“Damn, this place is beautiful…” Peter muttered, looking around with awe-struck eyes, before shifting his gaze back to you.

“Not as beautiful as you, though.” He said to you, adding in a cheeky wink as he wrapped an arm around your waist, giving you a small squeeze. That was not the first compliment he had given you tonight, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

Emma Frost had organised a large party for the enjoyment of both humans and mutants. The Hellfire Gala on the island of Krakoa was nothing short of mesmerising - incredible scenery, all the food and drink you could ever want, and everyone was dressed to nines in jaw-dropping clothing.

It really couldn’t get better, but it could for Peter, since you were his date. Seeing you wearing such an outfit like you were had him turning his head every five seconds at you, like he was continually seeing you for the first time.

As Emma made her toast to all of the guests attending the gala, Peter was just looking at you, staring with a goofy grin on his face as you watched the powerful mutant propose her gratitude for everyone’s attendance.

As soon as she was finished, Peter gave you a little nudge and gestured around. Music was playing from all angles, and you could always find at least one group mingling everywhere your eyes landed.

“Y’know what would be great? A dance. We should totally dance.” He said as he turned back to you with a shrug, his hand still remaining on your waist, having remained in that spot ever since you both arrived at the party.