Not So Friendly Anymore

As Peter and Sable walked further from the café, leaving Mary Jane's sobs behind, Peter felt an unexpected lightness in his chest. It was as if, with each step, he was shedding pieces of a burden he'd carried for too long. Confronting Mary Jane like that, saying those things he'd kept buried inside, it felt freeing. For so long, he had been weighed down by unresolved feelings, by memories of loss and betrayal, by a lingering ache that had gnawed at him for years. But now, after finally speaking his truth, he felt as if he'd unlocked a part of himself he hadn't realized was still trapped.

Beside him, Sable watched him closely, her gaze soft with admiration. She had been aware of Mary Jane's impact on Peter, the way memories of his past relationship haunted him like ghosts in his shadow. When she'd seen Mary Jane approach, she'd felt a rush of worry, fearing how it might shake him. But Peter had stood his ground, had spoken his mind with an unyielding resolve she couldn't help but admire. The Peter she saw today was no longer the man struggling to break free from his past; he was someone who had finally found his footing, someone who had chosen to live for himself.

A smile crept onto Sable's lips as she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. She was proud of him. She knew that facing Mary Jane wasn't easy, it was a confrontation with old wounds and memories, the kind that could leave anyone vulnerable. But Peter had done it with a strength she knew came from deep within him. She saw his growth, his newfound resilience, and felt a surge of pride for the man he had become.

Peter glanced at her, feeling the pressure of her gaze and the warmth of her hand in his. He smirked, letting out a quiet chuckle. "You know, I didn't expect it to feel this...liberating," he said, his voice low and contemplative. "It's like I finally cut a chain that I didn't even realize was still holding me down."

Sable's smile widened as she looked at him, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "You did more than that," she replied softly. "You reclaimed a part of yourself that was stolen. I'm proud of you, Peter. Truly."

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, the gratitude in his eyes clear. "I think I finally understand what you meant, back when you told me that sometimes, in order to move forward, you have to make difficult decisions. God knows how long I've wanted to say those words to her." He took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh New York air as if it were his first breath in a long time. "For the first time in a long time...I feel like I'm actually living my life."

As Peter's words settled between them, Sable reached into her pocket and made a quick call in Symkarian, her tone calm yet assertive.

The limo pulled up smoothly in front of them, glistening under the streetlights. Sable's driver stepped out, opening the door with a respectful nod. Peter gave Sable a grin and a slight bow, gesturing for her to enter. She rolled her eyes, but her smile was fond as she slipped inside. Once she was settled, Peter joined her, shutting the door as they sank into the plush seats. The city lights blurred past as the car eased back into the flow of traffic.

After a few moments of silence, Sable looked over at him, a hint of seriousness in her expression. "So, are you certain you're done with her?"

Peter met her gaze with a smirk, a trace of amusement in his eyes. "After that, you doubt me, Sable?"

Sable tilted her head, her voice soft but firm. "Peter, I know you. I have no doubt there've been times when you told yourself you were done with her... only to go running back like a lost puppy that's been found. I just wanted to be sure you're not second-guessing yourself."

Peter leaned back, crossing his arms as he looked out at the passing streets. "Well, you don't have to worry. I'm done with my rebound girl."

Sable raised an eyebrow. "Rebound girl?"

He nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah. I've been thinking about the past... my relationship with Mary Jane. And I realized I only ever started viewing her in a romantic light after Gwen died."

He paused, his expression softening as memories flickered across his face. "Gwen... I loved her. With all my heart. I was even planning to ask her to marry me. After she died, Mary Jane was the only person who understood what I was going through, she was friends with Gwen, too. Looking back... when I was with Gwen I only saw Mary Jane as the love of my life's pretty red-headed friend. And after I lost her, it was just... easy to try and move on with Mary Jane."

Sable nodded, her voice gentle. "I understand. After going through that, there's nothing wrong with trying to move on with someone easy."

They both fell silent, letting the quiet of the limo settle around them as they watched the city drift by. The lights from buildings and passing cars flickered in the windows, casting shifting patterns across their faces. Finally, Sable broke the silence, her tone curious and soft.

"Tell me about her," she said.

Peter looked at her, confused. "Who?"

"Gwen," she replied, watching him carefully. "You speak so fondly of her. I want to know about the woman you loved."

