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No one is talking. No one has moved in what feels like a thousand years, even if MJ knows it can’t have been more than a minute. Her arms are getting heavy with the weight of the brownies and the shame of what she’s spoken to May about.
The tension is so thick it’s almost suffocating her and she just needs it to break, to be able to breathe properly for just a moment. Maybe it will all be fine.
“These are for you,” MJ says, her voice breaking as she holds her arms out slightly.
May looks at her with an expression MJ has never had directed at her before, it makes her swallow and pull the brownies closer to her chest. She doesn’t love it.
“How dare you,” May starts, her voice low but not angry. More disappointed.
MJ is about to defend herself and tell May this is all one big understanding because she’s never been in love like she is right now. She’s never wanted to spend all of her time with one person as she does with Peter. That she’s never met anyone’s parents before and the thought always made her want to throw herself from the window but she came here willingly.
But Peter beats her to it.
“May,” he gasps, standing closer to Michelle. He takes the tray from her arms, placing it on the kitchen counter. “What - please don’t talk to Em like that.”
“Em?” she says, her brows higher than her spectacles. “Oh, it’s Em, is it?”
“Cute.” And everyone spins to look at Liv, who’s spoken for the first time since they got here.
“Don’t you even think about it,” Peter seethes, pushing MJ behind him like Liv’s about to attack her or something.
“Oh, Peter. Aren’t we over that?” she asks in a sickly sweet voice that suggests she doesn't like Peter at all. Peter storms over, his body closer to her than MJ has seen him get to anyone before. His arms are tensed and his face is furrowed and if this were any other situation, she’d probably be clenching her thighs together.
But this is less than ideal, so she moves over towards May.
“Why doesn’t Liv like Peter?” MJ whispers, remembering back to their conversations about it and MJ can see why May was nervous about introducing them now.
“Oh no,” May says, immediately spinning to face her. “We’re not talking about that. We’re talking about you taking advantage of my nephew.”
“I’m not taking advantage of Peter,” MJ replies, her cheeks warming with the accusation.
“You said and I quote,” May starts, her hands flailing. “You weren’t in love!”
“May,” MJ groans, her head pounding because she can half hear May and half thinks Peter and Liv might actually be about to throw hands at each other.
She’s pretty sure Peter is mad because Liv tried to electrocute him - but that can’t be right.
She’s pulled back from their bickering by May loudly recounting things MJ has said about Peter that make her want to seep into the floor.
“In fact what I think you said is he has a killer tongue but you don’t do love.”
“May!” she admonishes, thinking she could probably warm the brownies on her cheeks. She wants to say May told her the same about Liv but she can’t get it out around the mortification lingering down her throat.
“You told my aunt about - what?” Peter says, seemingly able to pick up their conversation while borderline in a headlock.
“Oh. So he doesn’t know you’re just using him for sex?” May asks.
“ Just sex?” he asks, looking straight at Michelle, and her heart is in a vice with the way his voice breaks and his eyebrows furrow.
She wants to tell him that she was just scared to tell May the truth because then it felt like something she could lose. That she’s been in love with him longer than is reasonable because everything about him is good and exciting and makes her feel things she never thought possible.
But May is staring at her with an annoyed look on her face, and Liv has an expression she can’t decipher. Peter looks like she’s betrayed him and she just wants to shout that this is all way too new for her to know how it works.
That if she'd known May was his aunt she wouldn’t have said like sixty seven percent of the things she did. That if she knew his face could look like that - and it would be her fault - she would have told him she loves him the second she figured it out.
“Michelle?” he asks.
And she goes to open her mouth but nothing comes out. All the ways she’s dreamt about telling him lodged in her throat. She loves him, she knows that - she thought he might have an inkling about it.
But it doesn’t matter. He’s out the door, slamming it behind him as he goes before she manages to say a word.
“Fuck,” she groans, her throat tightening. “ Fuck .”
“Well that could have gone better,” Liv says, her words joking but her face is serious. MJ doesn't know what her issue is with Peter or vice versa, but it seems like she genuinely wants to get to know him. If only for May.
And Michelle realises that she won’t find out what their problem is if she doesn’t go after Peter. If she doesn’t tell him everything. And she’s scared and her heart is thumping way too loud but he’s worth it. She’s known that since the first night. Since she broke her first rule.
“I have to go,” she says.
“Michelle,” May says, a warning tone to her voice.
