Mary Jane and Peter finally stumbled home after the long, terrifying night. They had taken Kevin to the police and spent two long hours filling out police reports and then handing over a screaming Kevin to the police. They called Uncle Ben and Aunt May and told them where they were and what had happened. Finally they had walked out of the police station and were sitting on the steps outside, Mary Jane exhausted, as it was almost four in the morning. Strangely Peter wasn't feeling tired in the slightest.
Must be those crazy spider powers.
He looked down at MJ in his arms and saw she was fast asleep, her head nestled in the crook of his arm. He sighed and looked around, knowing it was almost a ten mile walk to home.
He glanced at his wrist and tested his webbing. Still strong. Shrugging, he decided he could websling home.
He gently lifted up Mary Jane and easily held her up by one arm. She stirred and looked sleepily at him.
"Pete?"
"Don't worry sweetheart, go back to sleep, we'll be home soon."
"Alright." She mumbled and pressed her face back into his shirt.
Peter webbed MJ to his body and took a running start and then leaped onto the nearest building. Taking the rest of the building in jumps and swings he arrived home in a record five minutes. He pulled out the spare key from under the mat and let himself him quietly, gently breaking the webbing holding MJ to him and switching her to a more comfortable position. He glanced down at her face and smiled. She hadn't even stirred.
He made his way up the stairs, checked in on his Uncle and Aunt who were both fast asleep as well and then headed to MJ's room to put her in bed.
He once again switched her to one arm, pulled back the covers and tenderly laid her down in the bed. He then pulled the covers back up to her chin and for a moment just stared down at her face.
He had known he had loved her. He had known it for a long time. He had just never known how much. How worried he was when he thought something had happened to her, how angry he got at the person who took her from him and wished to do his beautiful Mary Jane harm, how relieved he was to see her smile at him again. It made him... feel... like everything was worth it. All the pain he went through was worth it, just to see her smile at him like that. To remind him on how much he loved her.
Granted he would never, never wish anything like that to ever happen again, but in a way... he was a bit relieved, because it really showed him how much he loved and cared about Mary Jane Watson. How much of his heart truly belonged to her... All of it.
Peter gulped slightly and gently put his hand on MJ's cheek. Unconsciously she snuggled down deeper into the pillow and reached up to grab his hand. Rather than break her soft hold on his hand, Peter brought her hand down gently and then laid down on the floor, next to the bed with his hand still connected to his sleep finally found him.
An hour later Peter woke with a start at Mary Jane's strangled cry. He immediately pushed himself up with just his fingertips and looked over at MJ in the bed. She was tossing and turning, crying slightly and letting loose a soft whimper.
"Oh MJ..." Peter whispered softly. He lifted her gently out of the tangles of the covers she had made in the midst of her nightmare and pulled her to him stroking her hair.
"Mary Jane, wake up, wake up"
Apparently still in her dream she let out another scream and punched his chest, pushing him away from her.
"No! No! No Kevin! Stop!" She let out the last word as a pleading sob and kept punching him.
"Mary Jane!" He gently shook her shoulders. "MJ? MJ it's me, Peter."
She slowly opened her eyes and looked around, confused for a moment before the fog began to lift and she threw her arms around him, still crying.
"It's okay, it's okay." He soothingly rubbed her back and held her against him, each of her sobs a knife to his heart.
Finally she pulled back, her eyes red.
"I'm sorry... I don't know what..." She tried to struggle out of his arms and she turned away, embarrassed.
"Hey..." With a trembling finger Peter turned her red face back towards him.
"You can't tell me you're embarrassed Mary Jane... After what you've been through? This is so normal it isn't even funny."
She sniffed and with his thumb he gently wiped the tears from her eyes.
Without another word he wrapped his arms around her, wondering how even at five in the morning and crying her heart out she still was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She kissed his neck and then pulled away.
"I didn't get to say thank you Peter. You... saved my life."
He smiled at her.
"I didn't do that much, I think you were holding him off pretty well, or well by the way you fought me when you were still dreaming I can at least guess you fought him off pretty well."
"Oh Peter, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"
He lifted up his shirt to show her his perfectly smooth chest and stomach.
"Not a scratch."
She grinned at him.
"No... no I think I see one."
He quizzically looked down at his unscratched chest.
"What are you talk-" He broke off and gasped when she lightly ran her fingers over his chest.
She leaned down and kissed a line across his stomach and then came back up, one hand in his soft hair and the other under his shirt, over his heart.
He knew she could feel his heartbeat quicken and his breath come more rapidly.
"You're... not... playing...fair."
She leaned closer to him.
"Do you want me to stop?" She ran her fingers though his hair and kissed him.
"No!" He said quickly before blushing.
She pulled him close to her and leaned her back against his chest.
He put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
"Thank you Peter..."
"For what?"
"I... I'm not really sure exactly, just... everything. For finding me tonight, for saving me, for staying with me but sleeping on the floor to not make me feel pressured... for holding me after I have a stupid nightmare and not laughing when I cry... Just... thank you."
"Aww MJ, don't you know that I should be the one thanking you? For being so nice to someone everybody else laughed at? For giving the school nerd a chance?"