Peter hesitated, looking away. "Sable... this is our date. I don't want to ruin it by talking about another woman."

She reached over, resting a hand on his arm. "You won't be ruining anything, Peter. You care a lot for her, even now, so long after she's gone. I want to know about the woman you speak so fondly of."

Peter nodded, exhaling as he gathered his thoughts. "Gwen was... amazing. She was kind, clever, with a gentle heart. We met at university. The moment I saw her, I was just... awestruck."

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "I loved her. But I was so nervous to tell her. Funny, right? I can throw myself at super criminals and mad scientists with world-dominating plans, but telling the woman I loved that I loved her? That always froze me up."

Sable chuckled softly, mirroring his expression. "Yes, she must have been quite the woman."

Peter grinned, a nostalgic gleam in his eye. "Yeah, she was. Eventually, I did end up confessing to her, and she told me she felt the same." His voice softened, his eyes distant. "After that first date, we just... hit it off right away. And we were happy."

"So happy that she even took me to meet her dad," he continued, his tone affectionate. "Captain George Stacy. He was a great father to Gwen, and a good friend to me, as both Spider-man and Peter Parker."

Peter's lips quirked up in a wry smile. "He was one of the only cops who didn't buy into Jameson's garbage rag."

Sable raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the smirk growing on his face. "He's also the only cop I wouldn't have minded if he shot me."

She blinked, laughing in surprise. "Why?"

Peter laughed, shaking his head. "Because if he knew some of the things Gwen and I did... I don't doubt he would've tried to shoot me."

Sable's eyes widened before she dissolved into laughter, her voice ringing out in amusement. Peter joined in, and soon the back of the limo was filled with nothing but their joyful laughter, echoing through the city as they shared this rare, lighthearted moment together.

After a few minutes, the laughter faded, leaving Peter and Sable smiling warmly at each other, the echoes of their amusement still lingering in the air.

"Yeah, Gwen was... she was amazing," Peter said softly, a look of nostalgic fondness in his eyes.

Sable's expression softened as she replied, "I'm beginning to understand why." She paused, her gaze meeting his. "I hope... I hope you can come to love me like you loved her."

Peter's smile faded slightly, and he shook his head. "Don't do that."

Sable looked at him, puzzled. "Don't do what?"

"Don't try to compare yourself to her, Sable," he replied, his voice gentle but firm. "I love you for who you are. And I won't disrespect either of you by trying to compare you to each other."

Her eyes widened at his words, a mixture of surprise and something deeper flashing across her face. Hearing him speak so fondly of his lost love had made her feel a slight pang of jealousy, a feeling she hadn't expected. Yet, she had asked him to talk about Gwen, and Peter's love for her was a part of who he was. She took a deep breath, understanding that trying to compete with a memory wasn't the answer.

"I... I'm sorry, Peter. I didn't mean to—" she began, but he gently interrupted her.

"I know what you meant, Sable, and don't worry. I get it," he said, a reassuring smile tugging at his lips.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close until her head was resting on his chest. Sable relaxed against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his embrace, and the soft beat of his heart beneath her cheek. She closed her eyes, letting the soothing rhythm ease her.

"I loved Gwen," Peter said after a moment, his voice quiet. "With every fiber of my being. And... I'll be honest, a part of me still does. You know what they say: 'You never forget your first love.'"

He took a deep breath, his hand gently rubbing her back as he continued, "But she's gone, and I accepted that years ago. It's time I moved on... for real this time." His voice softened, and he looked down at Sable with a tender smile.

Sable's heart fluttered, her face flushing as she took in the warmth and sincerity in his gaze. Embarrassed by the intensity of her feelings, she buried her face in his neck, hiding the blush spreading across her cheeks.

"Flatterer," she murmured, her voice muffled with embarrassment.

Peter chuckled, pulling her even closer. "It's not flattery if it's true," he replied, his tone both playful and sincere.

For a few moments, they simply held each other in silence, Peter's hand tracing soothing circles on her back while Sable tried to calm her racing heart. Eventually, she pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his with a new spark, a mischievous, hungry look that made his pulse quicken.

"You know," she began, her voice low and teasing, "I'll be honest. Seeing you put that redheaded bitch in her place was a massive turn-on. What do you say we... spice things up back here until we get to the restaurant?"

