Peter awoke to the smell of Mary Jane's hair: sweet like raspberries yet
spicy like the smell of sex and sweat, absolutely indescribably perfect in
Peter's mind. M.J. had her back nestled up against his chest and he had
his arms around her, protectively.
The morning light pierced the room, making it a bright golden color, leaving it feeling salubrious and fresh when the cool breeze was added to the radiance.
Peter kissed her shoulder blade, but regretted in doing so because he woke her. Her hands caressed his arms he had around her, and then pivoted in them to face him.
"Good morning," Mary Jane said in a very weak voice.
"Morning," Peter whispered before taking her lips to his, but after succumbing herself to his lips, her hand made quick way to her mouth to cover them. A vulgar and crude taste bit through M.J's entire system, gnawing on her stomach and throat.
Mary Jane's eyes shot open in…terror, shock? Peter could not tell but he asked immediately, "What's wrong?"
She didn't answer but shuffled out from under the covers and stumbled to the bathroom, throwing her dinner into the porcelain structure.
Peter made quick way to the bathroom door, only to find her curled in the corner near the toilet, tears cascading down her face.
"I-I can't," she choked, huddling her legs into her arms trying to cover her naked form.
Peter grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his still naked lower half before he got one for M.J., covering it over her to comfort her after her pitiful attempt to conceal herself from his ever-respectful eyes.
"It's my entire fault," he knelt down, trying to look her in the eyes, "I didn't use a condom, it was just spur of the moment."
His quick explanation got through to her but she didn't accept because she didn't want to blame him, "No Peter, it's not." She looked up, starred straight into him and violently wiped away tears. "I was on the pill," she took a deep breath, "It was supposed to work." She paused then dug her nails into her knees, and screamed like a schizophrenic desperately trying to prove the point that their not crazy, "IT WAS SUPPOSED TO WORK!"
Peter bowed his head after she tore herself from the blood-curdling scream back to crying. He thought for a long, hard moment for anything that could bring Mary Jane out of this paroxysm of overwhelming emotions and blame she put on herself. "M.J…." he halted, gathering his thoughts and placing them into words, "We don't even know if it's for sure…some women have morning sickness no matter if they're pregnant or not."
His words made sense to her. "But," she took a deep breath, "What if I am?"
"Wait," Peter said reassuringly, placing his hands on her shoulders, "We could test you, but nothing will come up clearly for like a week."
Mary Jane's face contorted curiously, "How do you know all this?"
"Weren't you paying attention to Sex Ed?"
M.J. gave a faint smile then her face twisted into deep thought, mingling up a question she didn't want to know the answer to, "What if I am pregnant, Peter?"
The morning light pierced the room, making it a bright golden color, leaving it feeling salubrious and fresh when the cool breeze was added to the radiance.
Peter kissed her shoulder blade, but regretted in doing so because he woke her. Her hands caressed his arms he had around her, and then pivoted in them to face him.
"Good morning," Mary Jane said in a very weak voice.
"Morning," Peter whispered before taking her lips to his, but after succumbing herself to his lips, her hand made quick way to her mouth to cover them. A vulgar and crude taste bit through M.J's entire system, gnawing on her stomach and throat.
Mary Jane's eyes shot open in…terror, shock? Peter could not tell but he asked immediately, "What's wrong?"
She didn't answer but shuffled out from under the covers and stumbled to the bathroom, throwing her dinner into the porcelain structure.
Peter made quick way to the bathroom door, only to find her curled in the corner near the toilet, tears cascading down her face.
"I-I can't," she choked, huddling her legs into her arms trying to cover her naked form.
Peter grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his still naked lower half before he got one for M.J., covering it over her to comfort her after her pitiful attempt to conceal herself from his ever-respectful eyes.
"It's my entire fault," he knelt down, trying to look her in the eyes, "I didn't use a condom, it was just spur of the moment."
His quick explanation got through to her but she didn't accept because she didn't want to blame him, "No Peter, it's not." She looked up, starred straight into him and violently wiped away tears. "I was on the pill," she took a deep breath, "It was supposed to work." She paused then dug her nails into her knees, and screamed like a schizophrenic desperately trying to prove the point that their not crazy, "IT WAS SUPPOSED TO WORK!"
Peter bowed his head after she tore herself from the blood-curdling scream back to crying. He thought for a long, hard moment for anything that could bring Mary Jane out of this paroxysm of overwhelming emotions and blame she put on herself. "M.J…." he halted, gathering his thoughts and placing them into words, "We don't even know if it's for sure…some women have morning sickness no matter if they're pregnant or not."
His words made sense to her. "But," she took a deep breath, "What if I am?"
"Wait," Peter said reassuringly, placing his hands on her shoulders, "We could test you, but nothing will come up clearly for like a week."
Mary Jane's face contorted curiously, "How do you know all this?"
"Weren't you paying attention to Sex Ed?"
M.J. gave a faint smile then her face twisted into deep thought, mingling up a question she didn't want to know the answer to, "What if I am pregnant, Peter?"