Flight and Fullfillment

It is hard to say how I managed to normally survive the next days and weeks. Peter actually moved to our place with all his possessions (which were not many). He occupied the same room he had slept in that night. I gifted him with the baby-seal-slippers for I knew how he liked them. When he thanked me I was considering how I would function normally with the consciousness he was there beyond the wall.

Yet it proved to be not so difficult. I left in the morning for my work and Peter for his . He usually came back in the evening and during supper we could talk about our everyday businesses. Later he sometimes sat with us in the living room watching TV, often however he would go upstairs to learn.

We knew yet that not always he spent the whole time over books. Many a time we could hear a silent tap of the window being closed – the sign that our co-habitant just started his second life.

We tried to take it normally as if he went to work for another shift. However when I lay in my bed I could not fall asleep until I again heard the familiar tap. Then I was sure Peter came home and was safe. To say the truth since defeating Doc Ock there had not happened anything particularly dangerous in the city, yet I could not overcome my anxiety.

This might be what his wife would feel ' – I thought and realized that that woman's everyday life would look similar to mine. Still I ate breakfast with him, I thought what he was doing during the day, I talked to him in the evening, trembled for him in the night...

'What are you imagining, stupid. He simply lives with you and treats you like a friend and probably he sights in secret to some lovely student.'

I started wondering if really I would be for Peter an appropriate partner to serious talks. For exampe I was completly ignorant at physics. Once I also had dreamt of studying (art, most preferably) but I knew my father could not afford it. I went to work at the florist's only for a while yet then I started really likng this job. Only it consumed my whole days so it would be hard to additionally find a moment for learning.

One evening I was sitting in my room and trying to create in Photoshop a project of the florist's new decoration. And suddenly I felt that someone was staring at me. I turned my head and saw Peter looking with curiosity at my computer.

-Oh boy, you are so wise. I've always wanted to learn computer designing for I could use it in processing the photos yet I've never had a computer.

I felt sorry for him, yet I thougt we at last had some topic for discussion.

-I can teach you -I proposed apparenty carelessly- Fetch some photo, we try at once.

Peter went out to his room and I was wondering wether I would be able to explain to him everything in a proper way. Still Photoshop was a very complicated program. But such an exact mind and moreover a photographer should copy with it.

At the sight of his photos I got awe-inspired. There was mainly nature in them: trees adorned with colourful leaves, a squirrell with a nut in its paws, birds flushing for a flight...

-Do you like them? –asked Peter unsurely. –My editor-in-chief says they are stupid.

-What an idiot! – I got angry. –They are beautifull and all of you is seen in them.

I wanted to say 'all your subtlety' but I did not want to make him feel ashamed again.

-Now I am going to show you how to process them – I offered. – And have ever you thought of exhibiting them somewhere?

-I'd love to but I have no money for renting a space and advertising.

-We might do it in our florist shop. I've got a cool she-boss; she surely agrees.

-Really?- Peter's face brightened – so I will show you something more.

And he showed me New York bird's-eye-view shots.

-I like to sometimes take pictures in flight. The views are so breathtaking that it's a pity not to record them.

-It must be amazing to fly like that.

-Do you want to try it yourself?

-Wait, what are you talking about?

-Maybe you'd like to fly with me? I've thought many a time it would be nice to have a company then.

I could not believe my ears. He wanted me to acompany him on his night trips. Did I mean something to him, after all? Yet maybe he just wanted to be kind? No, it had to be something more, he invited me to his secret world.

-But how is that possible?- I was able to ask at last. – I am not a... you know what.

-Doesn't matter. I will tie you up to me with my web and we'll fly together. Dress warmly and come to my room in a while.

I run upstairs and dressed in jeans and a warm sweater. I tried to convince myself that I was only happy with the perspective of a wonderful adventure but I knew I really was happy at spending time with Peter.

When I knocked at his door he was already standing there dressed in his red costume. He had only no mask on his face so I could again observe his shy smile.

-Are you ready? – he asked.

