He was walking right next to her, and she couldn't help put keep letting her eyes slip to his form, letting her breath be stolen by every movement and action that most people took fore granted, running his tongue over his dry lips, his little blush and shy smirk, the twinkle in his eyes when he looked back and saw her whip her eyes away and run her hand through her hair nervously. It was times like this that she forgot he had shot her down so many times, forgot the tears, forgot her life.
The sidewalk blurred past as they walked leisurely, both not caring for the destination, Peter not knowing where it is and Mary Jane too lost in him to care. She couldn't focus on anything, and then his hand brushed past hers. She breathed out sharply, his touch like fire, it was hot and warmed her all over, burning her in an indescribable way, she swore he felt it too. Yet also like fire it hurt, she couldn't take the fact that these little things were all she got from him, but she had planned tonight to take more, to show him that he was the one for her, the only one who could ever almost kill her with the brush of his fingers, she had to try, praying to god that what she was about to do wouldn't backfire in her face.
His hand swung by hers again, and she felt him tense when the flow of his arm was stopped by hers, her wrist stopping his arm dead as the walked. His arm was rock solid, at any other time she might have taken a more intimate notice of his toned anatomy, but she ran a soft finger down from where she had made the initial contact, and they continued to walk, she didn't look at him this time, for fear of what she might see.
Tracing delicately to his palm she ever so softly slipped her hand into his, and the continued down the pathway, completely and blissfully oblivious to anything else, the world in their hands. She was burning up, her hand was in his, and yet that was it. He hadn't pulled away, hadn't told her no, but he hadn't moved at all, she wasn't sure if it was a cold brisk wave or air or the sheer nervous state which his inaction had brought on, but her hand started to shake slightly, and her hopes began to fade, which is when she felt her tremors quashed.
His fingers wrapped around her hand as she swallowed and looked at him out the corner of her eye since she had instigated the hand merging. There was an unspoken treaty to not directly acknowledge what was happening, but as their hands melted together she was overwhelmed with it all, the fact that nothing had gone wrong yet, that he actually seemed to be on the same wave length as her, reciprocating her affection, it was almost too good to be true. She tried her best to commit the feeling of his touch to memory, fearing she might lose it any second, that she might wake up.
What happen next she did not believe.
>>>Amazingly short I know, but I wanted to post it anyways, kinda to see if I still have an audience after the festive period! Shameless plug of my Dark Angel fic, and I hope you all had a good time! Please let me know your still out there and I will return oh so very shortly!
