Left to Her Own Devices
"Ok so ammonia undergoes nitrification and that turns it into…"
"Into…."
"Into…"
"You're so close MJ! You're right there!"
"Uhhhh nitrogen?"
"Sigh no. Ammonia turns into nitrate which then denitrifies into nitrogen gas."
"Dammit! I thought I had it!"
On this fine evening in their apartment, Peter and Mary Jane were trying their best to review for MJ's environmental science test in a few days. Like most sciences, there was just a lot of memorizing to accomplish.
"Sigh. I'm sorry, Tiger. I just need like a system or something to help me remember."
"Well, ammonia has the formula NH3 and nitrification takes out the H's and puts in O3- to get nitrate which is NO3-."
"See but that's like so hard to remember. And will you please come down from there? Is the blood not rushing to your head?"
Peter indeed was hanging upside down. A line of webbing was attached to his foot and holding him up towards the ceiling. In his hands was MJ's textbook while she herself was sitting at Peter's desk trying her best on Peter's review quiz.
"It helps me think! Plus, this way, the pretty student won't tempt me into giving her the answers!"
"Pretty student? Who's the bitch you're sneaking around with?" MJ teased.
"She's got red hair. Huge tits. And she's smarter than she thinks."
"Pft ever the charmer. Come down a bit. I wanna try something."
"Uhh ok."
Peter lowered the webbing a bit so that he was almost eye to eye with Mary Jane but still upside-down. Smirking, she got up on her tippy toes a bit and cupped his face. Gently she left a little peck of a kiss on his lips. Tossing the textbook onto the bed behind, Peter carefully pressed his hand onto MJ's cheek. They moved closer for a deeper kiss and remained in upside-down bliss. Getting lost in all the passion, Mary Jane's hands wandered upwards tracing Peter's abs and muscles.
"What cha doin there MJ?" Peter whispered.
"Hehe tryna get blood rushing to a specific head."
"You minx. We should be studying."
"I am studying! I'm just switching the topic to anatomy."
"Oh? Good thing I like anatomy."
"Me too."
Just as the two were about to lean in for another kiss, Peter stopped, and his body stiffened. Knowing exactly what was happening, MJ accidentally let out a sigh of annoyance. Moments later, the sound of police sirens blared through the window. They both looked out onto the balcony and then back to each other.
"I'm sorry," Peter sheepishly shrugged.
"I know. It's ok. Go. Be a hero."
Nodding, Peter went to his closet, grabbed his suit, and entered the bathroom to change. MJ giggled a little realizing there was a way to add a little whimsy to the situation. She sauntered over to the bed and sat down awaiting her boyfriend to emerge. When he did, Peter held his mask in his hand and stretched a bit. As always, MJ took a moment to admire just how tightly the iconic red and blue suit fit Peter as it conformed nicely to each little ripple and ridge of his body.
"Peter?"
"Yea?"
"We've already had sex. Why do you feel the need to go to the bathroom to change?" she asked slightly jokingly.
"Uh well um I mean….it's uh kinda force of habit? All those years of having to duck and hide so I could change? I dunno really."
"Hehe I'm just saying you don't have to be so guarded around me. I've seen everything already."
"Ah, then this is just a thinly veiled attempt to make me your eye candy, isn't it, Ms. Watson?"
"Pft please. This is far from thinly veiled."
"Haha ok. Anyway, hopefully this won't take long," Peter said cracking his knuckles.
"No hurry. Just do your best. And be careful."
"Right."
Peter walked forward a few steps towards his balcony, but oddly stopped. He shyly rubbed the back of his neck before turning to MJ who was now perplexed. Peter clearly bit his cheek and wanted to ask something, but Mary Jane could see the hesitancy seeping out of Peter's face.
"Tiger? What's wrong?"
"It's kinda stupid."
"What is it?"
"…Could you say the thing?"
"What thing?"
"Y'know. The…..the thing."
"Uhh you're gonna have to help me here…"
"Sigh…..y'know our little thing? For luck?"
"…OHHH!"
Realizing what Peter was asking, MJ couldn't help but chuckle. Getting up from the bed, she walked over to Peter swaying her hips. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she leaned as close to his face as possible.
