This is the first of two endings…
"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.
The pair stood in awe of their situation, both had waited so long, imagined what this would feel like so many nights that on the one in which it did they weren't sure it was real or just another dream. But as sure as the water was cold, it was reality in which they were suddenly drenched. A taxi had just sped past and shot water from the previous rain in a fine mist over the two, slapping them from the blissful absence.
Peter wasn't sure what to say, and MJ just laughed, nothing could ground the fleeting wings her heart was on. She took the man's hand and giddily dragged him around the corner, Peter only just realising he was awake.
"Come on tiger, you don't want to keep a girl waiting do you?" She laughed at the stunned look on his face reflected in the glass door of the late night coffee haven; he looked so cute when he was dizzy. Finding a seat in the deserted aroma laden café was easy, and they sat in the deepest corner on a table sized for two.
"Earth to Pete!" MJ smiled at him as he blinked and smiled warmly back at her, not seemingly aware again.
"Sorry about that, I guess I err, spaced out" He blushed and she knew it was his way of saying she was a good kisser.
"Glad to hear it" she beamed, her smile infectious, as was Peter's fidgeting. Mj 's body was itching for action, action rather inappropriate for the setting. A waitress came over and looked at the two enviously, it was just gone midnight and she was beat, yet these two looked so vibrantly awake it made her sick.
"What can I get you guys?" She inquired as she flipped the cover on her notebook, precaution in case they were awkward with their order.
"I'll just have a latte" MJ said simply, looking over at Peter as he flicked his tongue over his teeth in thought, damn he's hot.
"Just black please" He smiled up at her, she really did look under the weather "Thank you ever so much, I know its late" The waitress smiled genuinely at him, and began to whistle as she walked off now feeling appreciated.
"Hey, you'll have to go easy on that charm, your mine" MJ placed her hand on his, and his eyes fell to the centre of the small wooden top. Hers… He liked that, simple yet so deep it was something he had always wanted, and it was smothering, he felt warm all over.
He smiled, "Whatever do you mean?"
"You are so going to get punished if you keep this up!" She laughed at the elaborate accompanying gesture of mock innocence at his question.
"Sounds like fun, when do we start?" He double raised his eyebrows in a cheesy 80's porn star kind of way, and MJ cracked up as the waitress approached.
"Latte for Madame and black" She crossed it off on notebook and took the note from Peter. He told her to keep the change and she looked at him in mild disbelief before retiring to behind the counter to steal cookies until she was required again.
"Since when could you throw money around?" MJ sipped the froth on his drink eying him questioningly; she knew he was hard on cash.
"I can't but by all means but I feel like being nice" He cradled his small cup to warm his hands, the aroma lacing his brain in a web of caffeine.
"Pete your always nice, you don't have to show off to me" She felt flattered he was trying to impress her, but he could have bitch slapped the waitress into next week and she would still find him adorable.
"I wasn't I just know what its like to work late is all, we night owls need to stick up for each other" She looked at him, her lashes ripping at his eyes, hers dark and suddenly mischievously seductive.
"So you're used to working hard until the early hours?" The corner of her breath stealing lips curved slightly at his innocent nod.
"Yeah, but you get used to it after awhile" He drank most off the coffee in one, its now luke-warm temperature finding his preference. She was still looking at him like that, it wasn't unnerving, far from it, but it was just making him glad he was seated because he was going weak in the knees.
Her foot stroked up his from the ankle to the joint in one slow dragging motion, his eyes opening slowly as his breath was dragged sharply in.
"I could get used to it too I think" She smiled at his sudden realisation about what she was talking about, and her heart melted as he blushed softly.
"Mary Jane! We've only.., I mean just… It's only been five minutes!" He exclaimed at her sudden lustful aura, his major concern was that her being like this was contagious; she was even more beautiful if that was possible.
"Five minutes? Hell Pete its been a week or so since you shot me down in the cemetery, but I've been crazy about you for too long now" She giggled slightly, "Your only a friend bullshit didn't last too long did it?"
Bitten by the realisation that his choice to do the right thing had actually fallen through in a single number of days Peter didn't quite know how to feel. Maybe he was getting caught up in this and he should run now, but he knew that he had quickly lost the will to get up in the morning at 5am to go beat the crap out of some inconsiderate muggers. He needed her, needed this feeling that she gave him, or else he had nothing to fight for, he had no home to defend.
"If it wasn't you it might have stood a chance" He stated coolly
"Pete, are you trying to say I seduced you?"
"Erm No, I mean not that I would object but I mean you just, I can't fool you, well not for long anyways I guess you just know me too well" He churned it out in one solid block of one sided conversation, MJ just laughed.
"You wouldn't object huh?"
"No" he coughed out, she would have loved to have given him the birds and the bees talk, but then again with his biology background Peter probably knew everything there was to know long before anybody even thought of trying to give him the dreaded talk.
She sharply stood up, wiping her mouth with her finger, it lingered, as did Peter's gaze upon it.
"Come on Pete, you can walk me home" she said as he stepped up, "I can't afford a cab" she adamantly shook her head when he offered her money for one.
"I want you to walk me home, your not going to object are you?" The sparks in the green eyes he was lost in spoke of fire to come.
"Lead the way" simple and easily used to avoid constant words falling from his mouth in a nervous dribble.
"Good that's settled then. By the way Pete the heating has gone in my flat, so I need you to keep me warm all night? That okay?" She was toying with him in a blatant use of double meanings.
"Why don't you just say you want to take me to bed?" It was gutsy, but he was high on elation and though its blank humour was work it.
"My-my Peter the though hadn't even crossed my mind!" She spoke wickedly, "But if you insist" She dragged him outside the café and pinned him to the wall, a feverish kiss bestowed upon him. After countless nights spent dreaming of how this would feel, he was certain that his imagination had fallen short in even its most vibrant scenarios, it was as if this were his fate, there was no other way to describe the way he felt when she kissed him, her lips crushing into his hungrily.
This was meant to be.
>>>This is the happy ending, which finishes this as a stand-alone piece. I had to make a happy ending didn't I? Please enjoy and review, your opinion counts! Thank you for reading, to all those whom have left me reviews that keep me going! Now read thealternative Ending!
