A/N: Sorry for the late post. Life was taking a bite out of me, haha. Just pointing out that in this story, things like the Superhero Civil War, World War Hulk, and all the hero vs hero stuff isn't happening. Might have some of the characters make fun at the notion of some of these things. Don't get me wrong. Those were excellent storylines, but they were too angsty and undermined everything these heroes were being brought up to be from previous storylines. Especially making Tony Stark look like an asshole dictator in Civil War. And don't get me started on the Illuminati. At least in my opinion. Some of these characters will have certain elements from those kind of storylines without having those events happening, like Shulkie having gone out with John Jameson, but none of the Civil War concepts floating around. I also want to point out that in this story Jen works as a successful private attorney. I'm just pointing that out in case anybody gets confused. ON WITH THE SHOW!

Chapter Two: Date Night

Peter's Apartment-Manhattan, New York

"Whew! That hit the spot!" Peter said getting out of the shower and wrapping a towel around himself. Stepping up to the bathroom mirror he looked at his well-rested reflection. He still couldn't believe what he was being roped into a date with the legendary She-Hulk! "This has to be a well thought out prank... Nah, not Jen's style. Maybe she really does just want to help get my spirits up. Or maybe she actually likes-" Peter shook his head trying to rid himself of what he thinks is a ridiculous notion and continued to get ready for his date.

The apartment he lived in definitely was a step-up from the little one room apartment he had a few years back. He now lived in a nicer building, nicer people, and he had his own bathroom, ha-ha! He now had a one bathroom, one living room, kitchen, and one bedroom apartment. Horizon Labs definitely gave him the freedom to afford such a nice place than the Bugle ever did, as well as the funds to modify his equipment. Peter went to his closet and began to evaluate what to wear for the night out.

"Alright, let's see here. Maybe-nah"

"Nope."

"Nada."

"Nyet."

"Nein."

"Nev-hold on. Hmmm." Peter pulled out a grey short-sleeve dress shirt with a white undershirt, a black blazer, and black jeans. "Well, I guess I'll make do with what I got available. What could possibly go wrong? Ha-ha. " Peter than suddenly frowns upon hearing what he just said. Instinctively, Pete went for his "work clothes" to wear underneath his attire. When he realized he did this, he became even more disheartened by the fact that again his social life is crossing over with his responsibilities as Spider-Man.

"You are so screwed, Parker."

Jen's Apartment-Manhattan, New York

Jen stepped out of the bathroom into her bedroom with her pink fluffy robe wrapped around her with a towel wrapped around her head. The whimsical tune she was humming reflected her very happy mood. "Alright, Jen. Tonight's a very special night. Now you just need the proper attire to set the night on fire, ha-ha. " The Jade Amazon immediately began searching and ransacking her closet, dress after dress was thrown about.

"Too flashy."

"Too skimpy."

"Jeez I really kept these 80's outer space bikinis?"

"No."

"Not happening."

"I don't think- Oh, wait. Why, hello there, beautiful," Jen purred. She held the dress against herself, posing in front of the mirror on her vanity dresser. That classic mischievous look crossed Jennifer's face upon realizing she found the one.

"Oh-ho, Petey boy. This is gonna knock your socks off," she chuckled. Jen laid the dress out on her very, very large bed and went back to her vanity. She let her hair loose from her towel turban and let her dark emerald hair fall to the small of her back. Curiosity soon gripped Jen's mind and began pondering.

"Why are you putting so much effort into this Jen, it's not like it's are real date? Is it?" She looked into the mirror, a sad smile crossing her face. "Would it be so bad if it was? I mean Pete and I have been extraordinarily close these past few years. Plus, he's got that boy next door level appeal about him. And that tight butt of his whether it's pants or tights... Woof!" Jen giggled as she continued to get dressed for the night.

Jen's place was a good 20 minutes from Peter's apartment. Normally Peter could get around faster if he was web-swinging, but he wanted to go about town the good ol' fashioned way and hailed a cab. Once he got to the apartment building, he noticed a state-of-the-art silver sports car parked out front that had a customized license plate "GMA GRL".

"Whoa. That has to cost more than my college tuition. Maybe law school was the way to go," Peter thought. He looked up at the tall building, the Excelsior, and took a deep breath. "Well, here's to having an interesting night or most likely be swallowed up by Venom... again."

