Mary Jane woke up from a sleep that was filled with confusing dreams, bone-weary with exhaustion. She would have been annoyed by it, but another, more dominant reaction stole the spotlight.

She was still aroused.

"How," she murmured in shock even as she hugged her covers, like they would be able to give her an answer. Last night, she had just experienced the best, and most exhausting, sexual encounter of her life. A night like that should have sated her for weeks, not leave hungry for a repeat before her body could start recovering from its effects. Even worse, she knew that the only reason she wasn't lunging for her phone to send a booty message for the man responsible was that she didn't have that number. She didn't even know the face of the man that was responsible for the best night of her life.

"Oh my god, I become a groupie," she murmured in an amused realization as she lifted herself from colorful covers of her bed, turning towards the bathroom door, desperate for a morning shower. She needed to recover if she wanted to have any hope of getting to her class on time.

She wasn't exactly a groupie, she corrected in her mind as she walked towards the bathroom, she doubted band members made a habit of saving their groupies from certain death. For saving her life, a sexy encounter was a small sacrifice to make from her part to reward such an amazing hero. In the bathroom, she quickly shed her clothes, ready for a shower.

Though, calling it a sacrifice might be another stretch, she noted as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, examining her naked body on the reflection, her skin marred with his aggressive touch, marks of his domination, something she had never thought she would enjoy. Whenever her previous boyfriends tried to be dominant, it ended up with them getting dumped with impressive quickness. But then, none of them made her desire flame like a touch from her last encounter did.

Her fingers traced the marks on her breasts, courtesy of his fingers, enjoying the firmness of her breasts in a way that no one had done before. The same fingers that invaded her core, preparing her for the ruthless invasion that followed when Peter pushed him inside-

"Fuck!" she gasped in annoyance. It was happening again. For some reason, whenever she tried to imagine good times with Spider-Man, her asshole date somehow found himself as a part of her imaginations. Same happened in last night's confusing dreams. In their ephemeral embrace, she was on a shopping date with Peter, but when he walked into a dressing room, Spider-Man walked out. When she was dancing with Spider-Man in a party, the clock struck twelve, and he suddenly turned into Peter…

It was all Peter's fault, she decided. How could he dared to kiss her with such a confident passion after he deserted him to die, or the fact that she had been having the most passionate sex of her life with another man just moments ago…

She sighed. There was no point in blaming him. It was her fault for clearly being attracted to him even after his cowardice, unable to muster even the slightest anger against him. She turned off the hot water, hoping that the cold water would quash the sudden heat that was making her insides tingle…

But she had a feeling that it wouldn't…

After her cold shower, she was fully awake, so it didn't take long for her to dress for the school, especially since she made a point of not dressing too nice when going to her classes. She had quickly learned that only beget jealously, which caused a lot of gossips, and her supposed exploits as a cheap slut. Wearing simple jeans-shirt combo didn't stop them fully, but at least, slowed them down a bit.

She was halfway to the school when she realized she had a more immediate problem than her gossiping friends. She had forgotten to complete her chemistry homework. A class that she was already edging failure due to the theater auditions she had been attending, though missing two quizzes and three other pieces of homework didn't make her situation any better. And with only one hour to the class time, she had no chance to put together a decent homework.

Then, an important detail from her last date popped up in her mind. Peter had mentioned that he was taking AP classes for biology, physics, math, and chemistry. She had to admit, asking his help after everything that happened last night was not the best idea, but failing her class, which would put her partial scholarship at risk, was even less appealing.

With her priorities in place, she rapidly typed a message for Peter. 'Sorry for bothering, but do you have a few minutes to help me with a chemistry assignment,' she wrote, trying to ignore the way her heart started beating as she waited for his response. Purely because of the way she was feeling stressed about her homework, of course. Nothing about last night's date could cause her hands to sweat or her heart to beat rapidly in anticipation, after all.

No relation at all, she repeated in her mind. And if she repeated enough, maybe she could convince herself as well. 'I'll be at your school in ten minutes, meet me at the entrance' his answer came. She gasped when his message. She was hoping for a quick phone call where he would help her to solve her problems, not an actual visit. It was too early to meet with him again.

For the next few minutes, she stood at the building entrance, waiting for Peter to arrive, while trying to ignore the whispers around. Her 'fellow' students were quick to start speculating about her slight limp, and much to her annoyance, they quickly jumped to the spicier end of the spectrum. "Assholes," Mary Jane murmured in annoyance, studiously ignoring the accuracy of their assumptions.

She was glad, and slightly vindicated, when Peter arrived, accompanied by the roar of engines, dressed in a leather jacket, exuding a sexy aura of danger. She couldn't help but feel smug when the female half of the gossipers turned their attention to him, their whispers interrupted by enthusiastic giggles. She had to suppress that feeling of pride a moment later when she remembered his tough-guy image was paper thin, and as usual, annoyed with herself because she couldn't feel angry at him.

