Day 1

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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

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This, Gwen had come to decide, was the best possible way to wake up. She'd always been fond of drowsy morning snuggling, and Peter was a master of it.

"Hey," she replies, voice still rough with sleep, tempered by her languid, dreamy smile. For a long moment she simply lay there, enjoying the warmth of Peter's body against her own, one smooth, pale leg curling over his closest thigh. "Good morning."

She'd been having the oddest dream, about being stuck in traffic of all things, and the last wisps of it clung to her consciousness in the form of distant honking horns. Just now, however, she was focused on Peter, on Peter's face and Peter's eyes and Peter's body. Just then, blissfully drowsy as she was, she couldn't find a single thing wrong with him. Not one.

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"Good morning," he returned, his other hand moving down along her leg, fingers curling under the knee. Clearing his throat softly, the early stages of becoming fully awake still slow going, he rest his head on the edge of his pillow. Watching Gwen, it was almost breathtaking to see the play of light and shadow across her cheek, over the line of her jaw.

It was cool in the room, but not uncomfortably so, and Peter appreciated her nearby warmth. The hand on the small of her back drifted up, fingers playing with the ends of her hair. "I'll pay you a mango if you stay here all day with me," he said lightly, one corner of his mouth turning up hopefully as he tugged on a shock of dark hair.

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Chuckling low in her throat, Gwen smiles and shifts just that little bit closer, so that she can edge her thigh up over Peter's hip. "A whole mango?" she returns, a spark behind her bedroom eyes. "How could I possibly resist that?"

There's a flash of white teeth as she bites fleetingly against her lower lip, contemplating whether she cares if she has morning breath for all of 0.25 seconds, and then she's arched her neck so that her mouth can press warm and easy against Peter's, her hips instinctively rocking forward with the motion.

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The spark in her eyes and that tone make Peter laugh. By the time he was able to verbalize a response to her playful question, it didn't really matter. Her mouth swallowed his words and her hips lit against his. Groaning a little, the fingers curled under her knee tightened their grip ever so slightly, pulling her leg up higher.

"You're a terror, Gwen Cooper," he murmured against her lips, not sounded bothered by this fact at all.

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"Just doing what you wanted," Gwen counters, kissing a slow path down Peter's chin. "But if I'm such a terror, I can always just get up-" Teasing him, she pulls away, making like she's going to get out of the bed, a kittenish smile playing across her lips. It's only then, away from Peter's immediate proximity, that she realizes the room has changed; familiar in a distant way, but not hers at all. Definitely not in the treehouse, and not even on the island.

Her expression instantly falls into wide-eyed confusion, and Gwen snaps her head around to stare at Peter, as if he might have any idea of how this has happened. "Peter..," she begins, her voice much steadier than she feels. "Are we in your apartment?"