I nodded. Peter put on the mask, opened the window and said:

-Let's stand on the sill. Don't be afraid, I will be holding you tight.

There came the blow of the fall's wind through the window yet I was hot as on a summer's day. The vincinity of Peter caused it, who stood behind me and held me so very tight that I could exactly feel his tense muscles.

He bound me to him with his web in my waist and knotted it strong.

-This thread looks thin but actually is very powerful – he told me in a matter-of –fact tone.

I tried all the time to talk into myself that he behaved just professionally like a sport-coach checking the quality of the equipment. In my subconsciousness yet I hoped his self-control was as artificial as mine.

-So look out! – shouted Peter and shot a web to the top of the opposite building. It glided in ideal arch, tense and shining in the moonlight.

Peter checked once more on its resistance.

-Now we jump!

We took off the sill and jumped in the darkness of the night.

A crazy speed took me, the city lights were spinning before my eyes in a bewildering speed, the blow oft he wing was carrying me forth. I now felt Peter's being near even more, what at once aroused me and gave the feeling of safety.

When we landed on some roof, Peter asked:

-How did you like it?

-Amazing! It is hard to tell even! Thank you to take me with you.

-I know how you feel because I remeber my flying for the first time.

-You must have been a small child then?

-No, it was two years ago. I wasn't born Spiderman, I became him two years ago when I was bitten by a genatically modified spider on the school trip to the laboratory.

Now Peter seemed even closer to me. So he was an ordinary boy who had had to copy with an unusual situation.

-Was it hard to get used to it? – I asked.

He pondered for a while over the answer.

-It depended. At first I just enjoyed new possibilities: flying, wall-crawling, sight improvement for I had worn glasses before. I got also some incredible spider-sense that let me foresee the danger for some seconds earlier. It was all fun and let me earn some money. Yet then...

He paused and I understood he recollected something painful. I felt a great pity to have made him remeber this.

After a while he finished:

-Then happened something that made me realize that I shall employ my talent in a useful purpose. My uncle was killed by a bandit I let go. It was my uncle who told me that with the great power comes great responsibility.

Among his calm words I felt the story of great suffering and great dillemas. He must have been no more than 18 then and already he had had to face such grave decisions. And along with that he had tried to have normal life: study, work... How one person could copy all these?

Peter seemed to accept his fate, yet I was even afraid to think what he had to cosider while being alone. I so much wanted to be of help to him in such moments.

But perhaps Peter wanted to leave the sad memories behind for he asked in an apparent merry voice:

-Would you like to look at the Ocean?

I gazed at him suprised.

-We can fly to the Statue of Liberty. I like sitting there and looking at the Ocean's waves shining in the moon.

I agreed at once not only because I myself wanted to see this. I knew that thinking about this place was pleasant for Peter.

In a while we were again rushing among the skyscrapers of New York. Peter must have had a good fun for time after time he would shout 'woohoo' in what he a bit resembled my father.

Afer we actually were sitting on the torch of the Statue of Liberty and listening to the murmur of the waves beating against the land. I recollected an old proverb that a true friend may became this with whom we can spend an hour silent without boredom.

-You know what - Peter spoke at last. – I am a little hungry.

-You want to go back home? – I asked anxious.

-I've got another idea. We will land for while on the ground and buy a take-away food and then we make a picnic on some roof with a beautiful sight.

-It means, I have to buy the food for you wouldn't be let go.

He smiled.

-I just thought so.

We flew to the ground and landed in a small lane.

-I will be waiting here for you. Will be observing you from distance so you be safe.

I went to the nearby KFC and bought 2 big bags away. I felt strange among all those people. It seemed to me thay all knew about my trip with Spidrman and would in a moment start asking about that. In a second we were again in the air.

-Now hold tight! – Peter shouted suddenly.

Before I even managed to ask a quetion I was upside down. I screamed and dropped the bags.

-Easy!

Peter turned me again in the proper position and shot a web with which he caught the falling bags.

