perched atop the bike was an unexpected sight—a lizard rat donning a monocle and a snug-fitting suit. It gracefully hopped from the bike, fixing its gaze on Peter. In one of its tiny hands, it held out a key, while two helmets and a note rested beside it.

Gwen looked at Peter bewildered as he took the keys, amusement mingling with curiosity. He read the note: 'Have a good time, Lizard King, and make our soon-to-be Queen happy. This new invention is a delightful cooperation between the Lizard army and the Mouse/Rat army. We hope you will like it.'

Peter chuckled and shook his head, lampooning self-depreciatingly, 'Better than my bike that was built of garbage attracted together.'

He nodded in appreciation, glancing at the lizard rat, and tenderly patted its head as he whispered,

"I love it."

Meanwhile, Gwen observed the entire spectacle with a mixture of shock and amusement. She turned to Peter, her eyebrows raised, and couldn't help but comment,

"That's a new one. What's next, FairyGodMouse?"

Peter winked at her mischievously, jingling the keys in his hand.

"Would you like to be the one riding, Ms. Cinderella?"

Gwen chuckled as she confidently took the keys from Peter's fingers. She settled onto the bike's front seat, patting the spot behind her for Peter to join.

"You better hope you don't die," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Peter gulped nervously, his smile mixed with fear, and he couldn't help but regret his decision to let Gwen ride his new bike. Hell, she was even giving him death threats.

He mused silently, 'It won't be that bad right?'

Sitting behind Gwen he put his arms around her chest, specifically her boobies and his lizard region that was rather close to her perky butt. She rolled her eyes and remarked.

"So this is why you did not hesitate to let me ride."

Peter revealed a playful smile, "Would you prefer I ride... you?"

Gwen rolled her eyes, her face heating up with a blush that she couldn't hide. The mix of adrenaline and emotions in her heart spurred her into action. Without glancing back at Peter, she roared the bike to life, her words trailing

"Just so you know, this is my first time driving."

The engine's growl drowned out any further conversation as Peter's heart raced. He gulped nervously thanking Stan Lee for the Lizard Formula not failing when he rashly drank it in the school bathroom due to which he could regenerate in case an accident took place.

*Vroooooom!!* *Vroooooom!!*

His grip on Gwen's boobies tightened considerably and with a throaty rumble, the bike roared down the streets at breakneck speed. The wind rushed past them, and the world became a blur.

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A/N: Send da stones y'all so that I can light a fire.