He entered the building, noting the lavishness of the lobby, and rode the elevator to the near top floor where the larger apartments were stationed. Peter moved down the well-lit and decorated hallway, his heart hammering in his chest as he approached Jen's apartment. The moment he'd been preparing for all night was here. Peter stood in front of the large cherry wood door.

KNOCK! KNOCK! "Hey, Jen! It's Peter!"

"Oh, hey Pete! It's open! Just finishing getting ready! Come on in and make yourself at home!" Peter heard Jen's voice through the door. Peter opened the door and found himself in a large room that had a shabby chic design to it, albeit the kitchenette, which was more modernized, but fit into the rest of the apartment. All of the furniture was fit for someone who matched Jen's size.

"Jeez, where does Jen order a couch her size? Is there a giant furniture outlet site that Bruce referenced to her?"

"Well, what do you think?" Pete heard Jen's deep, seductive voice emanate from behind him.

"Oh, I think your place looks-WHOA!" Peter shouted as he turned around, beholding the sight presented to him. Jennifer was posing before him as a glamour model would with a hand on her hip and her other hand behind her neck. Her hair was fashionably wild, tumbling to down her back. She had the natural kind of beauty where she needed only a little mascara and lip gloss. The dress she was rocking was a one strap black dress that stopped right at her knee with a slit running up the right side. Peter nearly drooled at how the dress hugged her curves, the amount of leg she was showing, and the decent amount of cleavage the dress showed.

Jennifer giggled as she took note of the dumbfounded look on Peter's face. "Glad you like the place."

"Your place?" Peter asked, momentarily confused, but brought back to reality. "Oh yeah! Your place looks amazing! Sorry, I was just caught off guard by you. I mean-WOW!" he couldn't help, but explosively compliment her.

"Aw, aren't you a doll," Jen purred. "Come on, Pete. Let's paint the town red!"

His heartbeat ever racing, Pete held out his arm for Jen to hook hers around. "Well, here we go!"

A silver blur hurtled through the streets of Manhattan. Pete should've known that this would be the outcome of stepping into Jen's car. If it weren't for his enhanced physiology Peter would have a serious case of whiplash.

"Good thing I had a light lunch, or I'd be hurling chunks right now," Peter thought as he was hanging on for dear life. Jennifer on the other hand was definitely enjoying herself. The car then began to slow down as it pulled up to lavish little restaurant.

"Since we're obviously going to have full stomachs for the rest of the night, would you care abiding the speed limit. That is if you don't mind me making a mess in your car," Peter said exiting the vehicle. He went to the driver's side door and opened it for Jen.

"You do that, and you'll be paying for the refurbishing," Jen quipped, looping her arm in Peter's.

"I guess I'll be skipping this month's rent in that case." Jen rolled her eyes yet smirking at Peter's remark.

The Maitre'd escorted Jen and Peter to a table set by the window that overlooked Central Park. Peter could hear the remarks and felt uneasy about the stares he was getting. Some of the bar patrons were glaring at him.

"What's with those guy's giving me the evil eye?" Peter asked Jen as he took his seat across from her.

"Oh, them?" she nodded over to the group of guys at the bar. "They obviously think that you're getting lucky tonight," Jen winked.

"Yeah, right," Peter muttered sarcastically.

"What's the matter, Pete? Don't you find me irresistible?" Jen teased. Peter's face was as bright red as a Christmas tree lightbulb.

"Well, I mean... you're obviously beautiful... it's just... I mean," Peter fumbled over his words. Jen couldn't help but smile brightly at his awkward, but cute response. It was in Peter's good fortune that the waiter arrived to take their order. What initially began as a little teasing on Jen's part and rambling on Peter's transformed into a natural flow of dialogue. They laughed about past missions, every ridiculous villain the encountered, their respective careers. With their meal finished and Peter paying the bill, which Jen viewed as delightfully old-fashioned and gentlemanly, they left the restaurant. Their talk continued, however Jen started to dive into a topic that Peter was trying to actively avoid.

"So can I ask you something, Pete?"

"Sure, anything," Peter smiled.

"What exactly happened between you and MJ?" It was with this Peter, let out a light sigh and rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's not that we both stopped caring about each other. It's just... ya know how they say that in dating there are those couples that are just two ships passing each other in the open sea? That was what it was beginning to feel like. One day we just asked ourselves, where do we go from here? Neither one of us had a straight answer. It was a day at a time, and I guess that wasn't good enough for either of us. Sometimes I think I'm cursed to be alone."