She moved to straddle him, her hands resting on his shoulders as her gaze became sultry.

Peter's hands instinctively found her waist, his lips quirking into a smirk. "Are you sure?" he asked, though his tone betrayed his excitement.

Sable's only response was to lean forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Peter returned it eagerly, their mouths melding together as their passion ignited. Her hands roamed up to his hair, pulling him closer, while his own hands drifted over her back, pressing her against him as they lost themselves in the moment. Their kiss deepened, turning into a fiery exchange, their tongues dancing as they gave in to the intensity of their connection. The world outside the limo faded away, leaving only the warmth between them as they shared this stolen, electrifying moment.

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Their kisses grew more intense, each one deeper and more urgent than the last. Sable's hands moved down to his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt, her fingers tracing lines over him as if savoring every inch. Peter responded by pulling her closer, his hands gliding up her back, one resting at the nape of her neck, holding her gently as he deepened the kiss. Their breaths mingled, quickening as the passion between them continued to build.

Sable tilted her head slightly, allowing Peter better access as his lips trailed down to her jawline, planting soft, lingering kisses there before moving to her neck. She let out a soft gasp as he found a particularly sensitive spot, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer, as if trying to feel every bit of him.

Peter's hands slid down her sides, resting firmly on her hips, anchoring her against him. He could feel the strength and confidence in her as she pressed against him, her movements both commanding and inviting. Their chemistry was electric, filling the back of the limo with a charged energy that neither of them wanted to end.

Their kisses grew hungrier, the line between tenderness and passion blurring as they lost themselves in each other. Sable's hands traced the line of his jaw, her fingers gently brushing his face as she whispered his name, her voice low and filled with a depth of feeling she rarely showed. Peter's heart pounded at the sound, his grip on her tightening as he brought her even closer, wanting to make this moment last.

Finally, they pulled back just enough to catch their breath, their foreheads resting together as they shared a quiet moment in the aftermath of their heated embrace. Sable looked into Peter's eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips, and he returned it with a look of pure affection, their bond deepened by this intimate moment.

Their breaths mingled as they paused, foreheads pressed together, eyes half-lidded with lingering desire. Peter traced his thumb along Sable's jawline, his touch gentle but charged, as if savoring every second they had. She gave him a smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief, before pulling him back in for another kiss, her fingers trailing up his chest to rest over his heart.

This time, the kiss was softer but no less intense. Sable's hands moved to frame his face, her fingers brushing lightly over his cheeks as she held him close. Peter responded by wrapping his arms around her, drawing her against him in a warm, unyielding embrace. He could feel the steady beat of her pulse as her fingers tangled in his hair, both of them giving in fully to the moment.

Peter's lips moved slowly, savoring each brush and press, and Sable responded with equal tenderness, her usual guarded demeanor melting away. They held each other as if the world outside had faded, the city lights passing by the windows unnoticed, the hum of traffic muffled by the sound of their breathing.

Peter's hand trailed up her back, his fingers threading through her hair as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer still. Sable's lips parted, inviting him in, and their tongues met in a slow, sensual dance that spoke of trust, longing, and promises unspoken. She tightened her arms around his neck, her body pressed flush against his, her warmth seeping into him as he held her like she was his entire world.

They lost track of time, wrapped in each other's arms, each kiss deeper and more lingering than the last. Every touch, every gentle caress, felt like a new beginning, a spark igniting between them as they continued, lips locked, savoring this perfect moment.

---

By the time Peter and Sable arrived at the restaurant, night had fallen, casting the city in shades of blue and amber under the streetlights. As they neared their destination, their driver's voice gently informed them, prompting them to reluctantly pull apart. They exchanged a few shy, amused glances as they fixed themselves up, smoothing out clothing, concealing lipstick marks, adjusting collars, and quickly hiding any hickeys. They did their best to look like they hadn't spent the last several hours locked in each other's arms.

The limo eased to a stop in front of the restaurant, and as before, Peter stepped out first, then turned to open the door for Sable, extending his hand to help her out. She rolled her eyes playfully at the gesture, but a smile tugged at her lips as she accepted his hand. They walked together into the restaurant, hand in hand, both trying to stifle smirks.

