Author's Note: I wasn't planning on adding a third chapter anytime soon,
but I have gotten so many requests, I thought I would add a quick litle
third chapter. If it looks like I wrote it really fast, that's because it
was. Enjoy! :)
***** Peter's gaze was solely on the red-haried woman sitting across from him on the couch, cuddled up against a pillow and enjoying a novel that she just started. She was smiling, becaus she knew that Peter was staring at her. Usually if Peter was caught staring he would blush and look away. But this time was different. He wanted to stare and she wasn't minding him sweeping his eyes across her. There was a sort of a mutual consent. So they stayed that way, reveling in each other's silent company.
Peter couldn't believe that this woman in front of him knew who he was, knew what he had done, and still confessed that she loved him. It was mind- boggling to him. He had told her what had happened the night Uncle Ben died, who the Green Goblin was and how he got killed. He had let everything go, released all of his restraints, not only telling her what had happened but the reasons behind what he did, and what he was feeling, sobbing quietly against her, not caring it was the manly thing to do. He had felt like a broken little boy, finally beaten down by all the evil and irony of life.
When he had finished, he expected her to let go of him, look at him in horror, and flee from his apartment as quick as she could possibly could. And he wouldn't have followed after her, knowing full well that everything was destroyed. But she didn't. She let the information soak in. She just kept stroking his head, deep in thought. Inside Peter was dying with not knowing what she was going to do next. But something happened then that he completely did not expect. He felt a warmth fall on his face, and curve down the line of his jaw. He reached up to wipe it away, and realized it was a tear. Not his tear, but Mary Jane's. He looked up to Mary Jane, who was weeping silently, with a sad smile on her face. She clutched Peter to her, as if he would flee if she let him go. She opened her mouth and a little sigh escaped her lips. Quietly, almost a whisper, a single phrase came out.
"I love you,Peter."
He was so overjoyed he kissed her, the taste of their salty tears playing on each other's lips.
Mary Jane shifted and set her bare foot across his lap, bringing Peter back to the present. He looked away from her and down at her foot. He picked it up and began to massage it, hearing a plesed sigh come from Mary Jane. She squirmed and sunk lower into the couch. "It's nice to have a man with strong hands to massage my poor tired feet." She grinned sweetly at him, which elicited the same f rom him.
He smiled, moving his hands up to her calf, massaging her leg now. "Would you like something?"
She raised her eyebrow at him. "There are many things I want, Peter. Whether or not you are willing to give them to me, is another question entirely." Her lips curled up devilishly.
He blushed and looked down quickly, a nervous chuckle in his throat. He looked back up and noticed her innocent smile was put back in place. "What I meant was, Mary Jane, would you like something to drink?" He pointed a finger over to the kitchen to emphasize his point.
She giggled. "I knew what you meant, silly." She sat up, and thought about what she would like to drink. "I think... I would like some soda, if you have any."
He grinned at her. "I suppose I can manage that."
She started to remove her feet so he could get up, but Peter stayed where he was. He flicked her wrist, and a string of webbing flew across the room. It attached to the fridge handle, and it yanked it open quickly. Before the door could slam back closed, He shot out another round of webbing and caught two cans of cola . He pulled sharply and they flew toward him, and he harmlessly caught them in his hand. The fridge door shut with a soft click. He handed one of the colas to MJ, and proceeded to open his. He stopped and looked up to see her shaking her head. He laughed. "What?" He asked simply.
She giggled. "You're doing this to show off aren't you?" He bobbed his head as if to say, I don't know, possibly. She smiled at him. "You could of just gotten to your feet and walked over there yourself."
He laughed again. "And what? And stop being lazy? Never."
She peered over the side of the couch and stared at the fallen webs on the floor. "You certainly make a mess."
"I will clean it up later, of course."
She smirked at him. "Now that would defeat the purpose of being lazy, Pete."
They both broke out into laughter. He leaned into kiss her lightly. He raised his cola can up in the air and Mary Jane followed suit. "To Us."
