arizelly | ( peter & mj )

[ She knows the routine. And while it's not ideal, it's become a bit of the status quo in the lives of Peter and Mary Jane. Because she knows what he's doing and why, how he's taken on all the responsibility he can carry, due to an all-too big heart and that overwhelming sweetness that clasped her all too quickly, all too tightly.

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 — 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. ]

[ Peter huffs a soft laugh, still crouched at MJ's eye-level.

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. ]

[ She squirms where she lays, finally noticing the warmth on her shoulders and hips from a soft and almost weightless cover. Even with his night long absence, he still manages to pull a cute one on her.

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.

[ Peter raises an eyebrow.

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?

[ To be fair, she's seen him in worse shape. Nights where she swears he might have been hiding a broken bone or two, definitely cracked ribs and far too much blood that even the red of his costume couldn't hide. Those were the nights where she wanted this to stop, for him to choose one side, for him to choose Peter Parker. That was when things were desperate.

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.

Clean-up duty?

[ 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.

( peter & mj )

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