The restaurant they entered was stunning, a true sight to behold. High vaulted ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the entire space, giving it a refined yet vibrant atmosphere. Rich wood paneling and velvet drapes added warmth to the room, while golden accents on the walls gave it an air of opulence. The tables were elegantly set with fine china and silverware, and soft, ambient jazz music floated through the air, creating a sophisticated backdrop for the guests' conversations.

Toward the back of the restaurant, a raised stage was set up for live performances, equipped with a grand piano and additional instruments, hinting that music played a special role in the dining experience. The space was clearly designed for shows, with seating arranged to give everyone a view of the stage. The room's design allowed for an intimate atmosphere despite its size, making it feel personal yet grand.

On occasion, patrons were even invited to take the stage, giving guests an interactive experience if they felt inspired to sing or play music. Tonight, a jazz band was setting up, with the soft sounds of a saxophone tuning up drifting across the room. Peter glanced at the stage, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, wondering if they might witness a memorable performance during their meal. He turned back to Sable, who seemed equally impressed with the ambiance, and they shared a knowing smile as they were escorted to their table, ready to enjoy a well-deserved night out together.

Peter and Sable settled into their seats, taking a moment to soak in the elegance of the restaurant and the soft strains of jazz music filling the air. The waiter brought out the first course, a beautifully plated arrangement of appetizers, and Peter couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he took in the delicate presentation.

"Can't say I'm used to food that looks this... artistic," he teased, picking up a small bite with an exaggerated look of concentration.

Sable smirked, watching him. "You act like you don't run a successful tech company, Peter. You should be used to the finer things by now."

He chuckled, popping the bite into his mouth. "Sure, but usually, I just grab a hot dog from a stand or a slice of pizza. This whole 'fine dining' thing... still feels like stepping into another world."

They shared a laugh, the mood light and warm as they worked through each course. Sable's teasing glances grew softer, while Peter found himself watching her every move, captivated by her confidence and elegance. The conversation flowed as they reminisced about some of their shared missions, trading stories of their escapades and daring feats.

"Remember that time in Prague?" Sable asked, lifting her glass of wine with a raised brow.

Peter shook his head, smiling. "You mean the time you went undercover and didn't tell me, leaving me to fend off those goons solo?"

Sable laughed, a sparkle in her eye. "It's called strategic teamwork, Peter. Besides, you handled yourself just fine, didn't you?"

"Fine? I had to dodge about fifty armed guards on my own! Admit it, you wanted to see me squirm."

She leaned back, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. "Perhaps. But you survived, didn't you?"

They continued through each course, sharing flirtatious exchanges, and each moment felt like a rare escape from the shadows that usually defined their lives. For the main course, Peter reached over to steal a piece of Sable's dish with a grin.

"Peter Parker!" she scolded, half-laughing, half-serious. "You have an entire plate in front of you!"

"But yours looks better," he replied, popping the bite into his mouth and giving her an innocent smile.

She rolled her eyes, clearly amused. "I could have you thrown out, you know. I am technically royalty."

Peter snorted. "Yeah? And here I thought I was dating a mercenary, not royalty."

Sable smirked. "A woman can be both, you know."

As they finished the last course, Sable excused herself briefly. Peter leaned back in his seat, thoroughly content, sipping the last of his wine and watching the restaurant's cozy, elegant ambiance. He didn't notice her talking quietly with a staff member, nor did he notice her slipping a folded bill into the maître d's hand.

When she returned, he noticed a sly smile on her lips that he couldn't quite decipher.

"What's that look for?" he asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing," she replied innocently, waving her hand dismissively. "Just enjoying myself."

Moments later, the lights dimmed slightly, and the jazz band began a quieter tune, one that had people around the restaurant murmuring with interest. The maître d' took the stage and spoke into the microphone, announcing that they had a special performance lined up for the evening.

"Tonight," the maître d' said, "we have the pleasure of a surprise guest. Would Mr. Peter Parker kindly make his way to the stage?"

Peter's eyes widened, his gaze darting to Sable, who looked entirely too pleased with herself.

"Oh, you did not," he whispered, half-amused, half-betrayed.

She leaned back with a smug smile. "Oh, but I did. Enjoy your moment in the spotlight, Peter."