“May,” she replies, her eyes watering as she faces the door.
“That is my son. If you’re not -”
“You might not trust me,” MJ interrupts. “But you know me. I’m not a horrible person. I’m not here to trick Peter, I never wanted to hurt him. I just - I didn’t tell you before because if I said it out loud it seemed like something I could lose,” she says, looking over at May and seeing her features soften.
“If I was honest and told you there was someone I want to spend the rest of my life with, then it was something that could disappear. And it has. He’s gone. And - I was just - I wanted to be able to tell Peter first. I wanted him to know how insanely in love with him I am. But I was terrified - I am terrified,” she sniffs, wiping the stray tears from her eyes.
“And you’re right, I don’t do love. I’ve never done it before because there was no one I ever wanted to let get that close to me - to have the power to break my heart. But Peter didn’t even need to try. From the first night May, God. I - you might not trust me, but I love him. And I want to tell him. He deserves to know, even if all this was too much. Even if he doesn’t want me anymore,” she says, her voice breaking on the last word. On the realisation that he might not want anything to do with her.
“I have to go,” she repeats, no longer waiting for permission. She leaves her jacket, and she has no idea where she put her bag but it doesn’t matter. She can get them later. She just needs to find Peter.
MJ throws the door open, turns the corner and slams straight into something so hard it almost knocks her to the ground. But there are arms around her before her legs can collapse like deck chairs.
“Fu -”
“Are you okay?”
“Peter?”
“Hey,” he replies, a sheepish look on his face but he doesn’t drop his arms from her waist. “I was uh - I wasn’t - I couldn’t leave you there with Liv she’s -”
“I love you,” she blurts out. It’s uncool, it’s a little desperate but she’s beyond caring. She’s expecting to see apprehension across his face but his eyes widen slightly and he just looks really happy. He leans in slowly, his nose brushing hers, his lips so close she can practically taste him.
“I know,” he whispers, cutting off her exclamation with his tongue in her mouth. It’s easy to lace her arms around his neck and let him pull her against his body - it’s so easy that she forgets to worry about the fact he hasn’t said it back. She doesn’t care that they’re in the corridor when he backs her against the wall, the kiss turning frantic as he sucks on her lip. It’s only when she feels him against her stomach that she thinks she should calm down, but then his hands are at her thighs, lifting her until she’s wrapped around his waist and she’s never really able to think when he has her like this.
“How -” she gasps as he kisses her jaw.
“I’m Spider-Man,” he replies with a shrug, sucking hard at the spot on her neck that makes her shiver. "Super hearing, remember?"
“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense,” she replies, feeling lightheaded. She should probably feel embarrassed that he heard everything she said. About how she was in love with him quicker than she ever thought possible. How he’s been the only thing on her mind since the first night they were together. But she can’t find it in herself to care.
“I love you,” she repeats, the only thing she can say, the only thing running through her mind right now is how much she loves him. Like a dam has broken and she's been swept away in its flow. She threads her hands through his hair as he trails his lips down her neck.
“Em -”
The door opens with a click that stops their movements in their tracks and MJ hopes to death that it’s a random neighbour. But then -
“I see you two made up,” May says, humour in her tone but MJ can’t be sure she’s laughing because she can’t bear to look at her.
“I dunno why you’re looking so scandalised May,” Peter says and she can hear the smile in his voice even with her face buried against his neck. “Apparently this is something MJ would tell you about over cocktails at lunchtime.”
“Peter,” MJ groans, nipping against his neck as May laughs.
“I’ll give you a moment. Are you going to come back in?” May asks, the hope evident in her tone.
Peter rubs his thumbs against MJ’s thighs but doesn’t say yes. He doesn’t say no either.
“Can we have a minute?” MJ asks, finally moving out from Peter’s neck. May only smiles at her, a small roll of her eyes. The door clicks closed but Peter doesn’t drop her legs. He only settles against her, his head on her shoulder as he sighs.
“Wanna talk about it?” she asks, pressing her lips to the crown of his head. MJ has deduced that Liv was probably a villain at some point, what with her and Peter almost clawing each other's eyes out and the vague threats of tearing the other apart. So she doesn’t want to tell Peter what to do - but she wants to be here to help.
“Wanna fuck in the corridor instead?” he replies, biting her shoulder with no enthusiasm whatsoever.