-Sorry to scare you – he tried to apologize. –I wanted to show you how incredible all that acrobatics is. Maybe you now want to rest, we will sit somewhere.

We landed on a roof and unpacked the bags. And we had our supper consisting of chicken wings, frites, salad and coca-cola.

-I used to stand in front of that theatre once – Peter pointed at the brilliantly lit big building.

-Wished to be an actor?

-No, I was in love with some actress. She was at school with me and I ever liked her.

I felt the prick of jelousy but I asked calmly:

-And what?

-Her name was Mary Jane – Peter was telling. – She was very pretty and kept on dating with another boy time after time. In one moment I even thought she liked me. We had a date several times but she kept on being cross with me very often and we could not get along. I was so much stressed by it that I broke down. I did not know what to do with my life, my spider-senses would even fail. I even wanted to be Spiderman no more and threw my costume to the garbage.

I felt so sorry for him that I could not stand it any longer. I came closer and held him very tight. I could feel the fast and uneasy beating of his heart. He lay his head on my shoulder and sighed.

-I am sorry to went to pieces like that. Perhaps you aren't even interested.

-But why, I am happy you trust me so much.

-I don't know why but I feel with you as good as with no one else. With Mary Jane I always feared to say or do something improper.

I was extremely curious how it ended but I did not dare to ask. Maybe he still loved her?

Peter conceived he should finish his story.

-Eventually my aunt knocked this Mary Jane out of my head. When I once visited her she said something what let me undertake right decisions. At once I felt relieved in my soul and could copy all these again.

-And your aunt, does she know who you are?

-We've never talked about it but I think she has guessed long time ago.

-It must be a wonderful person.

-If you want to meet her, we will go there together. Maybe the next Sunday, for I am invited for dinner.

I felt a little odd because as who I were to go? The aunt would at once consider me as Peter's girl.

My embarrassment was perhaps obvious because Peter asked:

-Don't you like the idea?

-I like, but... wouldn't your aunt think that I am, you know...

-Wendy I would be happy if she thought so – said Peter quietly and looked at me.

In the look of his blue eyes I read this what I had been dreaming of for so long and what he dared not to express in words. I knew he desperately needed my closeness, my care... simply my love. He was breathing fastly and his open lips were so wet and inviting...

We had to hide anything no more, we could let be taken by that for what we wished the most. We found each other in our the joining of our lips. Peter was kissing me with such devotion as someone very thirsty drinks water. I embraced him by the neck and was stroking his hair wanting him to feel my closeness more strongly. It was only one thing important to me: that I loved him unbeliveably and I would never want to be parted from him.

When we were going home he did not bind me with his web but took me in his arms. We were gliding, holding each other very strong, joining time after time in a kiss. This time I did not looked at the lit city, only he existed for me. His tender, sweet and passionate lips were at last mine after so many days of having admired their beautiful shape in secret.

When we landed on his room's window, Peter lit the lamp and we saw a little black ball curled on the pillow, which cooed gleefully at our sight.

-Hemione, you are waiting here for us!

We sat on the bed and started to pet her together. The kitty turned her white belly up and started purring in delight.

Peter said:

-I have to take off this, as your dad says, crap, because it feels alraedy very uncomfortable.

He left for a moment and when returned he was dresses normally in a t-shirt and tracksuit pants. He sat again on the bed and kept on stroking Hermione.

But the kitty as if understood something and did not want to distrurb us. She stood up, stretched and left.

And I also understood something and was already sure what Peter wanted.

Delicatly I pushed him onto he bed. He was staring at me with his eyes wide open, and there was a great hunger in them.

I began to touch his hair, temples and cheeks and then I tenderly touched his lips with my tongue.

He whispered in a stiffled voice:

-Wendy...

I took off my sweater and remained in a tight shirt. I saw him looking at the shape of my breasts and breathing very deep.

When I was kissing him on the chin and neck there came the first moan from his mouth.

-You are so beutiful – I whispered in awe and pulled up his shirt.