He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. As he stood, he shrugged off his trench coat and, with a playful smirk, wrapped it around Sable's shoulders.

"Keep this safe for me. I'd hate for my noble benefactor to catch cold while I make a fool of myself up there," he joked, his voice dripping with mock sarcasm as he started toward the stage.

She laughed, adjusting the coat around her shoulders. "Break a leg, Parker."

Peter shot her one last, exaggeratedly betrayed look before stepping up onto the stage. He took the microphone, clearing his throat as the crowd quieted in anticipation. The band waited, offering him a choice of song with an expectant look. Peter glanced back at Sable, who was watching him with an amused glint in her eye, and rolled his eyes playfully.

Peter cleared his throat, looking over the crowd with a half-smile. "So, full disclosure, I wasn't planning on singing tonight," he said, feigning a look of betrayal as he threw a pointed look back at Sable. "But, you know, that's what I get for letting my better half make all the decisions."

The crowd laughed warmly, and even Sable, despite putting on an exaggeratedly offended look, couldn't keep a straight face for long. She chuckled, shaking her head as she mouthed, "You're going to pay for that one."

Peter chuckled along with the crowd, then turned back to the microphone, his expression softening. "In all seriousness, I'm actually in a pretty generous mood tonight, thanks to that beautiful lady over there," he said, gesturing toward Sable, who nodded in mock acceptance of the compliment. "And because of that, I'm going to give you all a little treat and do not just one, but two songs."

There were a few murmurs of approval, scattered applause, and a couple of cheers from nearby tables. Peter caught Sable's eye, giving her a wink as he positioned himself by the mic and nodded to the band to begin.

Peter stepped up to the microphone, taking a slow, steady breath as he gathered his thoughts. His gaze drifted across the room, the faces of strangers watching, and, finally, back to Sable, who was leaning forward, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "So," he began with a slight smirk, "I've had my share of heartbreaks. In another life, I loved someone. I thought it would last, but... things didn't turn out that way." He shrugged, trying to brush off the weight of his words. "Sometimes life doesn't play fair."

A quiet tension settled over the room, the subtle shift felt by everyone as he paused, a flicker of something raw in his eyes. "This song... well, it kind of fits."

The music began, soft at first, and Peter took a moment, closing his eyes to lose himself in the melody. His voice, deep with emotion, filled the space, and as he started to sing, the crowd was silent, listening to the vulnerability in each word.

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I remember, years ago

Someone told me I should take

Caution when it comes to love, I did..."

Peter's voice carried across the room, raw and reflective. In the dim lighting, he almost seemed lost in a memory, as if the lyrics pulled him back to moments he'd buried away.

Sable's expression softened, her eyes never leaving him as she absorbed the intensity on his face. She knew Peter's past held more scars than he let on, but seeing him like this—baring them in front of an audience, each note echoing pain and strength—left her speechless. She shifted, one hand resting lightly on her heart.

"And you were strong and I was not

My illusion, my mistake

I was careless, I forgot, I did..."

A few people in the audience exchanged glances, sensing the weight of his words. Some nodded in sympathy, recognizing the familiar ache in his voice. Sable held her breath, her heart tightening with a mix of pride and tenderness. She understood now, more than ever, the depth of the pain he carried.

"And now

When all is done, there is nothing to say

You have gone and so effortlessly

You have won, you can go ahead, tell them..."

Peter's voice grew stronger, the vulnerability in his tone giving way to a quiet, steady defiance. Some in the crowd leaned forward, drawn to his intensity. A few murmurs broke the silence, quiet affirmations of their connection to his words. Sable's fingers curled around her glass, her gaze unbreakable as she watched him, completely captivated.

"Tell them all I know now

Shout it from the rooftops

Write it on the skyline

All we had is gone now

Tell them I was happy

And my heart is broken

All my scars are open..."

Peter's voice hit a crescendo, the depth of his emotions spilling over. The crowd was enraptured, some visibly moved. One couple sitting close exchanged glances, holding hands tighter. For Sable, it was an emotional revelation—seeing Peter so bare, so open. She swallowed, her throat tight, as a single tear threatened to fall.

"Tell them what I hoped would be impossible...

Impossible... impossible... impossible..."

