Back again! Prompt credit to _percy_posts_ on Instagram.
MJ was sitting in an armchair in the Parkers' living room, reading a new true crime novel that Peter had gotten for her ("Why? It's not my birthday." "Can't a guy just surprise his girlfriend who loves books with a book?")
She was just getting to her favorite part- when the detective discovers the key piece of evidence that cracks the case wide open- when she heard her name being called from the kitchen.
"MJ I need help, I don't get it!"
She sighed, and with a roll of her eyes, carefully tucked her bookmark in the novel, placing it on the coffee table. Grudgingly, she hoisted herself from her comfortable place in the chair and made her way to the kitchen to help Peter with his English homework.
"What's wrong?"
"What's a past participle?"
MJ pinched the bridge of her nose before taking a seat at the kitchen table. This was gonna take a while.
After an hour of back and forth about participles, pronouns, and gerunds, MJ had had it.
"I still don't get it."
She threw up her hands in defeat. "Well Peter, I just don't know what to tell y—"
She was cut off by Peter's lips on hers, soft and gentle, but betraying his interest in more. She was so breathless she almost forgot to be annoyed at him for interrupting her. Almost.
"What the hell was that, Parker!?"
He smirked at her. "As soon as you explained it the first time, I got it." MJ frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. He looked much too pleased with himself.
"Then why did you say you didn't get it!?"
He had the decency to look sheepish. "Because I wanted to hear you talk, hear your voice, but you're always reading and I—"
This time, it was MJ's turn to cut him off with a kiss. When they pulled apart, they were both grinning like idiots, like it was the first kiss they shared and not the hundredth. "Peter, if you want me to stop reading, all you have to do is say so. I'll stop. But only for you."
He smiled. "Only for me?"
She slid off her chair and into Peter's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Well…" She pretended to give it thought. "Maybe for some of May's wheatcakes."
Peter looked appalled. "Way to bruise a guy's ego!"
"You're a literal freaking superhero; it's my job as said superhero's girlfriend to keep your head from getting too big."
He rolled his eyes. "I think maybe you take your job a little too seriously."
"Whatever, loser, you love it," she told him, leaning in to kiss him again.
Peter's English homework went unfinished that night.
I hated the way this ended, but I couldn't think of a better way to end it. I hope you enjoyed it anyway.