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.

Author's Warblings: Sorry for the wait, I kind of left it on a note I had so many ideas to follow it with, but wasn't sure which to take. Anyways this is dedicated to life's little eventualities, most of them soul destroying, and being fool enough to think you'll live to see days when the world doesn't demand you kiss its arse. Oh that and cherry coke…mmmm

Peter had consoled Felicia for a full half hour before she fell asleep on his chest. She seemed genuinely convinced that he was effectively already dead when he came into her apartment. Maybe the shock of seeing him walking in the same day without even a limp or something might not have helped matters, after all most people wouldn't even be out of the hospital now, let alone in such good condition.

She hadn't handled the whole episode with Kraven too well, it had been a major shock to the system to see her boyfriend actually hurt, never mind hospitalised. Peter had seen this before in people, the trait of trying to hide from something by just being as far away from it as physically possible, but preferably somewhere you recognise, somewhere you feel normal. It dulls the blow, even if not much. Anyway it was over now, he was still quite alive and after some sleep Felicia would probably have calmed down and be okay again. She was strong like that, it didn't take long before she was back on her feet, quite unusual that she hadn't landed on her feet like she usually did, I guess even cat's can be taken off balance. 'She must really care about me' Peter thought, he smirked softly, he didn't deserve her affection just as much as he did Mary Jane's, he was forever the geek, no matter whether his pants were baggy or skin tight. Some things never change, but as the Blonde began to almost purr as she shifted in her sleep, Peter knew he was happy that some things did change.

The warm body wrapped around him was starting to make him tired, and it wasn't long before he was slipping down into a horizontal position and fading into sleep. The blackness enveloped him, and he was gone. Falling through his consciousness, a bottomless pit, until he found himself in a waking dream, his eyes opened and he was sat in a theatre. Middle row, central seat, slap bang in the middle of somewhere he had never seen before in his life. It was very traditional, warmly lit, and also desolate. He was the only person in the grand double tier hall. Looking around he faintly head footsteps from the side of the stage, the burgundy curtains were already drawn, and the hardwood floor bare of props or a set. The steps grew louder, and became distinct. It was the sound of heels, a woman probably, at least he hoped so or this was going to be one weird experience. Peter looked down and suddenly he was aware he was now in the far left chair of the second row, the footsteps almost upon him.

Watching the mystery unfold he saw an awe inspiring figure emerge from behind the curtains, tightly dressed, his eyes followed the curves of the elegant black dress up from the heels he had heard right up until the start of the softly curled fiery hair.

"MJ?" Peter asked almost silently

"Peter? Is that you Peter?" Mary Jane stopped about 7 feet away from him, high on the stage, looking across the wooden expanse in confusion.

"Its me, I'm here" Peter said standing up, she didn't look in his direction though, and as he crossed the distance between them Peter began to get worried. Jumping up onto the stage he put his hand on her shoulder from behind and she gasped lightly.

"I'd forgotten what your touch felt like" she said slowly, and as Peter circled around to the front of the girl in the black dress he saw into her eyes, and saw nothing but white. His own eyes opened in shock, she was blind. Peter grabbed Mary Jane by both arms firmly, pulling her closer to him.

"How did this happen? Who did this too you?" He exclaimed, he would kill whoever did this to her.

"It doesn't matter anymore" She smiled, and as he looked into her eyes it was like watching clouds roll past the sun and the white faded into heart stopping rings of deep jade. "Nothing matters anymore now your back"

"I, I never meant to leave you alone MJ, you know I couldn't cope with it all" Peter stammered, his grip was wavering, her eyes as piercing as the heavenly scent fogging his mind.

"You never told me about it all, I didn't know about Spiderman, I just thought you didn't want me" She sounded sad, put as his hands faltered, hers now found his chest, placed over his rapidly beating heart.

"You know I've always wanted you, I've never wanted anything else" Peter blushed at his admission, but as he expected, the tell tale twinkle appeared in her gorgeous eyes.

"You think I didn't know how badly you want me, how long you've been waiting for me to be yours" Mary Jane's hands started to drift achingly down his chest, slipping inch by agonising inch as her words disarmed him without effort "You think I haven't fantasised about you every night for the past few years?

