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Rating: PG-13/R, for language and sensual descriptions, depending on what chapter you're in.

One Night

Chapter 4

"I want you to stay. Stay the night with me."

Peter didn't hear any further than those words. He couldn't, he had become paralyzed by them.

All his life, he had been waiting to hear her say those words, and, granted she wasn't saying them exactly to him (but she didn't know that); now that he had heard them, all he wanted to do was run. * Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into!! I can't stay, she'll find out who I am and then she will be at risk! * A second voice seemed to appear out of nowhere in his head, combating with the other. * But I love her and I want more than anything to be with her, even if it means spending one night with her as someone else. But, will I be able to leave her when morning comes? *

"Spiderman?"

All of Peter's thoughts shattered around him at the sound of MJ's voice calling to him. He looked down at his dream girl. She was trying to look brave, keeping her chin up and head high, but behind that, he could see the terror swirling deep in her eyes. * She's probably afraid of me turning her down. I probably did that to her by turning her down that day- Peter! Focus and say something! *

"Spiderman, now would be the time to say something."

* I need to get away from her. Being six inches away from her isn't helping the situation. * Peter turned and began to pace alongside the coffee table. "Mary Jane, I don't know what to say." Peter stopped to turn and face her. * If only she knew * "It's not that simple, you know. You don't even know me!" He said as he plopped down on the couch, burying his face in his hands.

Soon, he felt her fingers curl around his chin, lifting his face until he was looking directly into those burning green embers of hers. "You're right, I don't know you. But I do know this: you have saved me countless times, probably more than you should have. You come every night to my window to make sure that I'm safe and ok. Now while some may find that a bit scary and stalker-like, it only makes me love you more."

"You have shown more care and concern for me in the past couple of months than my father, or anyone else for that matter, ever cared to in the past 18 years. I may be in love with someone whose face I may never see, but I've his heart and it's .. beautiful. And that's enough for me."

Peter began to choke up underneath the mask. * Chances like this don't come everyday. A woman like Mary Jane doesn't come around everyday either. * She loved him for him, and even though she didn't know the truth about him, she didn't care. "I don't know what to say."

MJ smiled her sweet smile at him. Grasping his hands in both of hers, she stood up, leading Peter to follow suit. Once standing, she leaned close against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, whispering lightly in his ear. Her breath brushing by his ear began to have quite an overwhelming effect on him. "Say you'll stay."

Peter looked at her, hoping to God that this was the right decision. "You do know I'll have to leave."

Mary Jane nodded her head, biting on her lip. "I know, but I'd rather have something than nothing. Besides, I'm one of those people who don't like to live with any regrets. Aren't you?"

Peter lifted his gloved hand and cupped MJ's smooth, warm cheek. * Peter, just let yourself go this once. Just to feel her, to taste her, to be with her. It'll be enough. * "I am now."

Mary Jane broke out into a huge grin and covered his hand with her own, gently squeezing it. Peter then pulled MJ into his powerful arms and held her soft, warm body against his, his gloved hands pressing her against the solid wall of his chest.

Peter could feel her heartbeat and was almost positive that she, in turn, could feel his speeding up against his ribcage. Even through the mask, he could smell the faint scent of jasmine that lingered in her hair. He inhaled deeply, pulling MJ as close as humanly possible; filling his senses with everything that was Mary Jane Watson.

Mary Jane then began softly running her hands across his shoulders, feeling his muscles ripple underneath her touch. They settled at the base of Peter's throat and within a few seconds, her fingers found the edge of the mask and slowly began working it up and over his neck and chin. Peter grasped her hands, holding them still for the moment. "Please.."

Mary Jane silently understood, as she nodded her head in agreement and pushed the mask up just to the bridge of his nose.

Peter didn't waste any time as he leaned in and immediately crushed her lips with his own. It had been too long, that was for sure. From the looks of it, the feeling was mutual. Peter threaded his fingers through her hair, as he slowly ran his tongue along her lower lip, silently pleading for entrance.

Mary Jane was more than happy to oblige, as she parted her lips for him, deepening their kiss. Peter's hands made their way out of hair and down her back, trailing along her spine. His fingers found the edge of her tank top and ran them underneath the offensive fabric, feeling the small expanse of skin that was exposed between the hem of her top to the edge of her pants. * God, this feels so amazing. *

Releasing her hold on his lips, MJ took a deep breath and stepped back, keeping Peter's hands in her own. She gently pulled him back towards her bedroom. He followed her, shutting the door behind them while she flicked the light off, letting the moonlight shining in through the open doors be the only light. He gently reeled her back into his embrace. Circling her arms around his neck, MJ hugged him close. "I want to feel you."

Peter looked down at her, totally confused. "But you already are."

MJ shook her head, bringing her hands up to his semi-masked face, caressing it. "That's not what I meant. I want to feel your cheeks with my fingers. I want to brush my hands through your hair. I want to really feel you."

"Mary Jane, you know I-"

MJ hushed him with a finger to his lips. "I know what you said. And I understand why you said it. But I think I have a way to give us both what we want." She walked over to a chair where her robe laid. She pulled out the sash and walked back to Peter. Holding the sash in front of him with both hands, she looked at him with such intensity; he could have sworn that Mary Jane could see right through him.

"Blindfold me."

Peter was speechless; the words seemed to have caught in his throat. * That seems to be happening a lot tonight. * "Mary Jane, are you sure you know what you're doing?"

She nodded. "Yeah I do. I trust you."

That was all that Peter needed to hear. He took the sash out of her hands and leaned in for one quick kiss. "Turn around."

Mary Jane did as he asked, her back to him. Peter's hands were slightly shaking as he lifted the sash, almost reverently, over her head and fastened it behind her. MJ turned around, with her arms slightly in front of her, to face Peter once more. Her placed both her hands on Peter's chest and began to feel her way up his body.

For Peter, this was an all too amazing of an experience. His mind was running like crazy and he couldn't think anything at that moment, other than registering the feeling of those two tiny, delicate hands caressing and feeling him ever so gently. She slowly worked her way up to the back of his neck and he could feel her toy with the short tendrils at the nape of his neck. She leaned in, aiming for Peter's face, but with the blindfold, her lips ended up on his chin.

Peter laughed, as he guided her lips back to his, kissing her fervently. As their kiss continued, he could feel her hands sliding underneath his mask, slowly inching the mask off his head. She kept her fingers embedded in his hair as she continued, sliding the mask off until it completely came off.

Peter felt so vulnerable and scared once Mary Jane dropped the mask from her grasp. She slowly brought her hands back up to his face and just let them feel: feel the smoothness of his cheeks, feel the silkiness of his hair, feel every bump and curve that formed his face.

With MJ concentrating on the contours of his face, Peter let his hands roam around her body. He slid his gloved hands down her sides slowly. She arched against him slightly, biting her lip to silence her giggle. * She's ticklish. * He thought with a smile. Her hands brought him back to her as she brought his face back in for another searing kiss.

Passion soon grew to a needy hunger as both helped each other divest of their clothing and falling on the bed, they let themselves explore every inch of each other. With every kiss, every touch, every stroke, they fell deeper and deeper, pulling further and further away from reality and enclosing themselves in their own. The room became thick with their building passion and with increasing heat. All grew silent, except for the faint moans and the deep sighs they exchanged as they fought desperately to get as close to each other as humanly possible. With that first touch, all had been lost; Peter let go of everything: his lies, his secrets, his demons, and his battles.

Tonight, at least for one night, the real world no longer existed and in their world, everything was perfect.