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New Views by EnsignAbby
She stared at him across the table, slowly twirling her spaghetti around her fork lost in thought. She wondered how she didn't notice it sooner. Everything pointed to it. The late arrivals, the fight during Senior year, but most especially his kiss... to not notice that Peter and Spiderman's kiss were the same was to be an idiot.
He blushed a bit at her gaze and she quickly shot her head down, pretending to be absorbed in her meal. She hoped that he had not seen anything in her eyes that might make him uneasy. If he did then what she had been thinking out might not work. For Mary Jane had a plan.
You see, she knew Peter quite well. She knew that he would never openly admit to anything, a good quality when it came to being a superhero with a hidden identity. The only way she could confront him was if she caught him off-guard. And she only had the chance to do it once. Because if she was wrong about the whole thing, she just might end up in the hospital with a cracked back.
She coughed quietly and stood up, ready for action. She gave him a smile, not letting on that she was about to pull one on him. "That was good, Peter. You really ought to order out more often."
He grinned sheepishly. "Do I really cook that bad?"
She just giggled and made her way over to the sink to set her dish in. When his head was turned she quietly scraped some of her leftover spaghetti on the floor, setting up her big performance. Then she stepped over it and set her plate under the water. She cleared her throat to get Peter's attention. He turned back to look at her, precisely what she wanted. Time for action. She walked forward, bracing herself for what was to come. "Peter, are you done with..." She cut herself short as she stepped into her pool of spaghetti, flying backwards, red hair swinging out. She closed her eyes and hoped that she was right about all of her suspicions, not wanting to fall hard on the ground.
And suddenly, he was there. She opened her eyes to see him with his arms wrapped around her, his eyes wide with concern. He had caught her. She smiled. It was impossible for anyone to make it across the room that fast to catch someone in mid-fall. Anyone, except for Spiderman. She looked up at him with amusement.
"Are you alright?" He asked quietly.
Her smile just got larger. "That's the second time you've done that. Caught me like that, you know."
He let out a nervous sigh. "Yeah, I guess so."
She let out a giggle. "You certainly have good reflexes, Spiderman."
Her nearly dropped her. She squealed and he realized that he lost his grip and grabbed her up again. "Sorry," he said. He swallowed nervously and continued. "What did you just say?"
She repeated herself, only this time more slowly, hoping to get through to him. "I said, you've certainly have good reflexes, Spiderman."
He knew what he heard the first time, but hearing it the second time didn't make it any clearer. How could she know? His breathing deepened. However she knew, she was quite sure that she was right. In fact, she had proven her point with what had just happened. He couldn't back out and lie to her now. He looked down into her lovely eyes. "How did you find out?"
She gave him a devilish grin. "Let's just say you have a very...unique kiss." He blushed a deep red. He was about to comment on that when she pulled himdown onto her mouth, her lips moving slowly against his, letting his taste seep in. She noticed that he didn't try to back away either.
When their kiss ended, she pulled away and stared contently back at him. "Yes, that's exactly how Spiderman kisses." she purred.
He couldn't help but grin. "I guess you caught me."
She laughed. "No, you caught me. In more ways than one." She whispered the last sentence seductively. This caught Peter by surprise. She leaned up against his ear. "What else can you do?"
He smiled back at her, excited by the recent turn of events. He stood up, Mary Jane scooped up in one of his arms. He leaned down and kissed her softly again. "You'd better hold on." He said. He tightened his grip on her, and with one arm in the air, shot a tendril of webbing into the air, adhering to the cieling, and brought them up through the air. Mary Jane shrieked in delight.
So far, her plan had worked.
The End
New Views by EnsignAbby
She stared at him across the table, slowly twirling her spaghetti around her fork lost in thought. She wondered how she didn't notice it sooner. Everything pointed to it. The late arrivals, the fight during Senior year, but most especially his kiss... to not notice that Peter and Spiderman's kiss were the same was to be an idiot.
He blushed a bit at her gaze and she quickly shot her head down, pretending to be absorbed in her meal. She hoped that he had not seen anything in her eyes that might make him uneasy. If he did then what she had been thinking out might not work. For Mary Jane had a plan.
You see, she knew Peter quite well. She knew that he would never openly admit to anything, a good quality when it came to being a superhero with a hidden identity. The only way she could confront him was if she caught him off-guard. And she only had the chance to do it once. Because if she was wrong about the whole thing, she just might end up in the hospital with a cracked back.
She coughed quietly and stood up, ready for action. She gave him a smile, not letting on that she was about to pull one on him. "That was good, Peter. You really ought to order out more often."
He grinned sheepishly. "Do I really cook that bad?"
She just giggled and made her way over to the sink to set her dish in. When his head was turned she quietly scraped some of her leftover spaghetti on the floor, setting up her big performance. Then she stepped over it and set her plate under the water. She cleared her throat to get Peter's attention. He turned back to look at her, precisely what she wanted. Time for action. She walked forward, bracing herself for what was to come. "Peter, are you done with..." She cut herself short as she stepped into her pool of spaghetti, flying backwards, red hair swinging out. She closed her eyes and hoped that she was right about all of her suspicions, not wanting to fall hard on the ground.
And suddenly, he was there. She opened her eyes to see him with his arms wrapped around her, his eyes wide with concern. He had caught her. She smiled. It was impossible for anyone to make it across the room that fast to catch someone in mid-fall. Anyone, except for Spiderman. She looked up at him with amusement.
"Are you alright?" He asked quietly.
Her smile just got larger. "That's the second time you've done that. Caught me like that, you know."
He let out a nervous sigh. "Yeah, I guess so."
She let out a giggle. "You certainly have good reflexes, Spiderman."
Her nearly dropped her. She squealed and he realized that he lost his grip and grabbed her up again. "Sorry," he said. He swallowed nervously and continued. "What did you just say?"
She repeated herself, only this time more slowly, hoping to get through to him. "I said, you've certainly have good reflexes, Spiderman."
He knew what he heard the first time, but hearing it the second time didn't make it any clearer. How could she know? His breathing deepened. However she knew, she was quite sure that she was right. In fact, she had proven her point with what had just happened. He couldn't back out and lie to her now. He looked down into her lovely eyes. "How did you find out?"
She gave him a devilish grin. "Let's just say you have a very...unique kiss." He blushed a deep red. He was about to comment on that when she pulled himdown onto her mouth, her lips moving slowly against his, letting his taste seep in. She noticed that he didn't try to back away either.
When their kiss ended, she pulled away and stared contently back at him. "Yes, that's exactly how Spiderman kisses." she purred.
He couldn't help but grin. "I guess you caught me."
She laughed. "No, you caught me. In more ways than one." She whispered the last sentence seductively. This caught Peter by surprise. She leaned up against his ear. "What else can you do?"
He smiled back at her, excited by the recent turn of events. He stood up, Mary Jane scooped up in one of his arms. He leaned down and kissed her softly again. "You'd better hold on." He said. He tightened his grip on her, and with one arm in the air, shot a tendril of webbing into the air, adhering to the cieling, and brought them up through the air. Mary Jane shrieked in delight.
So far, her plan had worked.
The End