“You know I’d let you do whatever you wanted to me,” she whispers, her fingers playing with the ends of his hair. “But the brownies took me ages and I think we should eat some.”
“You bought them on the way here,” he laughs.
“And it took me ages to decide on the flavour, arsehole,” she jokes, feeling all the better when he pulls back to look at her. His brows are fluffy from where they rubbed against her sweater and his hair is a mess and that’s probably her fault.
“I just - Liv is dangerous and I know she’s probably changed. People are capable of change,” he grumbles. “I dunno, maybe sixteen year old me is still butthurt she kicked my arse,” he huffs.
“People can and do change but if you - fuck,” she yelps as Peter’s eyes go wide and he drops her legs to the floor. She stumbles a little into his chest, but ultimately can’t really go anywhere. She wonders what epiphany he had about Liv to make him look at her like this.
“Peter, are you -”
“I love you.”
“What?” she replies, her smile splitting her face in half at the spark in his eye.
“I love you. I just - I realised that I hadn’t told you yet and fuck Liv and fuck whatever else,” he says, his voice low as his hands cup the back of her head. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she says, pulling her lower lip between her teeth, though he kisses it free anyway. The kiss is slow and it’s deep and it’s everything he needs to do if he actually wants her to fuck him in this corridor.
“Pete,” she moans, though it’s meant to be a warning - even if she’s not sure what it’s a warning for.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” he gasps as he grabs a handful of her arse, pulling her against him and she can feel how she’s affecting him. She lets him run his hands across her body and she lets him map the roof of her mouth with his tongue and she’ll let him do whatever he wants forever.
“Ugh,” he groans, his forehead coming to rest against hers. “We should go back in.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I trust May and I want her to be happy,” he sighs.
“You’re the best guy, Pete,” MJ says, placing her lips against his forehead, his cheekbone, his ear.
“Besides,” she whispers, then, “if she annoys you we can buy her an ugly vase for Hanukkah and watch her face as she tries to say it’s nice.”
Peter laughs as he wraps his arms around her. The hug is a little on the tight side but she’s getting used to it. He walks them the four steps to his aunt's door, MJ’s feet brushing the floor slightly.
“Em.”
“Yeah?” she replies as Peter knocks on the door and sets her down at the same time.
“You’re the best thing in my life.”
“That was nice,” she says, her shoulders shooting up to her ears when they step onto the sidewalk, the late-night chill cutting through the thin top she wore to dinner.
“Yeah,” Peter replies, then, “well - it wasn’t at first. I hope May isn’t too mad at my behaviour.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, besides, she knew what might happen when she asked you to go over without warning you. We talked about it at brunch,” she says with a slight shiver.
“Ughhhh, I can’t believe you spoke to my aunt about me - about our sex life,” he grumbles, though it’s playful.
“I only said nice things,” she replies. “Be lucky I didn’t know she knew about Spidey. I could have told her about the time you webbed me -”
“Okay!” he exclaims. “You’re such a menace.”
“Yeah, but you love me,” she says with a smile, watching him smile back with ease. She was worried that being around Liv would be too much but it turns out their altercation was so long ago that Peter truly seems ready to give her a second chance. At least she didn’t try and choke him with a mechanical arm.
“Let’s go bug boy,” she says, stepping up her pace when the cold air hits her. She moves her hand around looking for him, but she doesn’t find it. Instead, she sees him unbuttoning his shirt, his black t-shirt which he looks insane in underneath, but she knows it won’t keep him warm at all.
“It’s okay,” she says, biting back a shiver as he pulls the shirt off his shoulders. “I’m not that cold.”
He rolls his eyes at her as if there would ever be a way he’d let her get away without taking it.
“Pete, I don’t want it,” she laughs, backing away from him, his eyes dark as he follows her.
“I’ll catch you,” he whispers, his words turning her on more than is reasonable. She'd always let him catch her anyway, so she doesn’t complain when he’s in front of her, her back against the wall of the building and she’s glad New Yorkers don’t care to watch what other people are doing.
“You’ll get cold,” she replies, her fingers against his chest and she feels warm as his eyes roam over her body.
“MJ,” he says, his lips lingering against hers. “I’d willingly die for you, I can be a little cold.”
“You’re so dramatic, it’s July,” she replies, though her heart beats faster at the surety in his words. She thinks maybe if he keeps talking like that she won't need his coat. She goes to kiss him, but he moves away and she rolls her eyes as he drapes the shirt around her shoulders.