"You're such a dork," she whispered while caressing his cheek, "But you're my dork. And I love you for it."
She pulled his face towards hers and left the softest of kisses possible on his lips. It was slow and gentle, but for both of them time slowed. For just a tiny moment, it was just Peter and MJ enjoying each other's company. She finally released his lips but pressed her forehead to his.
"Go get 'em, Tiger," she smirked.
"Thank you," he lifted her hands and kissed her fingertips.
Now primed and ready, Peter put on his mask and lightly jogged towards the open window. Once outside, he climbed onto the railing and turned around to face MJ.
"Don't forget to study! I'll quiz you again tonight. If you pass, you might get a lil somethin' somethin'," he winked before falling backwards and swinging out into the city.
"….Oh my God he's so corny," MJ shook her head before settling back onto Peter's desk chair, "Welp if I want the reward, I gotta put in the work.
Feeling renewed and invigorated, MJ picked up her textbook and started reading.
15 MINUTES LATER
"Ughhhh this sucks! Peter makes it so much more interesting! Maybe I should take a break. I need to find a monologue anyway."
She set the textbook aside and turned on Peter's laptop. There were certainly different ways to try and impress Professor Muir. Should she pick a monologue that best displayed her acting talents? Or should it be something that best embodied the character of Eliza Doolittle? Such were things to consider. MJ skimmed through Google looking at various potential candidates such as Viola's speech from "Twelfth Night", or the "I'm a Bagel" riff from "Funny Girl," or even something from "My Fair Lady" itself. Although wasn't Professor Muir also going to provide an excerpt for a reading test? Should MJ also include a song to go with this audition?
"Should I be funny or dramatic? There are some comedy bits in 'My Fair Lady' but there are also so many heart-wrenching scenes. Gah this monologue has to be PERFECT! Eliza is such an iconic character!" MJ grumbled to herself.
1 HOUR LATER
"Sigh. I just…nothing is speaking to me. Maybe I just need to get up and be active for a bit."
Getting out of the chair, MJ raised her arms up and arched her back to stretch. She looked around and started to cringe slightly at the state of Peter's apartment. Plates from last night's dinner were still in the sink. Random textbooks and notes were strewn about intermixed with bits and pieces of Peter's experimental spider-gadgets. Old clothes had piled high on the laundry hamper.
"Sheesh. I know they say brilliant men are messy, but this is a bit much," she groaned.
Knowing she was also at fault as various bras and short shorts could be spotted around the apartment, MJ decided to freshen up the place a bit.
45 MINUTES LATER
"Phew. I think that's all the dirty clothes in the washer."
After dispatching all the dishes, MJ was able to collect all of hers and Peter's clothes and put them in the spin cycle. She was also able to gather up Peter's academic notes and put them in a neat pile on his desk, but his spider-gadgets were a different story. There were just so many random oddly shaped doohickies that she just didn't know how to categorize them. There was a sphere looking thing, some little rectangles which she guessed were web catridges, and a half-built spider-bot with only five legs. Looking at his closet, she spotted an old cardboard box. Interestingly it was labeled "Peter's Comics".
"Hmm," she wondered aloud.
Walking over, she pulled the box out and opened it to reveal a whole stash of old gadgets. The first thing MJ grabbed was a sketchbook. She flipped through the pages glancing at Peter's old designs for his spider-suit.
"Wow. I didn't know Peter was quite the artist. Although some of these choices were….questionable," she raised an eyebrow at one that had what seemed like a cape, "I'm glad he settled on his iconic red and blue. Although a white spider emblem could be neat."
Setting the book down, MJ rummaged through the box to see if she could find some more goodies. She randomly grabbed a random metallic object that felt slightly clunky. Out came what looked like a large bracelet with an extended arm and a button on the end. The bracelet was segmented and had an empty rectangular slot at the top.
"Oh! This must be an early webshooter design!"
MJ's eyes got excited as she examined the old prototype.
"Peter said he started webslinging early in high school. I can't believe a 14-year-old built something like this. He's so cool!"
Curiosity got the best of her as she opened the old device and latched it onto her wrist.
"I wonder if it still works."