"I call bullshit," Jen said flatly. "Yes, you're gonna have people in your life that are in your life for a certain period of time. I choose to see that as preparing you for what's next. When the right woman comes along, you'll know. So quit being hard on yourself Pete. Because truth be told you're extraordinary. Hands down. A little broody? Yes. Self-deprecating? Obviously. But you have qualities that trump your outlook on your life. Your intelligence, your heart, your humor. Those qualities bring out the best in you. The b.s. that you keep telling yourself is only holding you back. "

Peter just stared wide eyed at Jen for a few moments before a warm smile came across his face. "Thanks, Jen. That means a lot."

"Anytime, Pete," she winked.

The night continued with Jen continuing to put the pedal to the metal and with Peter miraculously not getting whiplash. Jen then power slid into a parking spot outside a lounge. The sign on the building read the most dreaded word that Peter could think of on a night out.

"Karaoke. It just had to be karaoke."

"No," Peter said flatly.

Jen glared at him. "Yes. Don't make me drag you in, Parker."

Peter let out a heavy sigh, "Fine. But I'm not gonna enjoy myself."

Many songs and many shots later..

"I GET KNOCKED DOWN! BUT I GET UP AGAIN! YOU AIN'T EVER GONNA KEEP ME DOWN!"

The two superhumans jumped around the small room that Jen reserved, screaming the lyrics to Tubthumping. Despite his moans and groans when they first entered the lounge, Peter's mood quickly changed. Maybe it was due to the quantity of alcohol he consumed, but one definite is the songs that he and Jen were singing revealed that they had remarkably similar taste in music. They took a seat and knocked back more drinks laughing and enjoying themselves.

"So what does it take to get together with the legendary Jade Giantess?" Peter asked. When he realized what he said, Pete blanched out of fear how Jennifer would respond.

Jen just took another drink and smiled, "Nothing much really. He just has to be a sweet, caring, responsible, and intelligent guy... oh, and he has to be a beast in the sheets, haha!"

Pete rolled his eyes and smirked at her comment, but another thought crossed his mind that he had to ask. "I would've thought John Jameson fit the bill. What happened there?"

Jen sighed and set her glass down. "It's kind of hard to be in a relationship with someone who just wants a certain aspect of someone. He wanted Jen Walters, not the She-Hulk. Couldn't get it through his head that they were two sides of the same coin. Albeit with my lean green self, I have the confidence and charisma my plain Jane self couldn't muster," she chuckled.

Peter smiled sadly at Jen, "Looks like we've both been screwed over by the Jameson clan." Jen smiled at him and slightly nodded. She raised her glass saluting Pete, "To getting back up again and never being kept down." Pete smiled and clinked glasses with the Emerald Gammazon. They soon left the lounge, but unbeknownst to them, a leather clad figure was observing the duo from a nearby rooftop.

"Well, well, what have we here? Looks like the Spider has found a new playmate." A grin spread over Felicia's face as she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

"Hello Mary. Yes, it has been a while. Remember that job we pulled a few months ago? Well, I would like to offer a thank you gift for your partnership in the form of a certain green friend of yours."

Peter and Jen soon found themselves in a cozy jazz club. Taking in everything from the bar, Peter began to that this night was actually one of the best nights he's had in a while. Peter surprised Jen by ordering her a gin n' tonic with a lime wedge, one of her favorite drinks, while he just got a light beer.

"Alright, people," the stage announcer said. "It's time for an all-time classic... Heard It Through the Grapevine!"

Jen's eyes lit up. She took Pete by the arm, "Come on Pete, let's show them how it's done!"

"Whoa, Jen," Peter started, "dancing really isn't my strong suit."

Nevertheless, he soon found himself on the dance floor with his hands on Jen's hips and her arms around his neck. Peter was blushing and his form was way too rigid for the dance Jen had in mind.

"Hey," Jen whispered," just follow my movements. Don't think. Just do."

The music began, and Peter's heart was beating faster than it had ever gone. Here he was dancing with She-Hulk! He couldn't believe it. He shook off whatever nerves were being worked up and followed Jen's lead. "Don't think. Just do."

He surprised himself when he and Jen were moving in perfect sync. At the same time, he couldn't take his eyes of her. Jen truly was in her element. She turned around swaying to the music with Peter following.