She smiled and then snuggled into his arms.
"I think it's safe to leave it at the fact that I love you very much."
"I love you too."
"I don't think I'll be able to fall back asleep Tiger, want to go watch some TV with me or something?"
"Sounds good to me,"
They walked across the hallway and down the stairs to the battered couch.
MJ flicked on the TV, channel surfing until she found some old I Love Lucy reruns and they both got comfortable on the couch and watched in content.
A few minutes in Peter glanced down at MJ, who was lying next to him.
"Hey MJ?"
"Yeah?"
"I just wanted to say that you..." He blushed and finally stammered out the rest. "You look really beautiful right now."
MJ looked down at her rumpled clothes that she had had on for the past 24 hours.
She looked him in the eye, trying to detect any glint of sarcasm or teasing but instead she only saw him blushing.
"Peter you know I've had these same stupid clothes on for the past day right?"
"I know, I know, but I'm serious. You look beautiful."
"You know you don't look half bad either Mr. Parker."
He glanced down at the colorful red and blue outfit he was wearing and gave her a look.
"I'm serious too Pete." She turned off the TV and stood up.
"Do you want to dance with me? We never really got a chance to finish our last dance at Sarah's party."
He groaned and winced, remembering that night. Then he looked up to the beautiful red head girl who he had loved since he was six who was asking him, him to dance with her.
"I'm not very good." He managed to get out as MJ helped pull him up.
"On the contrary, Peter Parker..." She put her hand on his shoulder, and closed her other hand in his, smiling as he pulled her towards him.
They slowly moved to nonexistent music, sometimes kissing, other times content with just holding on to each other.
They were both blissfully closing their eyes when a voice made them both jump.
"Thank goodness you two are alright!"
MJ and Peter jumped apart and smiled at Aunt May as she came down the stairs.
"Hey Aunt May" His voice, deepened by the recent closeness of MJ squeaked, reminding him of his junior high days and he shuddered while MJ held in a laugh at his voice.
"Now what's this hey young man? How do you properly greet someone?"
Peter shuffled his feet and stared at the ground, feeling six years old again.
"Hello Aunt May."
He glanced up to see Aunt May smiling at him and then she pulled him into a tight hug.
"I'm just kidding you crazy boy! I know times have changed and 'hey' is a perfectly acceptable greeting." Aunt May then pulled Mary Jane into the hug and held them both.
Over his aunt's shoulder Peter could see Mary Jane's face and he knew she was being as tightly held as he was.
Laughing slightly Mary Jane gave him a smile and then they both pulled away from the tight embrace.
Aunt May sniffed and held them at arms length.
"Oh when I think about that man who took you Mary Jane, why I feel like... hitting something."
Peter raised his eyebrows at MJ when Aunt May turned around.
"Would you like to go on a walk with me MJ?"
She smiled and nodded.
"Okay, Aunt May? We're going to go out for a quick walk okay?"
"That's fine dear."
"Thanks, and I love you" Peter kissed his aunt on the cheek and then grabbed MJ's hand and pulled her to the door.
"Oh yeah MJ, grab your coat, I want to show you something."
"Okay" MJ grabbed her coat and Peter's and they walked outside, inhaling sharply as the cold hit them.
"What do you want to show me?"
He smiled. "It's over here come on." He pulled her towards a fifteen story building.
"What...?" MJ looked at the sign on the building.
"Wilkins Law Offices?"
"No, no it's this, come here." They went around to the back where it was empty and Peter grabbed Mary Jane's hand, looking at her seriously.
"Do you trust me?"
"Of course."
"Promise?"
"Yeah... Peter, what's up?"
He grinned at her and then wrapped his arm tightly around her waist.
"Peter what are you- AHHHH!" Mary Jane screamed as she felt herself being lifted up the side of the building.
She held on tightly to Peter as the buildings around her grew shorter as she flew high in the air.
Peter finally landed on the top and gently released her, although she didn't release the grip on his arms.
"That...was... whoa."
"Like it? You were flying over here last night too, but you were fast asleep."
He gave her an endearing smile.
"Like it?! That was the best thrill of my life! Your webbing can do that?"
"Yup."
"This is incredible..." She breathed, looking over the side.
"MJ?"
"Yeah Pete?"
"Do you want to know what the best thrill of my life is?"
She stared at him and nodded wordlessly, noticing his eyes were a deeper blue at that moment than she had ever seen them.
"This is."
He pulled her towards him and kissed her gently at first and finally ending in the most passionate kiss they had shared yet.
When the finally pulled apart MJ gave him a devious grin.
"I think I might have to revise my 'best thrill' list too."
The End
It's... over... no!!! I hoped you guys enjoyed this as much as I did writing it, (my other sappy author's note is in the last chapter : ) ) And to a sequel, I might seriously consider it, possibly, but not right now. Right now I think I'll put out a couple of one shots and short fics and then hopefully the right mood will hit and a reasonable plot will come smack me in the face and I can maybe write more. Anyways I can't believe this has gotten almost 200 reviews... You guys are incredible and I definitely don't deserve this! But... thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!
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