Grabbing a web cartridge, Mary Jane inserted it into the slot and looked around for a target. Not really wanting to cause too much damage, she simply looked straight up. Arm extended, she closed her middle and ring fingers onto the button that rested on her palm like she had seen Peter do so many times.
*THWIP*
In the blink of an eye, a webline fired directly upwards and attached itself to the ceiling.
"Whoaaaa," MJ marveled as the web was still attached to the nozzle on the shooter.
She tugged a little at the line genuinely surprised at how taught but stretchy it was. However, the new problem was how to detach the line. Pursing her lips, MJ examined her wrist to find a button or something. Eventually she just decided to yank the line out of the nozzle.
"Ok. What's next!"
From the corner of her eye, she spotted a water bottle on Peter's desk. Closing one eye to aim, she extended her arm again.
*THWIP*
"Yes!"
Direct hit! The web fired and stuck itself right onto the water bottle. Proud of herself, Mary Jane excitedly pulled on the line hoping to bring the bottle towards her. Well, the bottle came alright.
*SMACK*
"Ow!"
The bottle zoomed in too fast causing Mary Jane to mistime the catch. Instead of landing right in her hand, it ended up hitting her right in the face.
"Peter makes this look so easy," she pouted, "Oh well. Playtime's over."
*CLICK CLICK CLICK*
"Huh?"
*CLICK CLICK CLICK*
"Hey what gives?!"
*CLICK CLICK CLICK*
Trying her best to shimmy the latch, MJ struggled releasing the mechanism. She shook her wrist and furiously pulled at the shooter hoping to get the old contraption off her. She looked around and spotted Peter's toolkit. But one glance had her worried. This old thing was probably a treasured memento of Peter's. The last thing she wanted to do was break something important to him. Accepting her fate, she blew a lock of hair out of her face and picked up her water bottle for a drink.
*RING RING*
For a split second, Mary Jane considered using the webshooter to grab her phone. Common sense and the cost of getting a new phone prevailed convincing her to get up and answer the call.
"Hello?"
"Heya Mary Jane. If you and Peter aren't fucking right now, you wanna grab something to eat?"
"...what's that supposed to mean, Liz?"
"Well, I'm asking if you're free and wanna grab dinner. Peter can come too…..if he hasn't already," Liz giggled at her crass joke.
"Ok Peter and I aren't having THAT much sex…"
"Uh huh and when exactly was the last time you two did it?"
"...this afterno-THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"
"Riiiight. So, dinner?"
"Ugh sure."
"Coolies. I'll text you the place."
Once Liz hung up, MJ looked down at her wrist.
"Well, not exactly a girl's ideal accessory. Gonna have to go long sleeve."
Looking at the rest of her ensemble which comprised of just a tank top and shorts, MJ discovered a new problem.
"Ah shit. Laundry…" she groaned.
Once again, she looked to Peter's closet for inspiration.
"Well. Gotta make do with what ya got."
30 MINUTES LATER
"So….did you pack like any of your own clothes for college? Like at all?" Liz teased.
"Hey c'mon now! It's comfy!"
"I mean I get it. It's the classic girlfriend wears her boyfriend's clothes. But I feel like I almost never see you not wear something of Peter's."
Even Mary Jane had to pause and think about it. Sure, this situation was kinda an emergency with most of her stuff in the laundry. Plus, the priority was to hide the neat little trinket stuck to her arm. So what if she had to make do with a pair of tights and another one of Peter's hoodies? Besides, the over-sized hoodie look is in, even if it did have the Rebel Alliance insignia from Star Wars on it. No wait, especially because it had the Rebel Alliance insignia from Star Wars on it. Either way, MJ was able to put together an ensemble that made her look presentable. Putting her hair into a neat ponytail was the final touch. Although it was just dinner with Liz at a pizza place. No need to really go all out anyway.
"Again, it's soft and comfy. Speaking of boyfriends, uhh is there any progress on your end?"
"Heh I uh….I dunno," Liz shrugged.
"Is everything ok?"
"Yea yea! I mean like Harry's cool and all. But we're not really together right now."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Nah. No biggie. We're just not looking for the same thing right now."