The crowd remained hushed, drawn into the heartbreak that Peter poured into each line. Someone at a nearby table whispered, "That's real pain right there." Sable caught the words, and it only made her chest ache more. She'd seen him fight, seen him laugh, but this was different. This was Peter's heart laid bare, and she knew he rarely let anyone in like this.

"Falling out of love is hard

Falling for betrayal is worse

Broken trust and broken hearts

I know, I know..."

Peter's voice dropped into a lower, more intense register, each word laced with bitterness and resignation. The crowd was utterly silent, some faces reflecting memories of their own heartbreak. Sable's fingers trembled slightly, but she held steady, her gaze unwavering as she soaked in every line.

"Tell them all I know now

Shout it from the rooftops

Write it on the skyline

All we had is gone now

Tell them I was happy

And my heart is broken..."

The intensity of the lyrics seemed to fill every corner of the room. By now, a few audience members dabbed at their eyes, caught off guard by how personal the song felt. Sable's heart ached, but with every verse, her admiration grew. She could see, perhaps more than ever, the wounds he carried, and it only made her care for him more deeply.

"I remember, years ago

Someone told me I should take

Caution when it comes to love

I did..."

The song wound down, Peter's voice trailing into the silence left in its wake. For a moment, the room was still, the rawness of the performance hanging in the air.

Then, one by one, people began to clap, a few even standing. The applause grew, filling the room with genuine appreciation. Sable joined in, her hands coming together slowly, pride evident in her expression as she watched Peter.

When he looked back at her, she could see the vulnerability still lingering in his eyes, and she offered him a small, reassuring smile.

Peter took a steadying breath, his eyes meeting Sable's with a softness she hadn't seen before. "Despite all that's happened, I was lucky enough to find love again," he murmured, his voice low and warm. "And maybe she'll understand just how much she means to me with this little number."

The crowd, sensing the shift in tone, hushed again as the next song began, the familiar notes filling the room. Peter's gaze remained fixed on Sable, the words spilling out with a tenderness and vulnerability that touched everyone in the audience.

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"I've been alone with you inside my mind

And in my dreams

I've kissed your lips a thousand times

I sometimes see you pass outside my door

Hello

Is it me you're looking for?"

His voice was smooth, each word infused with a quiet intensity that pulled everyone in. Sable's cheeks flushed, her eyes softening as Peter sang directly to her. She felt like they were the only two people in the room, lost in their own private moment.

"I can see it in your eyes

I can see it in your smile

You're all I've ever wanted

And my arms are opened wide..."

As he continued, Peter's eyes never left hers, and Sable could feel the depth of his words resonating through her. She knew he meant every line, his feelings pouring out in a way he didn't often say out loud. Around them, a few members of the audience exchanged wistful glances, touched by the genuine romance unfolding before them.

"I long to see the sunlight in your hair

And tell you time and time again

How much I care

Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow

Hello

I've just got to let you know..."

Sable's heart fluttered, her pulse quickening as Peter's voice softened. She clasped her hands, a small, almost bashful smile spreading across her face. He was singing for her, laying his heart bare in front of everyone, and the honesty in his voice was breathtaking.

"Cause I wonder where you are

And I wonder what you do

Are you somewhere feeling lonely

Or is someone loving you?..."

The song's melancholy undertones seemed to echo in Sable's chest, her hand rising to her heart. Around them, a few onlookers dabbed at their eyes, moved by the rawness of the moment. But for Sable, there was no one else in the world but Peter, and she could see the same in his gaze.

"Tell me how to win your heart

For I haven't got a clue

But let me start by saying

I love you..."

The room was silent as he sang the last line, his voice trailing off into a delicate, lingering note. Sable's eyes glistened with emotion, her hand covering her mouth as she held back tears. A few moments passed before the crowd erupted into applause, many people standing, clapping with enthusiasm and admiration.

Peter returned to his seat, the warmth still lingering in his eyes as he looked at her. "Well?" he asked, a playful glint now replacing some of the vulnerability.

Sable leaned in close, her voice a whisper meant only for him. "I don't think I'll ever forget this night. Thank you."

Peter took her hand, gently squeezing it. "You're welcome. And... I meant every word."

For a moment, they just looked at each other, the world falling away around them, both knowing this was a night they'd remember forever.