Peters heart was pounding in his chest like a shell exploding perpetually between his ribs, his eyes couldn't stop searching hers, for something that would betray the clarity of her verbal caress, but as her hands reached his waist his breathing became ragged, and his eyelids fluttered as the scarlet seductress grasped his shirt and pulled it up, exposing just enough skin for both of her hands to slip onto, absorbing his skin, the heat from his taut stomach. The slight chill on her hands caused the immediate result of his muscles contracting, and he managed to see a sly smile forming on her face, and as her hands finally began to roam ever so lazily outwards from his waist, words began to follow.

"I had so many plans for us Peter, I was going to finally get my teeth into you but you ran away" As her hands reached the middle of his torso Peter was finding it hard to breath, and as she stepped in closer the full effect on him began to take hold, her scent, her touch and presence, and as his eyes began to roam her body it even more so than usual began to melt his brain. "You left me just when I thought you had stopped running away, just when I thought I could finally take you home" Peter's hands instinctively began to reach for her, but just as they began to move Mary Jane almost deliberately dragged his shirt up, and without question his hands retracted and went skywards. Just as Peter realised he was now topless MJ torturously stepped into him, allowing the smooth silk covering her large cleavage to brush up against him.

"Will you stop running away from me?"

A stage light clicked on all of a sudden and Peter was blinded, bringing his arm up to cover his eyes he felt her moving on him again, and as the light dimmed he moved his arm to see Felicia looking up at him from his bare chest.

"Good dreams eh? You don't even have to be awake for me to turn you on!" Peter knew exactly what she meant, but he was surprised it was morning, and that Felicia had managed to pull of his clothes without waking him, he was usually a notorious light sleeper.

"Are you okay?" He mustered rough sounding words, as his mind cleared the fog and red hair from before his eyes.

"I'm fine now I see your, well, all in fine working order" Peter suddenly realised what he had been doing, dreaming rather erotically about MJ, whilst Felicia was lying right next to him. His head flopped back into the pillow, he was going to try not to think about it, not yet anyway.

"So what are you doing today then?" Felicia asked playfully, her finger dancing a delicate circle around his navel, "I have a surprise for you tonight"

"A surprise? A good one I trust?" Peter managed to say, his mind was else where, trying to get back.

"Well lets just say you'll need a suit for this" The blonde smiled broadly, "although not your birthday suit like my usual surprises"

"Oh, that really is a surprise" Peter smirked, he sat up and propped himself on his elbows as he watched his girlfriend amusing herself with his chest, almost like cat nip he thought. He watched her finger, and felt the contrast between her sharp nail and the soft skin of her finger on his; it was almost like she was convincing herself he was alive.

The previous night…

Mary Jane always had admired the view from her aunt's back door, and as she leaned on the wooden frame just as she had done since she was 5, the same awe filled her as the clouds rolled past the city and trees. Yesterday had been a long day, so long in fact she had forgotten to give in the deposit on her new apartment, even though she had now packed and moved out. John had been stabbed and in the cycle of a few hours Mary Jane had gone from a minor dislike of the guy to severe worry to contempt, and from taken to single, and not to mention Peter. Peter Peter Peter… he was somewhat of an enigma now, she hadn't seen him in so long it was like meting a new person, she had loved him so much that an hour apart felt like a day, and so after she lost him, the weeks turned to months and they felt like lifetimes, so long she had almost forgotten that he existed outside of her dreams and desires, as if she had somehow absorbed him and Peter Parker was now nothing more than a part of her psyche.

It would be tomorrow now when she finally moved into her new apartment; it was also the opening night of her play, so it would be a very very busy day. Now that Peter was her friend again she would have to start getting to know him again, it had only been three quarters of a year but people could change a lot in that time, and as the day began to wane her mind passed over thoughts of what Peter might be like nowadays, if anything she remembered about him had changed, did he still get his hair cut at the same place, did he still blush when a girl smiled at him in the street, where did he work now? So many questions and she was impatient to get answers for them. Maybe if she could contact him she could get him a ticket to come and see her new production on the second night. After all she could only get a few free tickets a night and Felicia had gotten the opening night ones from her, pity she hadn't made up with Peter earlier. Having said that despite the sudden urgency of trying to rediscover Peter Parker it would be fun to see Felicia and this now legendary man who had seemingly tamed her…

I'm not depressed really! Anyways hope you enjoyed it, I'm gonna try and get into the habit of posting regularly again now I have some inspiration back in my life, so lemme know what you think, you too Holly!