"Well, from what Peter's told me, Harry's a really great guy. He's funny, fiercely loyal. And y'know he's not super snobby like most other rich guys."
"Yea yea but it's me. I'm not looking for a relationship right now."
"Oh. I see."
"Yea. I dunno. I kinda want to start my life over if that makes sense. I feel like I'm adrift on a life raft or something. I got so caught up in the whole popular cheerleader vibe that I failed to realize no one really cares. And I don't want to do it again. I don't want to go from high school cheerleader to college cheerleader. But now I don't even know what I want. I still haven't even declared my major yet."
"Believe me, I understand completely. I wasn't exactly the greatest of daughters for a while."
"Really? You always seem so put together."
"Ehe well I try anyway. My family wasn't so great when I was a kid."
"I'm sorry….You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, y'know."
"It's fine. We're friends, right?"
"Um yea, I'd say so."
"It was…hard for my dad to hold down a job. He was always the first to be cut and wasn't at the top of any promotions list. Then you add on the cost of trying to raise two kids. It's a lot of stress."
"Two kids? Wait, you have a-"
"I have an older sister. Gayle."
"Ah. Does Peter know?"
"Well, Peter knows of her. I just don't talk about her much."
"Mmm hmm."
"Anyway, there wasn't really a moment when my dad wasn't angry. At first, he tried to hide it and give the illusion that we were doing fine. But you can only hide the fact that we were living paycheck to paycheck for so long. My mom tried to help with side gigs like substitute teaching or waitressing. But we could never scrounge up enough. Although somehow my dad always found enough for a six-pack."
"Ooo that doesn't sound good."
"Yea. Gayle and I used to hide upstairs in our room to avoid all the yelling. But good ol' dad. He yells loud. When we got older, Gayle and I would sneak out of the house. We just wanted to get away from it all. She really liked those sorority parties. We lived near Penn State so a lot of the sororities and frats rented nearby houses. Ugh week after week it was part after party. We'd sneak out, hang out with a bunch of college kids, then sneak back home."
"Did you ever get caught?"
"Officially, no? But unofficially, I think my mom knew, but I guess she was happy we were safe. I don't think my dad cared. For a while, I became flippant. At school I was a bit flirty and casually dated here and there. But nothing ever serious. I just needed excuses to get out of the house whether it was a college party or to spend time with a boyfriend. One night though, just when we were about to go out, I heard a crash downstairs. I grew worried for my mom. But Gayle insisted we still go out."
"What happened?"
"I let Gayle go. I ran downstairs and found my mother on the floor with bruises. Dad had stormed off. I just…..I held my mom and we cried for who knows how long. I felt so guilty. I was leaving her alone in that house with him. I was being selfish. So, I never went out again. No boyfriends. No college parties. I spent time with my mom. Watching classic musicals, baking cookies. It was a little weird. My dad had a temper and yelled a lot. But he never hit me. I had hoped to use my presence to protect my mom. Gayle on the other hand just kept leaving. Eventually, she got a little too close to one of the Penn State frat boys."
"How close?"
"…..she got pregnant."
"Oh…"
"It was kinda a whirlwind from there. Mom and Dad divorced. That asshole left my sister with the baby. So we didn't have enough money for everyone. My Aunt Anna offered to take me in to ease the financial burden on Mom and Gayle. So yea. Here I am. Mary Jane Watson in New York City."
"So that's why you enrolled at Midtown."
"Yup. I realized I wanted a fresh slate. I didn't want to be negligent or irresponsible anymore. That's why it pissed me off when Flash shook down Henry for his lunch money."
"But then…"
"…But then Peter walked in," MJ blushed.
"Oh my God it was love at first sight!"
"Well I mean….it wasn't entirely at first sight."
"…" Liz sent a knowing look.
"Ok it was like 70% first sight. But the remaining 30% was more he was someone I felt like I could follow. Y'know he was an example of someone I wanted to be. Confident. Self-assured. Knowing when to do the right thing. Because honestly, if I saw that same scenario at my old school, I probably would've just brushed it off."
"Damn."
"So yea. If you want to treat college as a way to reinvent yourself, you should go for it. Peter said you used to be smart and nice. Nothing wrong with starting there."