"To us!" She chriped happily.
"And to being lazy!"
The laughter resumed and they drank to their toast..
***** Peter's gaze was solely on the red-haried woman sitting across from him on the couch, cuddled up against a pillow and enjoying a novel that she just started. She was smiling, becaus she knew that Peter was staring at her. Usually if Peter was caught staring he would blush and look away. But this time was different. He wanted to stare and she wasn't minding him sweeping his eyes across her. There was a sort of a mutual consent. So they stayed that way, reveling in each other's silent company.
Peter couldn't believe that this woman in front of him knew who he was, knew what he had done, and still confessed that she loved him. It was mind- boggling to him. He had told her what had happened the night Uncle Ben died, who the Green Goblin was and how he got killed. He had let everything go, released all of his restraints, not only telling her what had happened but the reasons behind what he did, and what he was feeling, sobbing quietly against her, not caring it was the manly thing to do. He had felt like a broken little boy, finally beaten down by all the evil and irony of life.
When he had finished, he expected her to let go of him, look at him in horror, and flee from his apartment as quick as she could possibly could. And he wouldn't have followed after her, knowing full well that everything was destroyed. But she didn't. She let the information soak in. She just kept stroking his head, deep in thought. Inside Peter was dying with not knowing what she was going to do next. But something happened then that he completely did not expect. He felt a warmth fall on his face, and curve down the line of his jaw. He reached up to wipe it away, and realized it was a tear. Not his tear, but Mary Jane's. He looked up to Mary Jane, who was weeping silently, with a sad smile on her face. She clutched Peter to her, as if he would flee if she let him go. She opened her mouth and a little sigh escaped her lips. Quietly, almost a whisper, a single phrase came out.
"I love you,Peter."
He was so overjoyed he kissed her, the taste of their salty tears playing on each other's lips.
Mary Jane shifted and set her bare foot across his lap, bringing Peter back to the present. He looked away from her and down at her foot. He picked it up and began to massage it, hearing a plesed sigh come from Mary Jane. She squirmed and sunk lower into the couch. "It's nice to have a man with strong hands to massage my poor tired feet." She grinned sweetly at him, which elicited the same f rom him.
He smiled, moving his hands up to her calf, massaging her leg now. "Would you like something?"
She raised her eyebrow at him. "There are many things I want, Peter. Whether or not you are willing to give them to me, is another question entirely." Her lips curled up devilishly.
He blushed and looked down quickly, a nervous chuckle in his throat. He looked back up and noticed her innocent smile was put back in place. "What I meant was, Mary Jane, would you like something to drink?" He pointed a finger over to the kitchen to emphasize his point.
She giggled. "I knew what you meant, silly." She sat up, and thought about what she would like to drink. "I think... I would like some soda, if you have any."
He grinned at her. "I suppose I can manage that."
She started to remove her feet so he could get up, but Peter stayed where he was. He flicked her wrist, and a string of webbing flew across the room. It attached to the fridge handle, and it yanked it open quickly. Before the door could slam back closed, He shot out another round of webbing and caught two cans of cola . He pulled sharply and they flew toward him, and he harmlessly caught them in his hand. The fridge door shut with a soft click. He handed one of the colas to MJ, and proceeded to open his. He stopped and looked up to see her shaking her head. He laughed. "What?" He asked simply.
She giggled. "You're doing this to show off aren't you?" He bobbed his head as if to say, I don't know, possibly. She smiled at him. "You could of just gotten to your feet and walked over there yourself."
He laughed again. "And what? And stop being lazy? Never."
She peered over the side of the couch and stared at the fallen webs on the floor. "You certainly make a mess."
"I will clean it up later, of course."
She smirked at him. "Now that would defeat the purpose of being lazy, Pete."
They both broke out into laughter. He leaned into kiss her lightly. He raised his cola can up in the air and Mary Jane followed suit. "To Us."
"To us!" She chriped happily.
"And to being lazy!"
The laughter resumed and they drank to their toast..