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
“I’d love you a little more if you kissed me,” she jokes, her smile barely forming before he’s on her. His tongue in her mouth, his hands in her hair. He nips at her lip and she pulls him closer to her, her hands gripping his biceps.
“I love you,” he gasps, his lips against her again before she can tell him she loves him back. But as he moans against her tongue and his hands tighten around her waist - she thinks he knows.
“Take me home,” she whispers down his throat.
“Yeah, yeah okay. Do you want to come to mine?” he asks, the nervousness in his eyes something she thinks is cute but unnecessary.
“Always.”
“So this is your place,” she says, walking around and letting her finger linger on things for no reason other than she can.
“Yep,” he replies, standing near the door with his hands deep in his pockets as she looks around his studio. She wonders if he thinks she’ll care that it's smaller than hers, but he doesn’t seem like the type. But she’s waiting till her eyes fall on the item that’s making him bounce on the balls of his feet.
“It’s nice,” she says, willing his brows to lower back to their natural state. His apartment is perfectly Peter. There are lego models on shelves next to books she doesn’t think he’s opened before. The couch looks comfy and there’s a can of polish on the table so he clearly cleaned up for her and she smiles at him planning this before he’s even asked her. She spins around again because he hasn’t moved and she’s wondering if there’s a secret room filled with sex toys that he's waiting for her to find.
But she’s not sure where it would be, she can see everything in the apartment from here. The bed she wants to throw him on, the bathroom where the shower looks adequately big enough for both of them, the kitchen which is -
Oh.
She walks over to the fridge and she catches Peter stock still in her peripheral vision. But she can’t look away from the photograph stuck to the door with a magnet he bought when they went to the museum the other day.
It’s of them, but mainly her. His arm is stretched out in front of them and half his face is covered with her hair, but she can see his smile anyway. She remembers him taking the photo when they were in the park - it’s even her phone screen. She just never thought that he’d think to get it printed.
“I uh - sometimes I get home too late to call and I can’t drop by your place at three am. Or my phone dies on patrol and I just really want to see you.”
She’ll tell him later that he can always go to hers after patrol, she’ll leave the window open for him. And she doesn’t care when he calls, as long as he tells her he loves her before he hangs up.
“So erm, I got it printed and I’m always in the fridge so it just - Em?”
She turns to him then, walking over as she sees his wide eyes and pink cheeks like he thinks she might find this weird. Like him printing a picture of her out to put on his fridge so he can look when he misses her isn’t the cutest thing she’s ever heard. Like she isn’t filling that thought away for their wedding vows.
“I can’t believe you didn’t print out one for me,” she murmurs as she presses her lips to his, her hands against his neck.
“I have a stack in my bedside drawer,” he shudders as she pulls on his lip with her teeth.
“For your spank bank?” she asks, moving to suck on his neck as he chokes out a laugh.
“I don’t need pictures for that,” he replies, spinning them until her back hits the door, his hands immediately everywhere, the feel of his fingertips under her top making her shiver.
“I can imagine you perfectly, the sounds you make when I do this,” he whispers, and she moans lightly when he ghosts his fingers across her nipples.
“I can imagine the way you feel when I touch you,” he says, his hand dipping under the waistband of her leggings, his fingers sliding against her cunt with ease as she grasps at his forearm. He flicks over her clit, his fingers lingering as he pulls his hand out of her pants. His fingers are slick with how embarrassingly wet she gets for him and he holds her gaze as he runs them across her mouth.
“And I can imagine what you taste like,” he says as he moves his lips against hers, his tongue licking her lips clean.
“Peter,” she moans, her hands pulling tightly at his hair. She wants to tell him to fuck her but she can’t get the words out as he sucks at her lip. But it doesn’t matter, he always knows.
“How do you want it?” he asks, so clearly desperate to give her whatever she wants.
“I want you to bend me over,” she says, pulling at the waistband of his jeans, fumbling for the button when he all but growls at her.
He lifts her easily, his hands against her thighs as he walks them to the bed. He drops her with a bounce and she’d be happy to spend her whole life looking up at him. MJ sits up, her hands reaching for his waistband as she looks down at her.
“You first,” he says, moving her hands from his jeans and pushing her back against the mattress. He wraps one hand around both of her wrists, moving them until they’re above her head.