She ignored her confusion as she waved at him. "Hi, Peter," she said, as she thrust her hand for a shake, signaling to him that she wanted for him to keep the distance.

Annoyingly, he ignored her hand in favor of walking closer. She realized what he was about to do a moment before he started to act, and opened her mouth in warning…

Only for his lips to close over her. She knew that she should have got angry, slap him, shout his head off, or at minimum, push him back. Anything other than responding to his kiss as he wrapped his arm around her waist, and dipped her down like a cheesy movie scene.

"What are you doing in the middle of the campus," she eventually said, scolding him with a slap to his arm, though it would have probably would have been more effective if she hadn't done it right after a heated kiss that stretched out for minutes, where she didn't even bother trying to get out of his grip.

"Sorry," Peter said with a juicy smirk, making her blush even deeper. It could have been better. At least, unlike the last time, she didn't end up losing her panties after the kiss- She shook her head. No, that happened with Spider-Man, not Peter. It was unbelievable how often she could mix them up.

"Anyway, can you help me with my homework, we don't have too much until the class, and it's kind of vital. I'm under real risk of failing if I don't turn it up."

She was glad that instead of quipping, he just nodded. "Maybe we should go to the library," Mary Jane said, wanting to leave the gossiping crowd around her behind.

"Lead the way," Peter answered.

Mary Jane turned her back, hurrying to hide her sudden blush. How pathetic she was, affected by even the most casual words, just because his voice had a certain rumble that triggered some of her dreams. She made sure to keep the discussion casual as they walked towards the library, trying to avoid anything extreme.

She made a point to ignore the sudden spike of gossip as she walked in the library, students once again commenting on her unfamiliar partner and her peculiar way of walking. She couldn't help but send a wary look towards Peter's way, expecting him to look angry, expecting his pride to be wounded, as he knew who was responsible for her chafed legs.

But, contrary to her expectations, the only thing on his face was a prideful smile. His reaction perplexed Mary Jane, but she was willing to ignore it in favor of her chemistry homework. She led him towards one of the tables on the corner of the library, away from the prying eyes of the other students.

She pulled her homework immediately after sitting. "Can we start quickly. The class will start in less than thirty minutes."

"Sure," he said as he pulled her homework, an amused expression on his face, though he didn't pick a pen. But, after a glance, his amused expression was erased from his face, suddenly serious. For a moment, Mary Jane was afraid that she had made a mistake, that the homework was above what Peter could handle despite his advanced class, a fear that grew more silent Peter stayed.

"Interesting…" he murmured, a sentence that confused Mary Jane quite a bit. Annoyingly, he continued looking at the paper instead of explaining his reaction, not helping her worried status even a bit.

"What's so interesting," Mary Jane sniped, feeling the pressure of time. "Are they too hard for you?"

"No, it's not that," he said with a negligent wave of his hand. "They are not particularly hard, though they are definitely well-thought out and insightful, and includes some interesting details that I wasn't expecting to find in an undergraduate class." Mary Jane looked at him curiously. "For example, question four. It looks a basic question about genetic chemistry, but the example he had used is a Gharial Lizard, which had been recently discovered to have a genetically encoded regeneration mechanism well-above the standard of its species."

"Is it important for the homework?" Mary Jane asked, cutting his explanation short. As a student of the art faculty, it would be a huge lie if she would have said that she was interested in Chemistry. The only reason she was having that class was that she needed to take a science elective, and it was the only section that fit her schedule.

"No," Peter said with a shrug of his shoulder. "I just found interesting that the lecturer of an undergraduate class is making an effort to track the latest papers. Dr. Connor just published that paper a month ago." He shrugged. "Is your lecturer an assistant of his?"

"Dr. Connor? That's our lecturer's name," said Mary Jane. Following reaction definitely surprised him.

"Surely not," Peter said, looking surprised since the first time Mary Jane had met with him. "You're telling me that Dr. Curtis Connor, the foremost expert on morphologic genetics is your teacher?"

She was surprised by his reaction. The reaction itself was not unfamiliar. She remembered reacting similarly when she learned one of her friends was getting acting classes from a previous Oscar winner, but she was surprised that the cheerful but kind of meek professor from her class with only one arm evoking a similar reaction. "Is that a big deal?"

"Well, he's just the biggest expert on one of the most important scientific topics of the last decade, that if cracked, would probably increase average human life by a decade or two, so?" She felt herself getting silenced. "Do you think it would bother him if I joined you in the class to audit."

"I guess not," she answered. Dr. Connor was a pretty amenable man, and surely wouldn't bother just because a young man came to listen to his class.