"Mm, see you're a natural when you're not living in that head of yours," she purred over her shoulder. Jen became a little bolder and pressed her backside into Peter, grinding on him. Jen's eye's widened when she realized Pete was getting a little excited. Initially shocked she was soon overcome with a wanting desire. She bit her lip as she felt Peter's warm body move against hers.

"Why hello, there, big boy."

Peter was oblivious to his own body's reaction. All he could think about was the woman in front of him. Taking her hand, Peter spun Jen to face him. Both were breathing heavy. Not from fatigue, but from a deep longing.

"Jen."

"Yeah, Pete?"

"I..."

Their conversation was cut short when a tingling sensation in the back of Peter's head went off. He pushed Jen to the ground as a large, crumpled ball of metal flew through the window. The only thing that could be made out was the license plate hanging off of it.

"What the hell?!" Jen yelled.

A loud laugh was heard through the now shattered window of the club. Standing outside was the large, muscled figure of She-Hulk's number one adversary.

"Titania. You gotta be kidding me," Jen growled through her teeth.

"Hope you got good insurance, Counselor," Titania mocked.

She looked at Peter who had a look of concern. Not for her, knowing that she could handle Titania. but for all the people in the club. She placed a hand on his arm and said quietly, "Go." Knowing that she meant that it was time to hero up. Pete ran into the crowd of people who vacated the club. Finding a nearby alley, he hopped onto the wall and climbed to building roof to change into his red and blue long johns. Peter was about to put on his mask when he heard on all too familiar voice.

"Hey there, Spider. "

Peter turned around and saw the fetching figure of Black Cat. "I don't have time for any of your games, Felicia. She-Hulk needs my help," Pete said putting on his mask.

"Oh, but why play with the Shulkie and Titania when you could have a lot more fun with me," Felicia said as she strutted towards Pete. She traced her claws around the spider symbol and looked at him seductively. " It'll be just like old times. Those hot, steamy nights on rooftops with a canopy of stars."

Peter was no fool. He took Felicia by the shoulders and pushed away from her. "It's no coincidence that Titania shows up at the same time as you. You led her straight to Jennifer. Why?"

Felicia shrugged. "What can I say? Maybe this kitty's got an itch that only you can scratch."

"Whatever we had before, Felicia, is long gone after all the numerous chances I gave you to go on the straightened arrow." Peter could then hear the sound of Titania and Jen's battle intensifying from down the street.

"I'll take care of you later. Now if you'll excuse me, I got to help clean up this mess. "

Peter jumped off the edge of the building and thwiped away on a web. Felicia walked to the edge and a small smile curved on her lips. "Playing hard to get, huh?"

Meanwhile back at the club, Titania and She-Hulk were making it look like a warzone, which is to be expected from them whenever they go toe-to-toe with each other. The two ladies' arms were locked with each other, grappling for control. They soon break apart, both of them staggering backwards with Titania ripping a shred of Jen's dress away.

"First my car, now my dress?! Oh you are so in for an ass kicking!"

Titania tried to give Jen a right hook across the face, but Jen was far too fast. She dodged the hit and kicked Titania square in the abdomen, sending her flying across the street. Titania emerged from a heap of rubble, staring daggers at She-Hulk.

"Ya know, Titania, this beef with me is getting really old. Don't you got anything better to do?" Jen asked.

"Nothing's better than beating on you, Cow!" Titania hissed. She launched herself straight at Jennifer but was caught off guard when a wad of webbing caught her by the feet and she was whipped through the air and right back at She-Hulk. The Jade Giantess brought her fist down onto Titania's back, slamming her into the concrete. She-Hulk's adversary was then webbed by her feet and strung up on a street light.

Spider-man came soaring in on a web line and landed right next to She-Hulk.

"AND THAT'S A K.O. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GIVE IT UP FOR THE QUEEN OF GREEN HERSELF! THE SENSATIONAL SHE-HULK!" Spider-Man shouted in his best announcer voice. Everybody in the crowd cheered on the two heroes.

Peter stood on his toes to whisper in Jen's ear. "I better go and change. People will be wondering where your hot date is."

Jen smirked at his comment. He backed away from her and zipped into the air on a web. Jen couldn't help but get a good look at Pete's costumed backside as he swung away.