He kisses her neck, sucking against her throat as he grinds against her, only stopping to pull her top over her head.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he says, voice full of awe like this is the first time he’s seen her. She wiggles her hips and he smirks at her.
“I’m getting there,” he laughs.
He moves to lick down her stomach, stopping to look up at her once before he pulls her panties and leggings off in one swipe.
“I wanna try something,” she says as he brushes his lips against her inner thigh, licking her slit enough for her to feel it but not enough to satisfy the ache.
“What’s that?” he asks, stripping himself off his clothes, his eyes growing dark as she moves a hand to play with her clit.
He’s on her immediately, his hands buried in her hair as he slides his dick along her wetness.
“Fuck,” she moans as his tip knocks against her clit. He spins so he’s slightly on his side, his fingers moving between her legs as his tongue slips into her mouth.
“What is it?”
“I’m on the pill,” she says, a nervousness creeping up her spine because she’s never wanted to be this close to someone - to have nothing separating them. But she desperately wants it with Peter.
“Uh huh,” he says, dipping his fingers into her, hitting the perfect spot as usual.
“Peter, fuck - yeah. So if you want we can -”
His eyes widen when he figures out what she’s talking about but then a smile blossoms on his face.
“Yeah? Are you sure?” he asks, his fingers slowing as he looks at her.
“Yeah,” she replies, guiding his fingers from her cunt to her mouth instead. She pulls them in with her tongue, sucking the tips while his eyes roll back.
“Em,” he moans when she slips her own index finger in alongside his and starts slowly moving them in and out of her mouth. Peter pulls his fingers from her mouth, moving to pin her hands above her head again, as he leans down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. It’s all tongues and teeth in a way that makes every nerve in her body feel like it’s on fire.
Michelle moves her free hand to play with her clit and he laughs, “am I not satisfying you, sweetheart?”
“You always deliver, baby,” she gasps when he looks down at her. “I’m just waiting for you to use your strength to fuck me.”
He smiles at her, ducking to lick at her jaw, kissing his way down her neck and to her chest. She looks at him and he’s already looking up at her as he licks over her nipple and she bites her lip to soften her moans, unaware of how touchy Peter’s neighbours are. He crawls back up her body, sucking at her pulse point when she thrusts against him.
“Get on your knees,” he whispers
She barely has time to smirk before his arm wraps around her waist to flip her over onto her stomach. He settles between her legs, lazily brushing his lips to her shoulder blade, and she feels content with his body weight against her.
She sighs and relaxes into the comforter as he moves his hands down the sides of her ribcage. Pulling up when he gets to her hips, Peter moves with her.
She loves him like this, the way he trusts himself with her body. The way she can so easily trust him with her pleasure, as she moves to grip the sheets already even though he’s barely touching her. She feels him shuffle backwards as he lifts her arse up, her chest against the mattress.
He bites lightly across her hips, down towards her arse. She knows she can trust him with her heart, and her spare hand reaches for him in the dark. She finds him, and he rests her fingers against his thigh. She’d be disappointed if this didn’t mean he was going to put his fingers to better use.
“You good?” he asks, his thumbs rubbing against her ass as he presses his lips to the tail of her spine.
“Wanna ask how my week was as well?” she asks, voice shaky with anticipation. “Or are we-”
She cuts herself off with a guttural moan as she feels his tongue slowly lick from the base of her spine to her clit.
"Jesus, Em," he groans as she arches her back.
"I want it."
"What? You can have it just tell me," he pleads.
"Everything. Everything you've got, give it to me."
She grips the sheets as he pushes in slowly, he leans his forehead between her shoulder blades with a groan as he slips in with little resistance. He gives her a second to adjust, though she doesn’t need it.
“Peter, please,” she whimpers. “Fuck me.”
She feels him run his tongue along her spine as he slowly thrusts into her. She moves her hand to the pillow her head rests on, gripping it as he thrusts into her, fast and rough in her favourite way. He has one hand against her hip, keeping her from moving up the bed with each perfectly angled slide of his dick. His other hand ghosts along her back, his fingers cupping around her ribcage and over her shoulder until it comes to rest around her throat.
She knows he can hear her deep breaths and feel the way she’s pushing her hips back to meet him, and that he knows he’s not giving her enough. But she doesn’t have to ask him again before he's pounding into her with a relentless pace, her breath haggard as she bites on the pillow.
