Ok, this chapter is entirely about Peter and MJ. What was said after he revealed himself to her and both their thoughts and feelings. I was in an exceptionally sappy mood tonight.

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Same disclaimers as always..

Peter Parker had never been so content in his entire life. Lying there in bed next to the woman he loved, gently stroking her hair, his gift and his curse was forgotten. When he placed a kiss on her forehead, she snuggled up closer to him. God, how I love you, he thought.

He rolled the events of the night before over in his mind. He had never been one to overreact to tough situations - if he did that, he would be dead. But when she had fallen off that balcony, his heart had stopped and his mind went blank. The only thing that could go through his mind in those few seconds was how much she meant to him. He knew that he couldn't live without her. Her love, her support, even if they weren't together, he had still been able to drawn on her strength. Without her, he would have been powerless.

Then there had been the moment of reckoning; he had taken the plunge, exposing himself to her, leaving him without defenses. No mask to hide behind when he set her on the ground and was shaking he was so scared. No mask to hide behind when he held her tight to him.

When they had reached her apartment, he had told her that love would conquer all. But his emotions warred with his mind. Now that she knows, I should just come clean and tell her everything. I should tell her how much I love her, why I had lied to her and broken her heart, and I should tell her that we will always be together, no matter what happens. No! I can't do that. She would be in too great of danger if anyone were to find out who I am. It is selfish to put her life in danger. Then he remembered her life. She had to endure life with parents who fought constantly and who screamed at her. They thought nothing about her feelings or her needs. She deserves to be happy, even for a little while. Maybe she will realize she isn't in love with me and she will walk away. Then she will have had happiness, and will remain safe. Maybe. In the back of his mind, Peter knew that wasn't true. He was willing to condemn himself to a life without love, but he couldn't do that to MJ.

"Let me explain, MJ. It wasn't that I didn't want to tell you. I wanted to tell you so badly, but the Green Goblin. He found out who I was and went after you" he had started, but MJ cut him off.

"I know. I know you wanted to protect me. And you are right, it will be dangerous, but I know the risks. I am willing to take them. You can't take the world on by yourself. There isn't a bad day that goes by that I don't need to talk to someone about it. Your days are infinitely worse than mine are, and you have no one. Please, let me be there for you. Don't push me away. Let me love you." She had pleaded with him.

However persuasive her words were, once he looked into her eyes, he knew he had lost. Love filled her eyes; love for him, pure love. Yet, he had to try again, he wanted to make her understand what the consequences of his love would mean. "MJ, you almost died because of me. Aunt May almost did, too. Your life is not an acceptable risk to take for me. I am not worth it."

Mary Jane had almost laughed out loud. "Do you hear yourself, Peter? Everyday you risk your life for nameless strangers, people who may or may not even believe Spiderman is one of the good guys. Your life is thankless and dangerous, and you would isolate yourself completely from the world if it would mean saving a life. And that is just as Spiderman. Peter Parker is smart, funny, caring, and the best person I have ever met. How can you even think that you are not worth the risk? It is me who is unworthy of you. What have I ever done to deserve you?"

Peter had been speechless. He had never realized how deep her love for him had run before. He had not been able to think of any words that could rival her expression of love for him, so he had answered her with a kiss. One hand was on her cheek, the other grasping her hand. His lips were gentle on hers and heat sparked between them. When she opened her mouth to him and her tongue brushed over his bottom lip, he lost control. All the love and passion he had been able to so carefully contain flooded out. He kissed her harder, devouring her mouth with his. He couldn't get enough of her: her scent, her softness, her passion. When she had pulled away, he feared he had frightened her, but she still clung to him, and softly whispered into his ear. "Don't leave me tonight. Stay with me and show me how much you love me."

He had almost died right then and there.

Now, as he lay next to her, he knew any hopes of letting her go were gone. They had been swept away in their tide of passion. All he could think of is how much she means to him and how he would never let her go. Never. No one would come between them again, if anyone ever laid a hand on her again, it wouldn't be a glider than killed them. It would be his fists.

When Mary Jane woke up, she could hear her shower running and smiled. Stretching lazily, she basked in the early morning sun shining through the window and also in the memory of the night before. Everything was out in the open; no more lies, no more secrets. They had admitted their love for each other and acted upon it. Is this what their life would always be like she wondered? A kind of intense love and seemingly everlasting happiness? Somehow she doubted that, but she wanted to hang on to those thoughts as long as she could. She knew there would be times she didn't know if he would come back from a battle and that there would be arguments and disagreements. But not right now. Now there was only love. It had indeed conquered all fears and doubt.

She rose out of bed, slipping on her robe and walked to the kitchen to put some coffee on. Omelets, she thought to herself. I'll make breakfast and we'll start our first day together, she thought as she opened the refrigerator, grabbing eggs, cheese and bacon. Placing them on the counter, she grabbed a frying pan to cook with when she thought she saw a green flash go by.

She walked to the window and looked out. Seeing nothing, she shook her head. That coffee better be ready, or I'm not going to make it. Unfortunately, even the coffee she drank couldn't shake that uneasy feeling that had now settled in the pit of her stomach. She turned on the television for a little background noise. When she heard that awful laugh and goosebumps shot up her spine, she realized her worst nightmares had come true - he was back.