"Oof. The bare minimum is being a nice person. How far I have fallen."
"C'mon Liz. Beneath all the cheerleader persona stuff, I think you were always a good person. Besides, I technically owe you and Flash anyway."
"Huh? Ohhhh I see."
"Yea. You guys pushed me and Peter together. For a second I was worried we'd always just be friends."
"And now you two fuck like rabbits."
"Shut up! I'm trying to give you a compliment here!"
"Fine fine! But I'm glad I was able to do one good deed."
"You'll do fine, Liz. It's a marathon, not a sprint. I'm sure you'll find something to inspire you here at ESU."
"Hopefully. Thanks, Mary Jane. I really appreciate it."
"Of course. Hey wanna do another good deed? Specifically pay for this pizza?"
"Oh hell no! We're going halfsies."
"Hahahah fair is fair."
1 HOUR LATER
Hanging out with Liz was fun. It was nice to have a new gal pal. MJ adored Peter, but every now and then some quality girl-talk helped out. With a full stomach and a cheery attitude, Mary Jane was sure she'd be able to figure out how to get this blasted webshooter off her wrist.
"AHHH SOMEBODY HELP ME!"
Startled by the yelling, MJ sprinted down the street towards the dark alley. She slid close to the brick wall and just barely peeped around the corner. Backing up and pressing against the far wall was a girl in a waitress uniform. She clutched her purse tightly to her body trying her best to get away from the hulking figure in front of her. The mugger was a relatively big dude. His face was scarred and wrinkled. His hand held a crowbar ready to strike. The poor girl tried to throw trash at the guy to get him to back off, but he just kept walking towards her. MJ looked around desperately trying to spot some cops. Sadly, none were on the street. Calling would take too long. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She pulled Peter's hood over her face and rolled up her sleeve.
"Please sir! I don't have much. I work minimum wage at a diner," the girl cried.
"Yea well money is money. You take what you can get in this city."
"Please! Just let me go!"
"Hand over that purse and we're square. I don't want to have to hurt you."
"Please. I have a little sister I need to take care of."
"Yea. Well I have a daughter. We all need help."
"Please!"
Angered, the thug raised his hand in preparation to strike. Fortunately, he never got the chance to swing.
*THWIP*
A webline from the dark appeared out of nowhere. It stuck directly onto the crowbar startling both the thug and the girl. A quick yank later, the crowbar slipped out of the thug's hand and landed on the ground with a loud clank. Surprised at the strength, the thug also tripped on himself and fell to the ground. It was dark, so no one was able to see down the alley, but the webline kinda made things self-explanatory.
"Ah shit Spidey?! I'm sorry man. I just needed the money. But but it won't happen again. I never wanna mess with you!"
Terrified, the thug ran in the opposite direction, never looking back. A little confused but forever grateful, the girl stood up and squinted into the darkness. She wasn't able to see her savior, but that didn't matter to her.
"Thank you, Spider-man! I really appreciate your help! Uhh swing safely?"
With that final note, the girl ran off. MJ poked her head around and saw that the coast was clear. She pulled off her hood and looked down at her wrist.
"I still can't believe a 14-year-old built this thing."
2 HOURS LATER
Quietly like he had done so many times before, Peter opened his apartment window and snuck in. The lights weren't off, but he spotted Mary Jane on their bed curled up underneath the covers. Smiling, he took off his mask and slowly tiptoed his way to her side. He brushed back some locks of her red head and kissed her on her forehead. Moments later, after a quick shower, Peter looked around the apartment noting how nice and tidy it was. Putting on some sweatpants, he crawled into bed and spooned MJ from behind. Despite his best efforts, he still gently woke her up by accident.
"Mmmm hey Tiger," she smiled relaxing into his arms.
"Hey MJ. Seems like you had quite the night."
"Ehh. Nothing super crazy. Studied a bit. Cleaned up the apartment. Then had dinner with Liz. No biggie."
"Uh huh. You sure nothing else happened?"
"Nope. Nothing super major."
"Mmm hmm. Ok."
"How was Spider-manning?"
"Good. Good. I ran out of web fluid though."
"Oh?"