Then he caught me by the hands and said in shame:

-Wendy I have never before...

-Don't be afraid, I will help you.

I pulled off his shirt and noticed his all body was trembling.

I got up and took off my pants.

-I am also uncomfortable in them.

His gaze fell on my hips and he swallowed.

-Easy now – I kissed him below the neck where the collar bone joins the breast bone.

He again moaned softly what aroused me incredibly. I started going lower and lower with my tongue in the direction of his nipples. He gripped my arms a drowning man seeking for rescue.

It was only a beginning and emotions aready were tearing him apart. When I touched his nipples with my lips he began to sob in delight.

-Spidey – I breathed. –I love you so much.

-Wendy, ...like a star – he was able to utter.

When I started massaging his nipples with my tongue I felt from his fingers there came out the spider-claws and sank into my back.

I took off my shirt and sat on him astride. His breath was already spasmatic and his gaze unconsciouss.

I began to pull down his trousers and pants. He was beautiful there and ready. Anyway, ashamed, he tried to shield himself.

-Don't fear yourself- I started to calm him down – You will feel alright in a moment.

-You are marvellous – he said in a muffled voice.

I was kissing him lower and lower on the belly and licking him beneath his naval and then he already was already continuously.

At last there was time for what I desired most. I took his boyhood in my hands and he screamed softly. And there spurted two webs out of his hands. I knew he could not control himself any longer.

He was very much swelled there and as smooth as silk. I parted delicatly his tighs and started tasting his sweetness.

In this moment he was weeping histerically. I recalled how he had been shouting then on the train and I got scared about him.

-Are you ok.? – I asked with care.

-Help me – he whispered.

His arousment reached its climax. I began to lick him even more passionate and he bent into an arch. From his hands there came other two webs. He screamed acutely, when the semen spurted out of him, and then he fell onto the bed, exhausted.

I lay by his side and embraced him strongly. He was now all shaky, defenceless and demanded my care.

I wrapped him in the coverlet for the shivers were running down him. He was crying like a child so I held his head, stroke his hair and spoke:

-It's alright, my love.

When he came to himself a bit and his breath came back to its normal rhythm he said:

-I want to be with you forever.

-I will never leave you – I answered and lay my hand on his heart.

-I am so exhausted- he said under his breath.

-I know, love. Now sleep, you are safe.

And it was how Spiderman became a male.

We were woken up by the light and dad's voice:

-Oh, sorry...

Peter, terrified, sat and mumbled:

-Understand, I have to pack my things?

I was watching them as petrified. Dad was looking seriuos and spoke nothing. After a while, which was an eternity to me, he smiled and answered:

-What are you talking about, boy? You've just became my son.

The next days were like a dream to us. We were really like a married couple now. I usually spent nights in Peter's room, whose love arts were fastly becoming more and more perfect. Only the next night he asked that now he could give me pleasure. Love proved more efficient that the lack of experience. His kisses and caresses were amazing and when I felt him inside me this time I cried with happiness.

But everyday common life joined us even more than sex. We undrstood each other in a half word, we felt flawlesly out thoughts and moods. We had nothing to hide or pretend.

Afternnoons and weekends we spent on long walks and at nights we pleased ourselves with the flights over the city sometimes. Several times I saw Peter in action. He placed me then in a safe place and then returned for me. I was not able to stop being anxious about him although he always came uninjured out of those adventures. Ater coming home I snuggled to him even more tender and passionate.

Peter did not neglect his other duties. He managed very well with his studies and besides we actually organized an exhibition of his photos at our florist'.

It was a great success and the young photographer was labelled an artistic revelation of New York. Peter was a little embarrassed with this noise around him yet he agreed for publishing an album of his photos.

On weekends we sometimes visited his aunt with whom I became a close friend. She told me once she was glad Peter at last had someone who cared for him so much.

My father was also warm-hearted towards us yet he kept on joking as usual. For example he asked if his grandchildren would at once crawl the walls. But I knew he really was fond of Peter and proud of him.