"Excellent," he answered, and for the first time, Mary Jane saw a smile on his face that could be construed as cheerful rather than sexy. But even that smile, for some reason, managed to quickened her heartbeat. She carefully ignored it, focusing on the more immediate challenge instead. "Now, let's start your homework. The first question is about the relative strength of molecular bonds…" he started.

Mary Jane listened to him, her pen dancing over the paper, interestingly, not only completing her homework with surprising speed, but also, finding herself understanding the subject matter easily. Explained like that, it was so simple…

Of course, Peter chose that exact moment to complicate things once more, in the form of his hand, landing casually on her leg while she was in the middle of a question. She suddenly stopped, her breath hitched. "Is something wrong, MJ," he asked amusedly.

"No," she answered between her clenched teeth, determined not to show just how much she had been affected by his touch, one that would have been mistaken for absentmindedness if it wasn't for the amusement dancing in his eyes, though the way he kept shortening her name wasn't exactly helpful as well.

"Let's continue, then," he said, and his fingers started dancing over her thighs. She would have pushed him off if his fingers strayed towards a sensitive spot, but he kept his fingers close to her knees. With the amused smile on his lips, she could see that he was trying to tempt him for immediate action. She decided to ignore it, not willing to give him the satisfaction of a successful taunt. And it wasn't like he would be able to arouse her while restricting himself to her lower thighs, over her jeans, and to top it all, while helping her to study…

It took just a minute, and a certain flame awakening in her loins, to show her that she might have been a tad inaccurate in her prediction. She was just about to ask him to stop when he quirked his eyebrows in amusement. Mary Jane's face started burning with embarrassment, per pride preventing her from saying anything. "Can you explain the last point again," she said instead, using her homework as an excuse.

"Of course," Peter answered huskily before starting to speak, somehow managing to make chemistry sound sexy. She bit her lips, trying to maintain her composure, a decision that turned out to be surprisingly difficult. She bit her lips, trying to suppress the butterflies in her stomach. The class couldn't start quick enough.

But if she could have changed the speed of the time by just wishing, she would be a superhero, so, unfortunately, it meant that she had no option of just suffering his attention for a few more minutes. She ignored the rational part of her mind that reminded her that suffering wasn't the best word to be used in the situation, not when every twitch of his finger was enhancing the pleasure she was feeling despite his determined distance from dangerous spots.

She bit her lip to keep a moan as she followed another explanation of his, filling another section of the paper, pulling closer to the finish line, her hand trembling a bit. But towards the end of the sentence, the tremble got bad enough to obscure the sentences, so she put the pen on the table, taking a deep breath to gather her wits.

"Is everything okay," Peter asked, immediately destroying the last bits of her composure. The question itself was fine, the same couldn't be said for the way he leaned towards him, enough for his breath to dance on her skin, or the way his voice rumbled.

Not trusting for her voice to not to crack, she just nodded while picking up her pen once more, wanting to finish her homework before her body overheated. She would have liked to believe that thanks to her acting abilities, she managed to keep the signs of her arousal hidden, but the distinct heat on her face suggested otherwise. Thankfully, he didn't say anything, and she returned her struggle to finish her homework.

She felt herself relax when he pulled his hand away from her leg, though she would be lying if she said that she felt no disappointment. She kept her head strictly on the paper even as she listened him pushing his chair back. She was planning to ignore his footsteps as well, but noticing that they were coming closer, it didn't take long for that plan to fall aside.

"Peter?" she managed to ask as she raised her head, though she failed to meet his eyes, as he had used successfully the opportunity to take a position behind her. He said nothing, but she felt his hands on her shoulders. "Peter?" she repeated, this time more urgently. After the impact those fingers had on her legs, she was afraid how the consequences if they had the opportunity to dance over her shoulders. The part of her cursing her next class for blocking a certain opportunity didn't help her composure any.

"You seemed a bit stiff. I'm guessing it was the last night's effect. You did get exhausted, after all," he said with a chuckle even as his fingers started to dance over her shoulders, triggering her desires even worse. But even under that deluge, she couldn't help but feel shocked, and not for the first time, the relaxed way he was mentioning her having sex with another man, even if that man was a superhero that saved her life. But this time, under the skilled treatment of his fingers, it was easier to ignore that niggling question.

He continued to explain her the finer points of chemistry while his fingers continued to deliver her massage, occasionally correcting a mistake of hers. Mistakes that she was making more than the usual, but his fingers and his rumbling voice wasn't making her job any easier.

The homework couldn't get completed any quicker…

Author notes: And finally, the muse decided to give mercy, and I was able to write another chapter of this story. I hope everyone enjoyed it. It was a challenge to write this chapter, but a fun one...

Also, don't forget to check my original writings in P/atreon/dirk_grey.