May Jane jogged slightly to catch up with Peter who was almost at the corner of the street already. He had speed down the street after exiting the club, and she thought she knew why.

"Pete, Pete wait up" She called, and noticed him turn to look at her. He looked stern, but introverted.

"Pete what's wrong?" She asked as she reached him, standing close she looked into his eyes and wasn't sure what was looking back at her.

"I'm sorry about that MJ. I know that he was just trying to talk to you and all" Peter said quietly.

He was beating himself up about defending himself? "Peter the jerk deserved it, I'm proud of you for standing up to him, saved me the sore hand from knocking him into next week myself!" She smiled broadly at him, and just like always between them she saw his eyes regain their shy sparkle and he smirked himself

"What did you do exactly?" MJ asked curiously. Peter wasn't half as big as Kent, and yet he made him squeal like a pig with only one hand.

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Peter's mind was running in circles. Crap Crap Crap! Think! "It's a trick Harry taught me" he brushed off, then quickly changing the subject. "Where to now then?" He asked, trying to keep his breathing steady, due to her proximity he was beginning to get hot under the collar. Good God she's gorgeous…

MJ noticed how he was starting to blush, his breathing slightly ragged and his eyes wandering from her own, without thinking she took advantage of the situation. Leaning into him she crept her mouth up to his ear, taking special care to let her breath dance across the skin of his neck. "How far would you go with me?" She whispered softly but mischievously to him, her voice soft yet dangerous.

His eyes slowly opened into a mute stare of disbelief, he had only asked which location hadn't he? He couldn't remember! It was only 5 seconds ago! Get a grip!

Pulling away sharply she didn't give him time to argue or even remember how to walk before she continued down the pavement in the direction of the cinema. She looked over her shoulder at him and when he simply looked back at her she stopped.

He stood there, his old coat soaked, his hair dripping wet and his jeans faded, shoes scuffed and worn. Their eyes locked on each other not ten feet away and she knew it was moments like this that had convinced her that the drenched man looking at her with such awe and now a slight hint of feral desire was the only man she could ever love as such as she did. He was beyond words, nothing could be used to describe how he made her feel, what was pulsing inside her body as he slowly began to progress towards her.

"This way Pete, I know where we're going" she giggled at his look of sheer ignorance to his present surroundings. He was out of it, and she hadn't even touched him. Inside the fireworks were flying as she yet again confirmed her effect on him was just as powerful if not more. So far so good she thought, turning to walk side by side with him they continued towards the cinema, Peter drifting in and out of coherent thought as his senses picked up her perfume, the way her hair floated in the breeze and the awkward moments when his and her hand hit together as they walked was almost too hard to resist giving in.

The scene with Kent had been immensely satisfying, yet he still felt that he had abused his powers somewhat, but like MJ had said, he deserved it.

He was feeling almost drunk on her, forgetting himself and he didn't want it to stop. She looked different tonight. Confident and vibrant, the small little glances between the two had set him alight, and tonight, he was just going to let it burn.

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Hey guys, thanks for the ace reviews! I'm gonna keep on knocking it out in smaller parts, which I know is teasing but at least I won't need a break like I did with my epic Dark Angel fic (Which Im starting part two! Go me!) Please let me know what you think!