Mary Jane spoke quietly, "I-I…" she sighed as if assembling her words, "I
always knew…that the two men that I loved…were the same person."
"You knew all along?" Peter asked with confusion.
She grinned sheepishly and admitted with a giggle; "Yeah…" she bit her lip trying to hold back the million-watt smile. "I could tell…by the way you kissed me…at the cemetery."
"Oh," Peter said quietly as realization passed over him.
After the moment passed, Peter said, "Are we going to stay like this all night, because like any other hot-blooded male I'm fine and dandy, but it just seems kind of…wrong…sitting here like…this?"
"Well…" she licked Peter's lips, "like any other people, we could go to bed and sleep the rest of the night, or…" she leaned into Peter's chest and hummed in his ear, "we could continue our little activities, perhaps…after a hot…" she grinded once against him, and he groaned, "Steamy…" grinded again, emitting another noise from Peter, "shower." She grinded one last time, loving the feeling of him hardening inside of her like before.
Peter just nodded quickly and stood up with her wrapped around him still.
"That door," she pointed to the door next to the bedroom door. Peter paced over there and kicked open the door. "Don't put me down," she said muzzled against his neck, holding tightly to him, as if never wanting to let go.
Peter flicked on the dimmer-light and put it on to a more romantic level.
Peter glanced around the blood-red painted bathroom that was decorated with golden, opaque scones above golden framed mirror. The shower was designed with black tiles with blood-red grout, matching the walls, which had two shower heads of gold with see-through sliding glass. He observed all this within seconds, thinking the bathroom as dark and mysterious, yet romantic and a complete turn-on.
"I like your bathroom." He said bluntly, nuzzling into her hair after she turned in his arms to turn on the hot water.
"Thanks," she said as she tilting her head to his, taking his lips as he stepped into the rather large shower. M.J. didn't break from the kiss, but untangled herself from Peter's lower half, sliding off of him.
The water poured down on both their forms, drenching their hair. They broke their kiss but still had each other's arms around each other. They placed their foreheads together as they caught their breaths. Peter trembled in M.J's arms, his body overwhelmed at all that it had experienced that night. Lost for words and lost in her beauty, he wasn't talking…at all, she tilting her head and asked, "Why so tense?" She took his hand and took a finger into her mouth. He came back from her beauty and wrapped an arm around her waist and slanted his head down to suckle on her ear.
Mary Jane's free hand came down and found his rather erect member. He groaned and when she applied more pressure, he thrust into her hand. His hand that she was working on fell and traveled down to her tight bottom. Peter clenched it, making her rub up against him.
After a steamy shower, they found themselves in the bed, in each other's arms, deep in sleep.
Before that night, Peter had never understood the meaning of being exciting and terrified at the same time when looking into Mary Jane's eyes. He had said that he couldn't explain the many emotions he felt when around her, and he knew he couldn't say that he loved her because of what might happen…but now he knew the truth: that he was more than a friend and he had more to offer her than that: enduring, eternal, everlasting…love.
The End
"You knew all along?" Peter asked with confusion.
She grinned sheepishly and admitted with a giggle; "Yeah…" she bit her lip trying to hold back the million-watt smile. "I could tell…by the way you kissed me…at the cemetery."
"Oh," Peter said quietly as realization passed over him.
After the moment passed, Peter said, "Are we going to stay like this all night, because like any other hot-blooded male I'm fine and dandy, but it just seems kind of…wrong…sitting here like…this?"
"Well…" she licked Peter's lips, "like any other people, we could go to bed and sleep the rest of the night, or…" she leaned into Peter's chest and hummed in his ear, "we could continue our little activities, perhaps…after a hot…" she grinded once against him, and he groaned, "Steamy…" grinded again, emitting another noise from Peter, "shower." She grinded one last time, loving the feeling of him hardening inside of her like before.
Peter just nodded quickly and stood up with her wrapped around him still.
"That door," she pointed to the door next to the bedroom door. Peter paced over there and kicked open the door. "Don't put me down," she said muzzled against his neck, holding tightly to him, as if never wanting to let go.
Peter flicked on the dimmer-light and put it on to a more romantic level.
Peter glanced around the blood-red painted bathroom that was decorated with golden, opaque scones above golden framed mirror. The shower was designed with black tiles with blood-red grout, matching the walls, which had two shower heads of gold with see-through sliding glass. He observed all this within seconds, thinking the bathroom as dark and mysterious, yet romantic and a complete turn-on.
"I like your bathroom." He said bluntly, nuzzling into her hair after she turned in his arms to turn on the hot water.
"Thanks," she said as she tilting her head to his, taking his lips as he stepped into the rather large shower. M.J. didn't break from the kiss, but untangled herself from Peter's lower half, sliding off of him.
The water poured down on both their forms, drenching their hair. They broke their kiss but still had each other's arms around each other. They placed their foreheads together as they caught their breaths. Peter trembled in M.J's arms, his body overwhelmed at all that it had experienced that night. Lost for words and lost in her beauty, he wasn't talking…at all, she tilting her head and asked, "Why so tense?" She took his hand and took a finger into her mouth. He came back from her beauty and wrapped an arm around her waist and slanted his head down to suckle on her ear.
Mary Jane's free hand came down and found his rather erect member. He groaned and when she applied more pressure, he thrust into her hand. His hand that she was working on fell and traveled down to her tight bottom. Peter clenched it, making her rub up against him.
After a steamy shower, they found themselves in the bed, in each other's arms, deep in sleep.
Before that night, Peter had never understood the meaning of being exciting and terrified at the same time when looking into Mary Jane's eyes. He had said that he couldn't explain the many emotions he felt when around her, and he knew he couldn't say that he loved her because of what might happen…but now he knew the truth: that he was more than a friend and he had more to offer her than that: enduring, eternal, everlasting…love.
The End