Of The Twilight Hours
Sequel to 'Midnight is Meant to Be'
Disclaimer: I own none of Marvel/Stan Lee's creations, only the scenario and original characters in this story.
Authors Note: Thanks for the great feedback, you guys rock! I have been trying to think of an actor whom could play Felicia in the film, and I keep thinking of Elisha Cuthbert, mainly just because she is unfathomably beautiful and I like 24. What do you lot think? You will probably think of more suitable people than me!
The chilled night air burned in Peter's lungs as he flicked over a building post swing, shooting out a web line to the skyscraper on the far side of it. He had to reach Felicia, an he hadn't stopped to question himself over what had just transpired on the roof of a famous astronaut's home with said astronaut's girlfriend, that he knew, would no doubt creep up on him later. As his spider-sense went haywire Peter looked to his right to see at least a dozen cars raging in a circle of fire around Shocker, his arms smoking from the non-stop use of his gauntlets. Felicia he couldn't see initially, until he saw her jump out of the path of a shockwave directed at her, it was too close for comfort. Dropping freefall towards the circle of carnage Spiderman was noticed and came under fire too, managing to twist his body in a variety of athletic ways to weave around the scatter shot laid down by the lowlife convict.
The street was littered with debris from the parked cars which had exploded, some flipping and rolling around until the surrounded Shocker, which Peter could see would make it hard to approach him from the ground, hence Felicia's taking of the defensive. As flames licked 10 feet high Shocker screamed in anger as he saw Cat roll past a gap in his moat of fiery steel, unleashing a savage barrage which lifted the burning cab into the air, spinning it before it crushed into the unforgiving street below, Peter saw no sign of Felicia.
Spitting a web from his left wrist Peter narrowly managed to escape a two fisted double shock aimed squarely at his face, and now swung precariously fast around the circle of burning vehicles, his arc of entry was sharp, his shoulder almost popped under the strain of such a sudden change of trajectory. If he could just time this right…
The webline Peter was on hit a streetlight with its midsection, creating a new shortened arc, folding Spiderman's swing in upon itself, taking him now directly towards his opponent instead of around him. Peter was spun at an extraordinary speed in a full circle around the lamp post as his webline diminished in length, when facing towards Shocker upon his second rotation around the streetlight Peter released his grip on the web and shot towards his lover's assailant like a bullet. Shooting at a back flipping Cat Shocker turned just in time to feel an iron fist crack into his jawbone as a red and blue blur flashed past him. Managing to skid to a stop on all fours Peter turned to see the criminal he often mocked for looking like a quilt drop like a corpse, unconscious from the sheer force of the blow dealt to him.
Panting in relief he had managed to control his descent without killing himself, Peter slowly found his feet and looked up in surprise as he heard footsteps, no way could he be up so quickly, if at all. As his head began to rise he saw the flailing white fur on the athletic legs that he often admired when she wasn't watching, and as they carried the Cat towards him his head continued its ascent, taking in every detail, his every breath laboured.
"What kept you?" She purred, hand on hip mere feet from his still bewildered self. She flicked her hair back as she noticed he was panting, it was unusual to hear him out of breath outside of her apartment. "Hey you okay babe?"
"Yeah, yeah I just didn't expect to almost end up plastered all over that high rise there" It had been a narrow escape, one saved by the inclusion of a street light and the almost accidental wrapping of his webline around it. "Sorry I took so long, Rhino was a bit of a handful"
"I was worried," she whispered, stepping in even closer, her hands found his wrists, slipping down to wrap her fingers around his, "Shocker seemed different, so much rage. I thought Rhino might be the same, it was like he wasn't after anything besides me"
Her words echoed his own thoughts; Rhino had seemed hell-bent on killing Spiderman, almost taking Mary Jane with him. If it wasn't for his stupidity and blinding anger then things might have gotten ugly. Seeing Black Cat was okay, his breathing started to calm, now only hindered by the fact she was standing like that only inches from him, holding his hands as her ivory hair wove wildly from her face. She suddenly squeezed his hands, the look of concern on her face lifting into a gleeful smile.
"Hey, I've got an idea!" she laughed, her right hand placed on his chest emblem, slipping down as she heard the sudden intake of air when she reached his waist. He wasn't sure what to expect when he felt two of her clawed fingers scratch over the skin of his stomach, pulling on the elasticised waist of his uniform. Before he could tell which of the two things she could be doing she had opted for, he felt a lick of stinging elastic snap across his front.
