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ᖴIOᑎᗩ was a little frustrated. Little being an understatement. The last year of her life had been pretty frustrating if she were being honest. The most frustrating thing was that her boyfriend dumped her! Her! Harry Osborn actually had the audacity to say that he thought that they should take a break so he could run off to Europe and explore his options.

The thought of her ex boyfriend always seemed to frustrate her as of late. It's why she spent so much time getting under Peter Parker's skin. Fiona had thought the young hero was hot in a nerdy sort of way the first time they met but of course she had been with Harry then and never really payed Parker much attention.

Until now. Now, he was her every thought. Her frustration, mostly sexual, was focused straight onto the little spider. Her dad's prodigy who caught her gaze as soon as he walked into the school, frowning and sighing at something Ned was ranting about

"But then she laughed in my face." Ned frowned as he told Peter about asking out Rebecca Louis. "Are you listening?" He asked his best friend who seemed to be lost in thought.

Peter gripped the straps of his backpack and nodded. "Rebecca Louis is not worth it to complain about." He looked at said girl who was leant against her locker laughing at something one of her friends said. "She's had sex with like every guy in school."

"Exactly!" Ned exclaimed as Fiona suddenly appeared in front of them, smiling at Ned as she grabbed Peter's hand. "Need to borrow the nerd for a sec."

Ned watched in shock as the Stark girl dragged his best friend off. "What did I miss?"

"What are you doing?" Peter asked as the bell for class to start began to ring, Fiona shoving him into the girls' locker room that would be empty until second period.

He didn't get an answer because as soon as they were hidden far enough into the locker room, her lips were on his and all train of thought left him as his hands went to her waist.

Fiona moaned as he pulled back, trailing his mouth down her neck. He was full of surprises and she was starting become addicted. "Can't believe I actually got Peter Parker to skip first period." She giggled as he nipped at her ear.

"Shit." He cursed pulling back as her words registered in his brain. "I can't." There was no way he could skip class. Aunt May would kill him if she found out.

Fiona grabbed at him, pushing his backpack off. "Of course you can." Her lips found his neck, sucking and biting causing him to moan deep in his throat sending shivers through her body. His hands slid under her ass and pulled her up, Fiona's legs wrapping around his waist as he held her against the lockers with one arm, the other tangled in her hair as he slipped his tongue in her mouth.

Peter knew this was a bad idea. A terrible idea but he suddenly felt like an addict and she was some kind of out of this world drug. The moan she let out, sounding much more like a whimper, had him losing what little bit of worry he had left flying out the door.

The second bell to class sounded and he groaned as Fiona pushed him away, sliding agonizingly slow down him. "Rain check, Tiger." She winked at him and strode out of the locker room leaving Peter with a rock hard erection rubbing against his spidey suit that was hidden under his clothes.

He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. "Fuck me."

Peter gave a quick, "Hi, Aunt May." as he walked through the front door of their apartment not noticing Tony.

"Pete, I need you to answer me truthfully."

Peter froze, gulping at the hard gaze his mentor gave him. Did he find out? IM DEAD! "Sir?"

"Italian?" Tony raised an eyebrow at him and Peter shook his head. "What?"

"Dinner. Tonight. You, me, Pepper and Fiona. It's our Anniversary. I asked May but apparently she has a Date."

Peter felt himself visibly relax. He didn't know. "Yes. I love Italian. Buongiorno, wait... shit, that's French." He was babbling, nervous and if he didn't hurry and get Tony out of there he would probably start speaking word vomit.

"You okay?" Tony asked with sincere concern. Peter nodded, waving him off. "Perfect. I should get a shower and get ready."

Tony stared at him a little longer before nodding and giving him that signature Stark smirk. "Italian, tonight, 7:00 pm. We'll pick you up." Before Tony left, grabbing a muffin from the batch Aunt May was blowing at to cool off. She scowled at the billionaire as he turned towards his prodigy. "Left you a suit in your room. Fiona picked it out." And then he was gone and Peter disappeared into his room as quickly as possible.

Great. A fancy dinner with Mr. Stark, Ms. Potts and the girl he keeps having fantasy dreams about webbing to his bed and having his way with. God! He sounded like a sex craved teenager. You are, dumbass. The voice of Sam Wilson snorted inside his head.

He groaned, walking over to the fancy Gucci box on his bed. "This should be fun." Sarcasm dripped from his tongue like venom off of a snake's fangs.

"I'm so dead."