Death Before Decaf
Summary: Peter is not a morning person. Like, at all. On the contrary, you love mornings, and one day you get an idea on how to make Peter love them too.
Word Count: 554
Warnings: Mild Language
You could hear Peter snoring from practically a mile away.
Your little huts weren’t even the slightest bit close to each other. In fact, they couldn’t be farther.
It was 7 o'clock in the morning, and your brain was buzzing with excitement thinking about the day ahead.
You couldn’t help it. You were just a morning person.
Peter, however, was definitely not.
That’s when a plan popped into your head, and you smiled to yourself, kicking off your sheets and springing onto your feet.
I bet I could make Peter love mornings.
Quietly, you crept across the campsite, trying your hardest not to step on any loud twigs and wake up the other Lost Boys.
The closer you got to Peter’s tent, the louder the snores got, and you had to cover your mouth to keep from laughing.
Peter will never be able to intimidate me ever again after this.
Slowly, you slipped into his tent, revealing Peter lying on his back in deep slumber. His disheveled brown hair was falling into his eyes, and his lips almost formed a perfect natural pout. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and the upper half of his chest was exposed above the blanket.
He looked so beautiful, so angelic, so…peaceful.
Too bad you were about to ruin that.
You tiptoed to his bed and then, yup, crawled on top of him. You straddled his stomach, and just as he began to wake, his tired eyes opening and his pouty facial expression slowly shifting to confusion, you started planting kisses across his chest and up his neck.
“Y/N, what are you-” He started to say, but then stopped himself as you continued up his jawline, and then to his cheek.
He smiled breathlessly, closing his eyes again as you made your way to the other side of his face, and then back down his neck.
He grabbed your face then, opening his eyes again and guiding your lips back up to his. He started laughing, and you gently pulled away, giving him a questioning look.
“Y/N…I cannot fucking believe you just woke me up to give me a bunch of hickeys.”
His voice was playful and soft, and you ruffled his hair with your hands. “You know it.”
Leaning in, you kissed him on the nose, and then the forehead, and then he was dragging you back down to his lips again.
“Y/N,” He started to speak gently again through the kiss, “I hope you know if anyone else did this to me, I’d have killed them.”
You grinned, sitting up on his torso and looking down at him. “Really? You and Felix do get pretty intimate sometimes…”
“Oh, is that so?” Peter asked, and you heard a mischievous edge in his voice. “But with Felix, would I do…THIS?”
Peter reached out with both hands and started tickling your sides, causing you to shriek and then collapse on his chest in a fit of giggles.
“Stop, stop!” You tried to yell through your chortling, but you couldn’t contain yourself.
That’s when one of the Lost Boys poked his head through Peter’s tent and yelled, “Will you two keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep, and you’re too bloody loud!”
“Blame her!” Peter retorted, grabbing his pillow and whacking you with it.
“Hey, I’m not the one who brought tickling into the situation!” You fired back.
The Lost Boy just shook his head and sighed. “Y/N, with you here, I don’t think anyone’s ever gonna get a quiet morning of peace ever again.”