“How are you doing, baby?” he asks, his hand slipping from her neck and running across her back. It’s sweet and he’s cute, but she wants all of him right now.
“More,” she gasps.
“Em -”
“Peter, I trust you,” she moans, pushing her hips back to meet him. She’s not sure if it’s her words or he’s as close as she is and needs more himself, but he lifts himself higher on his knees and grips her hips, fucking her into the mattress until her eyes roll back and she’s incoherently mumbling his name.
“So good, you’re so - fuck.” She shoves her hand under her body, flicking at her clit with no semblance of rhythm but it works for her. It really works for her.
Peter swipes his hands down to her arse and grabs at her cheek, making her clench around him. He groans as she imagines sweat dripping down his brow and his lip between her teeth. She misses his face.
“Do it again,” she says. He does, his hand borderline caressing her arse with how light he taps her.
“Harder,” she gasps, her fingers swiping messily over her clit as she feels her orgasm build.
He spanks her with a growl and she feels the pressure against her cunt as he continues thrusting against her.
“I’m so -” she pleads as she squirms beneath him. So he spanks her again and she cries out as her orgasm hits, feeling utterly blissed as he grabs handfuls of her arse to follow after her.
He collapses against her as she flops to the bed, and her hips ache slightly at the position. His dick is still twitching inside her as he digs his thumbs into the muscles of her hips, telling her he’ll run a shower for her in a second.
“That was amazing,” she says, panting as she looks for his hand. He gives it to her, pressing kisses against her sweaty back.
“You’re amazing.”
In the end, Peter carries her to the bathroom and she lets him while she kisses his shoulder.
“I love you,” she says, the exhaustion seeping into her bones and she wonders how gross it will be if she doesn’t shower right now. She figures almost as gross as not having her toothbrush with her because she anticipated staying at her place.
But Peter turns the shower on, the steam instantly filling the bathroom and the aches in her muscles are already relaxing thinking about standing under the water. He passes her a pink toothbrush and she frowns at it and him.
“I, er, picked it up at the store today,” he says, clearing his throat.
“For me?”
“Obviously,” he huffs out, his gaze flicking over her face. “I was going to ask you to stay over and I knew you went out this morning to pick up brownies and you wouldn’t have time to go home so I just grabbed one.”
“Can I leave it here?” she asks, smiling at his cute pink cheeks.
“Of course, yeah. And if you - if you wanted to leave anything else that’s okay as well.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I cleared a drawer for you,” he replies, running his hand through his hair.
“What if I want to bring my book collection?” she teases, walking towards him until she can wrap her arms around his neck.
“I’ll make space for you,” he whispers, moving her hair behind her ear. “Though I’ll have to bring my PlayStation to your place, it already takes up half my shelf space, Em.”
She giggles at him knowing she really doesn’t mind if he brings everything he owns, as long as it means she doesn't have to sleep without him anymore.
“That’s okay, I love you and your stuff.”
“I love you . Now get in the shower or I’ll send you the water bill.”
She falls asleep the second her head hits the pillow, her hair piled high into a bun after it got drenched as Peter fucked her against the bathroom tiles.
But sleep only lasts so long as she is woken up by Peter moaning in his sleep. She opens her eyes with a lazy smile, wondering how he could possibly be horny again but as she does her heart stutters. Because his brows are furrowed and his face is sweaty and he’s gripping the duvet so tight she’s surprised it’s not ripped.
“Hey," she tries, though it does nothing to stop the pained look on his face. He’s never had a nightmare at her place and she wonders how often he has them here. She expects this to be a part of his life, with the way he spoke about Spider-Man last night.
“Peter,” she says a little louder, moving up on her elbow while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. It can’t be later than three am, so they’ve only been asleep about an hour.
“Pete,” she says again, moving to touch his shoulder in the hopes it wakes him up, but she doesn’t manage to lay a finger on him before he’s spun over and has her wrists pinned above her head, his face shrouded in confusion as he blinks sleepily at her. It doesn’t hurt - he’s barely touching her at all - but she knows she wouldn’t be able to move unless he let her.
“Holy shit,” she exclaims, more at the fast movement than actually being annoyed at their positioning.
“MJ?” Peter asks, fingers flexing as he keeps her arms above her head.
“Yeah, just me,” she replies. “You weren’t kidding about the pinning me thing, huh?”
