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arizelly2016-10-08 02:43 pm
interloping) wrote in arizelly2016-10-08 02:43 pm( peter & mj )
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interloping) wrote in arizelly2016-10-08 02:43 pm
one.
[ Peter understands what it means to be Spider-Man, the amount of time it takes away from his life spent as Peter Parker. It's a responsibility, his responsibility, and it's a priority too, but one that he's continued to struggle with while making an attempt to balance it with the rest of his life unmasked.
Spider-Man slips in through the window at around three-thirty in the morning, sore and bruised and more than a little dirty from fighting off two or three of New York's finest goons. He pulls the mask from his face, only seeing Mary Jane in the living room because the side-lamp is still on, filling the small space of their crappy shared apartment with its dim yellow glow. She's on the couch, curled up and asleep, the barest of frowns creasing her perfectly sculpted eyebrows, pursing her lips. He leans in, wanting to touch her but not wanting to disturb her either. She shouldn't be here. She should be in bed, sleeping a proper night's sleep. What is she even doing here anyway? Was she waiting up for him?
He reaches over her to tug at the afghan folded over the headboard of the couch, pulling it loose to cover her.
The most important person in his life, the person he loves most in the world, and she's the one he hurts the most by never being there when he should be. How could he ever think to marry her, be with her for the rest of his life when he worries her like this? When there's a very real chance that there might be a day he doesn't come back home.
This isn't what a hero is, this isn't what a hero should do. ]
I'm sorry I'm late.
[ He whispers, leaning in to press the lightest kiss against her temple. ]
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But with understanding doesn't always come satisfaction. Because it's not always fun to wait alone in an empty apartment. She's happy when he's here, but when he's not β it's complicated.
At least tonight her rehearsal runs late, which makes for a good distraction. Even if she's rolling her eyes behind the scenes at another damsel role; she takes what she can get. Once she's home, she keeps the script in her lap for memorization, killing another quiet hour in their shack, and by the time she's almost done with her third read, she manages to doze off.
Until there's the familiar rustle, soft and stealthy, but too common ground that it's become her alarm clock, rousing her slowly. And then his voice, gentle. His lips, warm.
With eyes still closed, ] Are you? Didn't even notice. [ The sarcasm is easily spotted in her tone, but the subtle rise of a smirk displays the usual playfulness in the routine, as unpleasing as it is. ]
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Even half-asleep, with that small twist in her lips, she's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, ever known. He brushes a strand of her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. ]
Hey, MJ. Sorry for waking you.
[ Again. ]
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She gives a yawn, quickly covering it with a closed fist before her eyes blink partially open, looking him over.
Of course she's checking him for injuries. That's always the first thing. ]
If you were off fighting intergalactic threats, you can get a free pass. Anything less than that and you gotta pay up, tiger.
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He watches her study him, aware of how grimy, dirty and dusty he must look. His costume needs a good laundering, and he could use a hot shower.
But who could resist flirting a little with his girlfriend? ]
Oh, yeah? What kinda payment are we talking, here?
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But she knows the importance of this. She knows what she can't ask of him.
Luckily, he isn't too bad today even if she could tell it was a bit of a rougher night in comparison to his other nights out. ]
Well. [ She shifts up on her elbow, twisting to face him a little better as she keeps her eyes focused on his face. Dark eyes, sharp chin, smooth lips. A finger rises to caress the line of his jaw, lifting to slide across the length of aforementioned lip, her own body leaning in closer. ]
A load of laundry would be a good start. Bathroom could use a shine too. You got good arm strength to really scrub into that tub.
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[ Peter almost, almost laughs.
His mouth quirks into a smile that eventually becomes a small, indulgent grin. He reaches out to twirl a lock of her hair around his finger before pushing it back behind her ear; just one of those subconscious acts of endearment. ]
Yeah, okay. I guess that's a fair deal. My lack of intergalactic threats was very telling tonight.
two.
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Can't go wrong with that.
Or there's this new cookbook I got for Christmas that looks like it's got some potential winners.
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Tough choice, hmmmmmm.
2/2
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Danger it is!
Tasty danger.
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(But yeah.
Definitely.)
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I'm not going for expert mode this time.
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I'll go easy on you this time, tiger. Give it your best shot.
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I won't let you or your stomach down.
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Currently chasing a scoop but come by my place in an hour?
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Anything interesting?
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[ aka just MJ doing dangerous deeds again, no biggie. ]
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You need back-up you say the word, MJ.
[ Here is Peter Parker, boyfriend for the second time, trying to be supportive and protective while internally freaking out. ]
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I'll give you a ring if the situation starts to look sticky. You can make them stickier with some webs.
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[ Looks like he passed that test. Not making MJ mad at him while also being protective is the goal here. ]