"Ahh! You're going to pay for that!" Peter laughed, the fact he had just been twanged was less annoying than amusing, and Cat was the only person he had ever met like she was, caring but so full of life. He also seemed to have this way of slipping up when he was around her too, which she found cute, but like just five minutes ago, it had almost gotten him hurt a few times. She stepped back, light of foot she jumped straight up towards the dark night sky, and upon hearing her grapple he turned to see her smiling.
"Follow me spider!"
Mary Jane lay in the water, almost too hot but that was the idea. The idea of boiling herself alive was the best one she had all day. Luckily John wasn't in, and so she had stripped from her torn and ruined clothes and slipped into the bath for a long overdue relaxation. The best part was, she was alone. The lights were off; a single candle warmed the waters surface with its dim burn, radiating the colours of fire over Mary Jane's tired face. The small cuts and bruises were scorching in the water, but as her muscles had for began to unravel she couldn't move if she had wanted too.
It was strange that John wasn't in, but it was a welcome change to the routine. Grimacing as she felt a bruise on her collarbone Mary Jane thought about moving, and she thought about getting into bed, god knows she needed it. In five minutes or so she would get out of this bath, and then fall into a deep sleep, and if John arrived before she had fallen, she would just pretend it had already happened.
Cat landed softly on the edge of her apartment's open window, hopping down onto the polished hardwood floor. A couple of seconds later Peter gracefully slipped through the window, landing with only a minor tap on the floor. Felicia was nowhere to be seen, which was when he noticed the bathroom door was shutting, the two remaining inches extinguishing the only light source in the small, cluttered apartment. Sitting down on the edge of her large double bed Peters fist clenched on the top of his head, wrenching his mask from his face, dropping it into his lap.
Her apartment was full of seemingly random items, books littering her floor in piles, small tank tops thrown over the back of her chair, makeup all over her desk along with a jar full of pens. CDs all in their wrong cases piled up next to her sound system, and her huge wrought iron double bed with rough white blankets and smooth duvets, everything pointed to one persona whilst the item next to it another. His nails dug into the webbing in his top and pulled the tight fitting uniform from his torso, slight scratches causing him to grit his teeth as his nails ran over his back. Some of the cuts were from fights, some from tonight's broken glass after Rhino threw him into the side of a car, the others from the night before last when he and Black Cat got so carried way they hadn't taken their costumes off in their entirety, and Cat's claws proved a painful stimuli.
Removing his leggings and boots Peter flopped back onto the huge overly padded bed, sinking into its deep fuzz. Groaning as his stiff body stretched out, Peter instantly became aware of the fact he was lying on a beautiful woman's bed in nothing more than a pair of black boxer shorts, his body worn and tired. It was a strange feeling, one of knowing that this was something he had dreamed of when he was in high school, dreaming of it solely because he had 'known' it would never happen. Shows how much things change, how much people change.
As he was thinking this Felicia stepped out of her bathroom, her wet hair sticking to her slender shoulders, framing her face as is licked around her cheeks. Wearing a black set of lace bra and possible the smallest excuse for a thong he had ever seen Peter watched wide eyed, dumbstruck as her hips wove those legs of hers to the foot of the bed, carrying her curves to between his feet. She was met with complete silence, his eyes running over every detail as she stood in front of him. He stood up, her large lace adorned chest caressing his, her arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him in, drugging him, he couldn't resist. The kiss was deep, intense, his mind blank, absent.
Felecia pushed him back harshly onto her bed, her lips swollen as he bouncing in the white blankets, panting, watching. Her hands reaching behind her back, his breath hitched as he recognised the height of her bra clasp, and then her hands returned from their job. Watching in awe he saw a purple piece of paper in each hand, her underwear staying achingly tight around her body.
"W-what are they?" Peter managed to get out as she smiled at him.
"VIP passes to 'Heaven's Gate' down town, we're going out tonight baby, so keep it in your pants" she chuckled, then the dark tint to her eyes returned, her hands finding her cleavage, the two tickets slipping into the gap. "At least for a few hours anyway"
For the first time since she had come out he saw her walking away, "Oh boy" slipped on a whisper from his lips, and she struck a pose, slapping her own ass with a stinging force. "I know a few hours is hard, but I promise I'll let you make me purr all night long" she looked over her shoulder at him, and his dreamy smile was suddenly covered in one of his shirts, her perfect sot draping it over his head.
"Now get dressed baby, we're gonna paint this town red!"
Hey guys, hope you liked it. I know it got a bit racy, but that's just how I see Peter and Felicia's relationship, a hell of a lot of physical attraction. MJ will feature more next chapter! I hope you liked it, please review and let me know what you think!