Votes were as follows:
Night Club: 0
Quiet Bar: 1
Coffee Shop: 3
New York descended into the night, the natural black being contested by the countless illuminations of people whom would not fade with the sun. This day was dying, reeling in the last throws of it consciousness, and Peter felt this as he followed her. She of vibrant life, blazing a trail before his eyes, something about the juxtaposition made him drowsy, slightly beaten by the clash. She was so alive, as everything else died around her, dragging his with force from the deepening black descending around him, subtle lights blurred in his eyes as he registered her stopping.
"Peter you okay?" She asked smiling brightly at him, that smile that he had always thought she had reserved for Flash or Harry, but this time it seemed honest, genuine.
"Yeah I'm fine. Erm, where are we going exactly?" He found the opportunity and went for it; he had learned quickly as Spiderman that surprises were a bad thing.
The gap of only about 5 feet closed slowly as she advanced on his stationary stance, her eyes on the pavement as he watched her approach. Not being able to see her eyes he couldn't gauge her intentions, and had a slight inkling that was one of them. He stood with a motionless admiration of her, everything his eyes could take in was swamping his mind which was induced with her every curve, movement, detail. The way she walked, how her hair danced softly in the breeze, small and often insignificant things are those that leave an impression.
She wasn't stopping, and yet Peter wasn't moving. He had already surrendered all resistance to her, he just wondered if she knew. MJ had always been able to tell what he was thinking, sense when he wasn't telling her the truth and it often worked impeccably, but this wasn't something he was hiding, or something he was consciously distracted by, it was more of a decision, a place he had been and left. It was doubtful, but he had seen stranger things.
She was so close she was physically touching him when she stopped, and then raised her head to look straight through his eyes, past the blue and into the shining gold of his soul. She didn't say anything for what was only a few seconds, but it was long enough for Peter to burn the image into his mind for remembrance.
"Don't you trust me?" She cooed up at him, words melting in his ears.
"I'm not sure" he said simply, the answer was received and then acknowledged with a look of mocking shock. She knew he didn't mean it, but cat and mouse was one of their pet games, and the routine was effortless.
"Really? Whatever can I do to convince you that my motives are sincere?" She asked slyly, smirking at him as she spoke, stray twines of hair decorating her face much to Peter's admiration. This game was one were all the cards where in play, everything was open and the ace took all. One foul move could lose the match.
The stakes were raised and she had met him. "I'm sure you can think of something" He smirked back, and suddenly his hands felt very awkwardly dead. Being so close they dragged like dead weights at his side, he knew what he should do with them but it was a matter of when. His King had matched her Queen, but she had a twinkle in her eye.
"Indeed I can, but I'm not sure you would approve" She was now not sure, playing a possible losing hand, but was going for broke none the less.
"Try me" He said simply, his smile instilled confidence, his eyes instilling a strong feeling of safety and a reassurance that just like any other time, he would never let her hit the ground. Joker on the table, not far from the set.
Her right hand crept like a moth to his chest, winging softly to his shoulder. Peters breathing was leaving its regular path, MJ's heart was quickening as the flame grew closer, and her hand scorching his flesh as it drew across the back of his neck. Neither of them were thinking, time had delayed this moment too long to ruin it with thought, only overwhelming emotions existed, Fear, joy, and a burning lust that Mary Jane had never known before. Of all the men she had ever known she had never burned with passion for them, and as she leaned in her eyes fluttered shut and her very being was electrified, every single hair loaded with sense, ever part of her body on red alert.
Tentatively her lip brushed his, and she almost exploded. Pulling back only an inch or so she was not sure weather or not to question Peter's willingness to continue, or to just hope the almost inevitable rejection wouldn't come. Upon feeling the firm hands around her waist she lost it. Almost simultaneously Peter couldn't take the teasing, he could taste her, felt his breath ragged, hers on his lips. The next kiss was a fiery attempt to devour each other, to become as possibly close on a sidewalk as is legally possible. Upo a desperate need to breath they pulled apart, MJ's hand clawing at his chest as she panted against it.
"Wow…"she whispered just enough for him to hear, his hands held her tightly to him.
"Ok, so are you going to tell me?" Peter tried his best to say straight.
"Wha?" She replied, mental blanc, what is he talking about?
"Where are we going?" She looked puzzled, but then realised.
"Coffee shop around the corner" noticing the way his heart was raging in his chest, only inches from her ear.
Upon this answer the two didn't move. Ambience of this kind was new to both of them, and neither wanted to break the spell.
Until something did it for them.
>>>Hey, sorry about the wait! I was having a bit of a rough patch and started a completely new story, to vent I guess. Please go read and review, let me know what you think! I hope you liked this, and by the way Nightmage, all I did was change the synopsis because you made a good point! If its not your thing then that's fine, glad you liked it until then. I'll return shortly!
