Peter stopped walking as he noticed MJ was slowing to a snail's pace of movement, looking to the side he noticed they were almost at the cinema. Mary Jane looked up at the sky, the chilling wind licking her neck with ice as her gaze was sent skywards. A singular droplet of liquid landed on her forehead, bursting, and its bulk trickling down her nose to the tip. Moving her head down it dropped to her top lip, and instinctively the bottom lip came up to capture it. Peter had taken in the journey of the raindrop, and was full of envy. Her head slowly descended back to his face, and she smiled shyly as she saw how he was looking at her, the taught lips of the redhead conveying genuine happiness at his awe.
Soon to follow suit, the cloud began to leak steadily, and Mary Jane's eyes opened sharply as she thought about how she would look wet. Last time she had been with a guy in the rain was… well it was hardly the same; he was upside down and all… but anyway. She wondered if Peter would appreciate her with wet hair, or if she had better move quickly to avoid it. To her it wasn't a choice, it was a chance to impress upon the man she was with just how much he was missing by not being with her, to be blunt, make him want her more.
"So are we going to sand out in the rain or go and see that movie you were going on about practically all last month?" Last month? Peter thought and counted, it brought home just how long he had tried not to see her. Time without her dragged, it was thick with boredom and the aching for somebody's presence, their scent… And then he thought about how he had really wanted to see the film in question, but its first day had sold out.
"I think we'll have to wait until tomorrow, it's sold out today" he stated, and she raised an eyebrow at the drifting tone of the final words.
"What?"
He was speechless, stealing his words was the dripping strands of hair on her face, the moist lips she caressed his ears with, dear god…
"Hey, Hey!" She laughed, flicking her hair from her face, the increasing rain allowing her another disguised moment of incentive. Gripping his hand more she dragged him underneath a small porch, just as the heaven's let rip with heavy down pour. The small cover from the savage onslaught pressing her to the wall, his back to the storm, and their bodies together in a way that crashed Peter's brain like a computer. MJ herself hadn't planned on it, and was having an exceptionally hard time dealing with his form all over her.
Seconds passed like hours as she looked to his eyes, the look of outlandish fear and the look that one gets when you attain something you've dreamed of, reverence like that of somebody gazing at an angel. She remembered were they where and slid her hand down to her pocket, the contact with him making her dizzy. Pulling the tickets out in the few inches of space between their faces she broke the dream state they both were lost deeply within.
"Guess who booked ahead" She tried her best to smile, but the way his eyes twinkled at her made sure it wasn't quite as easy. Her mind was unable to comprehend fully, spinning.
"We're…gonna be… late", the words slipping from her tongue.
Slowly he pulled away, back into the hard rain. She smiled and jogged gleefully to the canopy of the cinema entrance, turning on her heels she enticed him to join her. He was stood taking the full beating of the rain, drenched for the second time that night, untrusting of his legs he made his way to her, coming in from the cold.
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