"Mm there's that tight ass again. Down girl! He's your friend and teammate. Not a piece of meat... a nice, lean piece of meat with a tight, fit butt and a pleasantly large..." Jen shook her head getting those thoughts out of her head. For the next few minutes, She-Hulk took some time with public answering questions and posing for pics that would most likely be on tomorrows front page newspaper. That soon ended when Pete in his civilian clothes emerged from the crowd nearly five minutes after the disaster ended. Jen spotted him and made her way over. Without warning, Jen picked Peter up bridal style.

"Jen, what are you-WHOA!" Peter screamed as She-Hulk made numerous jumps over entire city blocks landing in front of the Excelsior. Jen set Peter on the ground and smirked down out him.

"These legs aren't just ornamental, ya know."

"Could've fooled me," Pete chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry that this night out cost you a car,"

Jen shrugged, "Eh, I'm more upset about the dress."

Peter looked down at her the tear in her dress just below the bust. He then noticed small portion of a black, lacy bra. His eyes then travelled up further along her large bosom, becoming lost in the decent amount of cleavage exposed.

"Ahem! My eyes are up here, Web-head."

Peter looked up to Jen's face. Her eyebrow was cocked and a small grin forming. She placed both hands on her hips standing imposingly over him.

Peter anxiety levels went through the roof. "Oh God, Jen! I'm sorry!" He began rambling on, looking down at the ground, which Jen thought was incredibly cute. She cupped Peter's face with her hand, looking him dead in the eyes.

"At least you bought me dinner, so no hard feelings... on my part anyway," Jen chuckled at the entendre. Peter breathed a little easier with the threat of being smashed by She-Hulk being avoided. With that Pete thought it was best to end the night then and there.

"I appreciate the night out, Jen. I guess I'll see later," Peter walked past Jen, but he felt the back of his shirt's collar being pulled back.

"Slow down there, cowboy," Jen said. "Who said the night was over?" She pulled Peter into the building's lobby. He protested, but Jen shot him down immediately. They made their way back up to her apartment with Pete still can't believing Jen can find a place like this in New York City.

"I'm gonna go get a little comfier. Go head, kick off your shoes and make yourself at home," Jen said, heading towards her bedroom. Peter went to one of the large windows in the living room that was overlooking the city. Despite some of the setbacks of tonight, it had been a blast.

"I still got to take care of this thing with Felicia though. Can't let her just cause trouble like that again." Peter let out a deep breath, unaware that Jen came back into the living room.

"You know, the view in here is much better than out there, Pete," she giggled. Pete turned around to see what she was talking about. When he saw her, his jaw fell to the floor. Jen got changed into a dark purple tank top that exposed enough mid riff to show off her well-defined abs and obliques. His eyes travelled downward to see She-Hulk's long, strong legs were encased in custom-made spandex black and purple booty shorts

"You weren't kidding," Pete swooned much to Jen's delight. She took him by the arm and plopped him down on the hulk-sized sectional couch which was almost the size of his bed. Jen went up to a DVD stand set next to her TV and bent over, looking for a film. Peter caught glimpse of the position Jen was in. She was bent over, her large, fit rear pointing upwards. Peter couldn't take his eyes of the word printed on the back She-Hulk's shorts, "SMASH".

"RED ALERT! RED ALERT! DIVERT GAZE! THREAT OF BEING PULVERIZED IMMINENT!" But this thought was to no avail. Little did Peter know that Jen looked over at Peter. He was completely oblivious to this fact. She was rather pleased with this, after all she didn't choose her getup JUST for comfort.

"Hook, line, and sinker," Jen thought to herself. She stood up with the video she knew was perfect for the both of them. "Tonight's feature presentation will be the film that started a franchise. Star Wars Episode IV!"

Peter looked up at her, a huge grin spreading across his face. "Okay, you and Xavier must've swapped powers 'cause that was the exact movie I was gonna watch tonight anyway."

Jen leaned down over the coffee table, looking Pete square in the face. "Nah, I just know you that well. Now you start up the movie while I get the snacks," she said as she tapped his nose. Nearly an hour and a half later, two large popcorn bowls and a small stack of soda cans were empty. Peter and Jen were curled up next to each other enthralled by the film. A few tears came to Peter's eyes when he saw the scene of Obi-Wan's sacrifice to save Luke. Jen looked over at his disheartened face, concerned for the young man.

"Pete, what's the matter?"