"Yea. Between all the muggings, construction accidents yada yada I guess I just used up all my webbing. It reminded me of my original webshooter design."
"…..right."
"Yea. You'd probably call it ugly or clunky but to teenage me, it was the shit. A little bracelet that could take my webcartridges. I thought it was hip. There was one little issue though."
"And what would that be?"
"I don't think I designed the latch properly. It would always get stuck. Course I just used a bit of spider strength and popped it out, but it got annoying after a while. Plus, my new cartridges stored way more fluid than the original. And so innovation led to the retirement of webshooter 1.0."
"Ehhh right. Such a shame."
"Say, you wouldn't happen to know where webshooter 1.0 is, right?"
"Uhh nope. No idea!"
"Really?" he smirked, "So you didn't come across a box labeled for comics filled with old spider gadgets?"
"Peter, would I ever lie to you?" she asked using her most quiet and innocent voice she could muster.
"Is it weird that I do not believe you, Ms. Watson?" he asked huskily.
Pressing her closer to his body, Peter let his hands wander down MJ's side. Slowly and sensually, he glided his fingertips along her t-shirt. She quietly gasped as he moved past the shirt's hem and made his way down her bare legs. If she had known he was going to tease her like this, she would have put on some pants instead of just a pair of clean panties.
"You mean to tell me you cleaned this whole apartment and didn't come across my old gadget box? Not even once," he whispered as he blew cool air into her ear.
"N-nope. Never saw it," she squirmed.
"That's funny. Because I saw it when I came back for a refill."
"Uhhh."
"Mmm hmm. I was really surprised at how clean the place was. Dishes were washed. Laundry was collected. Thank you, Red. I really appreciate it."
"N-no problem, Tiger. Happy to he….OHHHH."
MJ trembled as Peter interrupted her by rubbing her pussy. Even though it was outside her panties, his fingers still worked wonders moving up and down and then in circles.
"I'll be sure to pitch in and clean up more from now on. I'm sorry to trouble you."
"I-it's ok, P-Peter. I-I d-don't mind cleaning up."
"Mmm hmm. Although, I was kinda confused as to why there was a webline on the ceiling. You wouldn't happen to know why, would you?"
"I-I uhhh n-noo?"
"Hmm. Really?"
"Nope. I have no ide-OH GOD."
Feeling mischievous, Peter slipped his hand under her panties for more direct contact. He revelled in the fact that she was already wet. His fingers slid up and down her moist slit while his thumb pressed itself onto her clit. By this point MJ had closed her legs with her thighs clasping his hand between them. Sensual teasing had become a war of attrition. There was no way she was going to admit what Peter wanted.
"F-fuck…" she squealed.
Well, that was before he stuck two of his fingers inside her.
"So you're saying you didn't play around with my old prototype before going to dinner with Liz? Not even a little bit?" he teased pumping his fingers in and out of her dripping pussy.
"I-I…"
"Seems a bit odd wouldn't you say?" he gently bit her ear as his fingers pressed upon her spot.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck….." she cried out.
"Hmm?"
"FUCK ALRIGHT ALRIGHT! IPUTONYOURWEBSHOOTERTOPLAYWITHITANDNOWITSSTUCKONMYWRISTANDIHADTOWEARITTODINNERWITHLIZ!"
"What was that?"
"PETER FOR FUCK'S SAKE LET ME COME!"
"Hahah ok ok."
With a chuckle, Peter flexed his hand and vigorously pumped in and out of MJ's pussy. She tensed up for a second before finally feeling relief as her orgasm rocked her body. Peter could feel her walls clamp down on his fingers. When it was all done, she opened her legs, releasing his hands. But Peter still gently rubbed her wet slit easing her down from her high. He hugged her close leaving little pepper kisses on her neck and head.
"You're so mean," she mumbled.
"Sorry. It was just a little too easy."
"Har har. If it makes you feel better, I stopped a mugging with webshooter 1.0."
"You did?! Are you ok?"
"You ask that after you finger me to death?"
"Well I mean I uh didn't have all the facts."
"Hehehe," she giggled rolling in his arms to face him, "And sometimes you're too easy."
"Ok ok haha. But seriously, what happened?"