“Oh my god,” he says, releasing her and getting off the bed. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t - I had a nightmare and I’m -”
“It’s okay,” she responds truthfully.
He nods his head but the look on his face suggests he doesn’t believe her.
“Peter, come here,” she says, watching as his eyes flick over her face. He does as she asks, though he perches at the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor.
She crawls over to him, straddling his waist when she’s close enough. He lets his hands fall to her hips, though he avoids her eye line.
“Hey,” she whispers, her hands running through his hair. He looks up at her and the hurt in his eyes clutches at her chest, so she presses her lips to her forehead.
“Hey. I’m so -”
She cuts him off with a kiss. "We all have nightmares."
"Em -”
"Pete, it's okay. You're just a human."
"Yeah," he whispers, looking at her with a devotion she doesn’t deserve but will gladly take from him.
“I don’t - I’ve never had someone stay here. I should have told you about the nightmares, I’m really sorry.”
“I forgive you,” she says easily.
He smiles at her, his entire face lighting up when she smiles back. The way he looks at her makes her feel hot even though she’s naked in the middle of the night, and she feels her stomach clench when she drops her eyes to his lap and he's already half hard.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he replies, his hands moving up and down her back. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Wanna show me how beautiful you think I am?” she asks, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she pushes him back onto the bed.
“Anything for you,” he replies, flipping them over, kissing her softly as he guides the head of his cock against her cunt. It’s slow and it’s deep and it’s everything she wants from him in the middle of the night.
MJ wraps her legs around his waist, her hands tight around his shoulders as they move with each other with ease. She’s not even anticipating having another orgasm, she just likes the feel of him moving against her. And she thinks he feels the same as he shallowly pumps his hips, the drag of his length making her moan softly.
But Peter is nothing if not attentive and he plants his hand next to hers as he speeds up, bottoming out with every stroke as she clenches against him. The change in his position has him grinding against her clit and she feels the tingle in the base of her spine, her toes curl and her thighs clenching as the pressure builds.
“You got another one for me, baby?” he asks, his lips against her temple.
“Anything for you,” she gasps as he picks up his pace. He mutters filthy things into her ear and he lets her rake her fingers across his back, but in the end, what sets her over the edge is the look in his eyes.
“Fuck,” she silently screams her back arching against him as follows her, his hips stuttering.
“I love you. I love you so much.”
“I love you,” she replies, her legs lax against the mattress as he slowly pulls out of her. She needs to pee, but she’ll settle for a few minutes of just lying here, listening to their heartbeats as he pulls her back against his chest.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he mumbles against her shoulder blade.
“Peter?”
“Mmm,” he replies, sleepy as anything.
“It’s my dad’s birthday next weekend and there’s a family party or whatever,” she says, swallowing her nerves. Peter loves her. She knows he does. “Would you want to come with me?”
“Yes,” he says definitively. “How many members of your family will be there?” he asks, his heart thumping against her back.
“All of them… maybe like fifty people I’d guess.”
“Uh-huh, and how many of them know about me?”
“None,” she cringes, hoping he won’t be too offended she’s thwarted all her mother’s questions about what she’s been up to.
“Guess we better find a good gift to take then,” he replies, pressing his lips against the nape of her neck.
“Hey, do you remember when we first met?” he whispers a few minutes later, playing with a stray curl that escaped her bun.
“Of course,” she replies, spinning to face him.
“You told me I was cheesy.”
“It’s true.”
“Mmm, you also told me the love of my life could have been the girl I went on a date with,” he says, brushing his lips to her collarbone and she’s not sure where he’s going with this but she loves him enough to let him say it anyway.
“I think I said you were cheesy for saying I was the love of your life,” she mumbles as his thumb runs along her bottom lip.
“But I was right, you are,” he says, his hand against the back of her neck as he suppresses a grin.
“It’s still cheesy,” she laughs, her feet interlocking with his.
“But you’re in love with me anyway?”
“But I’m in love with you anyway,” she says, rolling them over to look down at his smirk.
“Like, crazy stupid in love with me?”
“You’re insufferable,” she groans, as he pulls her down for a kiss.
“I’m yours,” he whispers down her throat. And MJ doesn’t like the notion that people belong to anyone else. But as he flips them over, kissing down her chest as the sun starts to rise, the light seeping through his curtains, she finds that she really doesn’t mind being his at all.