"It reminds me of my uncle. All my life he tried to engrain the best qualities into me. Knowing right from wrong. Responsibility. In one moment of selfishness, I had to learn the hard way what he was trying to get through my head."

Jen knew the story of how Peter went from some kid in a costume, seeking fame and fortune, to a true hero. In reality it's what made her like him even more when she found out. That he wasn't so proud to say he didn't fail, but to make sure what happened to him never happens to anyone else.

"You can't blame yourself for what that guy did. You didn't pull the trigger. You didn't turn that guy into a mugger," Jen said. Peter looked over at her with sad eyes. "You took something so awful in your life and turned it into your reason to stand up for others. I have faith that you're Uncle Ben is watching over you and he couldn't be prouder of the man that you've become and the man you'll continue to grow into."

Peter wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled warmly at Jen. She smiled warmly back at him. He felt her arm wrap around his neck and the next thing he knew they were hugging tightly. His face was in the crook of her neck as her face was in his.

"Dear God, she smell's amazing. Flowery, almost. And she's so warm. Why is she breathing so heavily? Why am I breathing so heavily? "

"Mm that cologne with his natural musk. SO GOOD! God! It's like a drizzling storm in my panties right now! Wait, his heartbeat is going crazy. Could he actually... want me?"

They both looked up at each other's face. Both had blank expressions, but their eyes had a fiery passion behind them. Unable to hold back anymore, they accepted the inevitable.

"Screw it," they said in unison. Jen climbed unto Peter's lap and attacked his lips. Peter wrapped his arms around Jennifer's well-muscled back. Jen could feel his raging manhood straining against his pants, as Peter could feel the dampness of Jen's shorts soaking his lap. They both disengaged the heated lip lock to take a breath. Jen grabbed the hem of her shirt and hoisted it up over her head exposing her large, green breasts. Gravity seemed to be having a minimal effect on her globes and Jen's nipples erect as they could possibly be. Peter couldn't find the words to describe the beauty of what so many men would die to see. Jen giggled at his gob smacked expression.

"What's the matter, Pete? Like what ya see?" she asked sarcastically. Everything from Jen's seductive tone of voice to her strong, curvaceous body through Peter's senses into overdrive. He brought Jen closer with one arm, threw his head forward taking one of She-Hulks nipples in his mouth, suckling on it with abandon, and fondling the other mound of flesh.

"OH! Whew, um... I've had some good foreplay, but this is... oh, baby!" Jen was stunned by what Peter was doing with just his hands and tongue. She cupped the back of his head and began moaning at the amount of pleasure he was giving her. She started to gyrate her hips, thus grinding on Peter's manhood. Five minutes of foreplay went by, but then Jen pushed Peter by the shoulders into the couch. She looked upon him with a deep hunger. She went to unbuckle Pete's pants, but a thought immediately forced itself to the front of Peter's mind.

"Wa-wait, Jen," Peter stammered between breaths.

She looked back up at Pete with concern, "What is it, Pete? Did... did I do something wrong?"

"NO! God no! It's just-well, I'm not exactly carrying... protection."

Jen then let out a sigh of relief and chuckled, "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Ol' Stretch-o hooked me up with an implant that works even in my large and in charge persona. Now with that out of the way, why don't you be a good little star-pilot and shoot that proton torpedo into my exhaust port."

Peter eyes widened and a smile spread across his face, "Beautiful, brilliant, strong as can be, and she makes Star Wars based innuendo's. Where has she been all my life?!"

What happened next was a mix between sensual and hardcore. A trail of clothes, along with cracks and dents in the hallway leading to Jen's room. Two hours passed and the result of their copulation was Peter sleeping soundly next to Jen. The green-bodied woman stared up at the ceiling recounting what just happened.

"I've slept with models. I've slept with athletes. I've slept with Stark. I've slept with Hercules for crying out loud! They were wonderful and all, but..." she looked over at Pete then back at the ceiling. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and grinned triumphantly. "They got nothing on a science nerd from Queens! Dear God, that was... that was... OH BABY! It wasn't just the sex either! The way he looked at me. Touched me. Kissed me. Whispered those sweet sayings in my ear. It was so... filled with emotion, and I gave it right back to him."

Her eyes opened suddenly, but her smile didn't fade. She rested her hands behind her head and chuckled to herself. "Well Jenny, looks like it's official. You've fallen for the web-head."