"I was walking home, and a guy tried to rob a girl of her purse. Soooo I kinda hid in the shadows and used your webbing to yank his crowbar away. He thought I was Spider-man, so he just ran away. Problem solved."
"Damn. Mary Jane Watson you are the coolest person ever."
"I know. But I love hearing you say it."
"And I love you. But that was still incredibly dangerous. You could have been hurt."
"Peter, I'm fine. And I tried to look for cops, but there was no time. I just…I wanted to be like you. Strong and willing to help people."
"Mary Jane, you don't need to be me. You're already such a good person. It's in your heart, blood, and soul. You never need to prove anything, especially not to me. You just need to be Mary Jane Watson."
"Really?"
"Of course. Although admittedly I think you would've stepped in to help no matter what. I just ask you to be careful."
"Always, Tiger. It's sweet of you to care so much about me."
"Who said I was worried about you? I was worried you'd break my webshooter. That thing's an antique!"
"You jerk! Hahahaha," she playfully slapped him.
They soon leaned in to kiss. It didn't take long for their passions to ignite. She swung her leg around to half straddle him and he eagerly pressed his hand on her ass. Their tongues met in the middle and danced their familiar routines allowing them to taste each other. They were lost in their own little world simply enjoying each other's company and love. Wanting to get back at Peter for all his teasings, her hand traveled south and almost made it the waistband of his sweatpants. However, he gripped her wrist tightly and laughed when he felt the lines of the webshooter.
"Ah ah ah. And what do you think you're doing, Ms. Watson?"
"I thought I'd return the favor a bit."
"Hmm there's just one little issue we need to resolve though," he smirked as his thumb pressed on a spot on the webshooter.
"And what would that be?"
"Did the pretty lady study effectively while I was gone?" he asked as a click could be heard from the gadget.
"I-well I did my best!"
"Mmm hmm," he raised an eyebrow as he removed the webshooter and tossed it onto the floor, "So then you'd be able to tell me which form of nitrogen is most used by plants for development and growth, right?"
"Uhhh," MJ wondered aloud as she rubbed her newly freed wrist, "Is it….ammonia?"
"Ooof sorry, Red. Thanks for playing. Unfortunately, I only have sex with good girls who study hard."
With that, he kissed her forehead and rolled away turning his back to her.
"Wait…you're just gonna finger me and then call it a night?!"
"Yup. Pretty much."
Annoyed, she grabbed his shoulder and pulled him so that he was lying on his back. Once that was done, MJ straddled his waist and took off her shirt.
"So you're saying you don't want any part of this or this?" she grabbed his hands and placed each on a bare breast.
"Hmm you make a compelling argument."
"C'mon now Tiger. Spending time with a bad girl every now and then isn't sooo bad," she purred as her hips grinded into his groin.
"Well, I guess I can make an exception this one time…"
AN: Hey everyone! I hope you all are enjoying the summer! I'm so sorry for taking forever to update. My semester ended in May and I immediately went on a month long vacation out of the country. I meant to post something before leaving, but I lost track of time. I was able to write a bit on the plane though! Hopefully this chapter is up to par for yall. I decided to throw in a more MJ centric chapter for funsies. I also want to admit that I don't necessarily have a planned out plot for this fic. I see it more as a series of fun events in a canonical timeline of sorts. There's like a general direction, but it's kinda a place for me to produce fluffy slice of life stuff with sprinkles of Spider-man here and there. Doing so helps me balance my Gundam Seed and Nightwing fics which admittedly I do sorta kinda have plans for with overarching plots and whatnot. So yea, I hope this direction for the fic is ok with yall. I promise I do have plans with Gwen moving forward as we continue with Peter and MJ's freshman year at college. But please remember, this is a Peter/MJ fic. Anywho, I hope you enjoyed the read and I shall post as soon as I can! Thank you all for the support. If you enjoy Young Justice and need some Nightwing/Zatanna moments, feel free to check out How to Be Chalant. And if you like Gundam Seed (and loved the new Seed Freedom movie!) please swing over to The Pink Princess and her Prince!
And as always, be sure to read and support brooklynvtc and her story Spider-Who? .
Till next time friends!