"You're always doing something, just by being you." After knowing Harry for so many years and, apparently, being married to him, he's not getting away with anything (or, really, he's getting away with everything, it's just mostly by Peter's permission. Mostly.) "I damn well hope I'm the only one who thinks so. You shouldn't be playing dumb with anybody else," Peter raised a teasing eyebrow, running a hand back through his rumpled hair. "Especially nobody in New York. I'd think you'd at least have exotic tastes, babe."
Peter just laughs warmly and shrugs off-handedly, smile shy but still friendly and a bit flirty. Imagine what they must have been like when they first started out this nervous, wonderful thing they have (a downright trainwreck, obviously). "Yeah, but you've always been one for a challenge, Osborn." Hardly the worst one to surmount.
"I'd call it a trial, but it's not the worst. Glad you said that though, because now I have blackmail material until the end of time itself." Peter grins, and it turns into another laugh when Harry blushes. He looks him up and down for a second before, "Well you're always on my to-do list." Harry's red as a tomato, but if Peter thinks it odd, he doesn't say anything. Which, he doesn't think it's odd, it's Harry and Harry has always been an absolute dork when it comes to love, and certain physical expressions thereof. Peter thinks it's adorable. "I knew what I was getting into. Guess I only have myself to blame for that one."
"You sure? Because the sun's kind of the reason we're all here." Peter tilted his face up to kiss Harry's cheek as opposed to launching into some scientific tirade. At least he's learning to compromise. "I love you too, Harry. Each day, a little more, even when I didn't think it was possible to have any more room in my heart."
That just sends Peter into a fit of happy laughter, body shaking against Harry's back. He buries his giggles in Harry's shoulder, hair thick and wild between Harry's fingers. "...you sure? I could use another 'Harry Osborn Loses A Bet' photo for my collection."
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Peter just laughs warmly and shrugs off-handedly, smile shy but still friendly and a bit flirty. Imagine what they must have been like when they first started out this nervous, wonderful thing they have (a downright trainwreck, obviously). "Yeah, but you've always been one for a challenge, Osborn." Hardly the worst one to surmount.
"I'd call it a trial, but it's not the worst. Glad you said that though, because now I have blackmail material until the end of time itself." Peter grins, and it turns into another laugh when Harry blushes. He looks him up and down for a second before, "Well you're always on my to-do list." Harry's red as a tomato, but if Peter thinks it odd, he doesn't say anything. Which, he doesn't think it's odd, it's Harry and Harry has always been an absolute dork when it comes to love, and certain physical expressions thereof. Peter thinks it's adorable. "I knew what I was getting into. Guess I only have myself to blame for that one."
"You sure? Because the sun's kind of the reason we're all here." Peter tilted his face up to kiss Harry's cheek as opposed to launching into some scientific tirade. At least he's learning to compromise. "I love you too, Harry. Each day, a little more, even when I didn't think it was possible to have any more room in my heart."
That just sends Peter into a fit of happy laughter, body shaking against Harry's back. He buries his giggles in Harry's shoulder, hair thick and wild between Harry's fingers. "...you sure? I could use another 'Harry Osborn Loses A Bet' photo for my collection."