---

As the applause settled down, Peter and Sable exchanged a final glance across the table, each one conveying everything left unspoken. Their connection was almost palpable, a warmth radiating between them that filled the room even as they signaled for the check.

After paying, they made their way back to the limo, and the second the door shut behind them, the tension that had been building all night spilled over. Sable leaned toward him, a mix of gratitude and affection in her eyes, and their lips met again. This time, there was no restraint—their kisses were deep, filled with passion and unspoken promises, each one more heated than the last as they drove back to the Symkarian embassy.

By the time they arrived, they were both breathless, eyes locked as Peter held her gaze for a moment. He stepped out of the limo, then reached back in to scoop her up, carrying her toward her room with ease, a soft smile crossing his lips as she held onto him.

Once inside, he set her gently on her feet, turning to lock the door behind them. But before he could turn back around, Sable was already on him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him close. Her breath was warm against his ear, her voice a soft whisper, laced with emotion.

"I love you," she murmured, her hands tangling in his hair. "And if you're going to make me feel like this... well, I hope you're ready to take responsibility for it."

Peter's lips curved into a smile, his gaze softening as he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I am. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

(Lemon)

Peter's hands moved to cradle Sable's face, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones with a tenderness that made her heart race. They stood in silence for a moment, simply looking at each other, as if sharing a thousand unspoken words. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips finding hers in a kiss that was both soft and filled with quiet passion. Their hands roamed each other's backs, drawing them closer as they melted into the embrace, feeling the warmth radiate between them.

As they continued, their kisses deepened, each one more urgent than the last, but there was still an underlying softness, a reverence in every movement. Peter's hand slipped through her hair, his fingers tangling gently as he pulled her even closer. Sable responded by wrapping her arms around him, holding on as if he was her anchor.

The room faded away, leaving just the two of them, lost in each other's presence. Peter lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed with a care that made Sable smile against his shoulder. Setting her down gently, he brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, their gazes meeting in a look that spoke of trust, admiration, and a profound bond that went beyond words.

Peter looked down at the silver goddess lying before him and felt insurmountable awe build within him. Sable looked at him an unconditional love shining in her eyes, that it made his eyes tear up slightly.

As he spread her legs and thrust inside, he places his forehead against hers as they both panted from the act of him penetrating her. After a few minutes of waiting, she nodded at him, granted him permission to move.

He began to slowly thrust.

In and out

In and out

In and out

Sable moaning softly says "peter... faster... please."

Peter acquiesces and starts speeding up, in return she starts moaning louder

"Peter, please, don't, stop." Sable moaned in between thrusts.

"Never." He grunted as sped up and thrusted harder causing her to shriek in pleasure and drag her nails across his back as she wrapped her legs around her waste.

Inside her peter felt her tightening. While sable, eyes half-rolled back in her head felt him start twitching.

"I-insi-side, p-eter, ple-ase, insi-de." She moaned, barely managing to get the words out

Peter grunts, even if he wanted to pull put her legs were wrapped tight around him. He wasn't pulling put if his life depended on it.

"SABLE." He moaned as he reached climax. Releasing his seed inside her.

"PETER." She moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her tongue coming out her mouth as she climaxed around him.

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They lay together, bodies entwined, coming down from the overwhelming rush of passion, their breaths gradually slowing in the quiet of the room. Peter looked at Sable, a deep warmth filling his gaze as he took in the softness of her expression, the way her eyes glowed with an affection he never thought he'd experience again. She returned his gaze with equal intensity, her hand reaching up to trace the lines of his face gently, as if memorizing every detail.

Without a word, Peter shifted, moving Sable to rest on top of him, her head nestled against his chest. He wrapped his arms securely around her, pulling the blanket up over them both. They settled into the embrace, finding comfort in the steady beat of each other's hearts, a soothing rhythm that seemed to echo their shared peace.

Sable looked up at him one last time, a tender smile curving her lips. "I love you, Peter."

He brushed a gentle kiss to her hair, whispering, "I love you too, Sable. More than you know."

With their whispered confessions hanging in the air, they drifted off together, holding each other close as sleep claimed them, their smiles lingering in quiet contentment. In each other's arms, they found a rare, deep sense of solace, both pleased and exhausted, knowing that whatever the future held, they would face it together.

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