TITLE: Dangerous Liasons, Pt 2


GENRE: Spiderman – The Movie


WARNINGS: PG-13, nudity, sap, not much else; songfic.

LYRIC CREDIT: "Iris," by The Goo Goo Dolls, from Dizzy Up The Girl, 1998.

NOTE: Just a bunch of sap, really. No real purpose to this, other than to portray a few more feelings, as if Peter's thoughts weren't clear enough last time around.

It was close to five-thirty in the afternoon when Peter dragged himself out of bed and to the open window. Leaning on the windowsill as MJ had done earlier that morning, he gazed outside.  The sun was setting behind the New York cityscape creating a warm glow over the tall buildings. High in the sky, faint stars could barely be seen, a preview of the clear night yet to come.

Turning at the window, he looked back to the girl still asleep in the bed. Leaning against the sill with his back, Peter just watched her, following the curves of her body covered in a thin, percale sheet. His stomach fluttered. She was beautiful. More than that, she was wonderful. She was everything he'd wanted for so long. Sleeping next to her for hours that day he'd been in heaven, not wanting the feeling to end, ever. They'd slept he day away, the two of them, but neither of them cared. Neither of them wanted to give up the comfort they felt in each other. The feeling of right that was so...right.

Peter sighed. What do I do? Oh MJ...what do I do?

And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

Missing his warmth beside her, MJ woke by slowly opening her eyes, a feeling of dread in her since she expected to find him gone. Facing the wall, she looked straight ahead, then out and around, and finally toward the window, on her face a look of disappointed concern. She found him leaning against the sill and looking at her; her expression relaxed. You stayed. MJ smiled.

"What time is it?"

"After five." Peter smirked.

"Oh God. We wasted a whole day sleeping."

"I wouldn't say we wasted it. I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else."

MJ blushed a little bit as Peter came over to the bed and sat next to her, the same as she'd done the night before. She laid her hand across his taught, flat chest, her red painted fingernails clashing against the creamy color of his skin. They traveled across to his forearm where she ghosted over the scabbed over marks that last night's battle had left on Peter.

"How do you feel?" She was running a finger over the edge of the bandage on his chest now. There was a reddish color under the top layer of gauze. There had been some bleeding overnight.

"Not that bad. Hurts, but I'll live, I think, as long as I have such excellent nursing care." Peter smiled a shy smile, then hid his eyes.

"We need to get you looked at."

"I guess we can go past the ER. Not much else going to be open." It was Sunday.

"I should have gotten you up earlier." She looked into his eyes now. "I don't want anything to happen to you, Peter. I just found you."

He smiled. "I'll be fine."

MJ quieted, shifting her gaze to the window again, where night was very slowly creeping in on the world. Then she looked up at him and stared deep into his eyes. A half-smile appeared on her lips.

"I guess last night...today was just that? I guess you'll be going back to your place then?" She was discouraged, but held out a glimmer of hope.

Peter studied the girl's face for a few moments before saying anything.

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight

"I think I need to stay right where I am. That is, if you still want me to."

Her grin was electric and her eyes lit up in a green blaze. Then her look changed as she pondered things and her eyes turned away. "What about the rest of the city. What about Spiderman?" MJ hesitated before turning to look at Peter again.

"I...I have these powers, MJ...it's my responsibility to use them to help people."

"I'm not asking you to stop helping people. I'm asking about us."

Peter looked long and deep into moist green eyes, then smirked. "I like us, MJ. I always have. You know that. We just have to be careful. No one can know about me. No one. For your safety," he paused, adjusting his position on the bed so he could look toward the view outside the window once more. The sky was beginning to turn a hazy blue-violet as the minutes ticked away toward the end of another day. "They can't see me, who I really am. You're the only one who can know this now, MJ. The only one."

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

MJ leaned forward and carefully hugged Peter as a tear welled in the corner of her eye. "I just want to be with you, Peter. I'll do whatever it takes. I just want us to be together."

He pushed her apart from him and just stared, then kissed her tenderly. It was a simple kiss, his soft lips pressing gently against hers, feeling their warmth and longing, but in that kiss was every hint of affection and care that he'd felt for the girl in all the time he'd known her. His dream had come true and he now held her in his arms, but as his uncle had said before his death, "with power comes responsibility." With the power of the new love that they shared now came the responsibility that he had to protect her, something that he would do until the moment of his death. It was a lot for Peter to contemplate; a lot for any guy of only eighteen to commit himself to, yet Peter knew in his heart that he would do it for her. He would walk the proverbial walk to the ends of the earth for her and move fabled mountains for her. He would willingly give his life if necessary, for the ability to be able to lover her. Life would be much easier if it never came down to that though, because the only place Peter desired to be was right where he was – with Mary Jane.

Smiling, MJ pulled herself out of the bed sheets and rose to her feet, taking Peter's hand as she did. She led him silently to the bathroom and ran a warm shower for them, then began to carefully peel away the bandage on his chest as the water heated up. He winced slightly as the tape pulled his skin, then focused instead on her face as she concentrated on what she was doing. After freeing the bandage from him, MJ tossed it into the wastebasket beside the bathroom sink and stepped across the floor, lifting slender legs as she entered the shower. For a moment she remained behind the opaque curtain, a shadowy figure behind the tan-colored fabric. Her body was covered in the warm spray and her hair was drenched as Peter stood outside waiting for no one, until her hand reached around the edge of the curtain. She took his arm and gently guided him into the shower with her.

Water stung his wound and Peter sucked in a pained breath from the initial shock. A faint whine escaped him and he looked down at himself to see a trail of pale blood and water run down his body and around his feet. It swirled in the drain for a few minutes until the laceration had rinsed out and only the faintest hints of fresh blood could be seen floating away. A small price to pay, he thought, as he remained mesmerized by the pink flowing off him and pooling over the bathtub drain. A small price to pay for the treasure I have gained. He inspected the remaining, less serious injuries that he'd received, noting that they were already scab-covered and healing. His body would always heal. A soul was different, though. Souls didn't always heal. Right now, his felt more whole than it had ever been, but what if that changed? What if that comfort now residing in his soul was replaced by the merciless emptiness of guilt? It was a risk, he knew. Everything was a risk.

As if she knew what words were running through Peter's troubled mind, MJ kissed the top of his head, which was bent over and hiding his face. She kissed him on top of his dark, wet hair and smiled. When he lifted his head once more, there were tears welled in his eyes, but he did not cry.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

"I'm him, MJ. I'm him...but I still want to be me, too. I need you so I can still be me, but I'm scared." Peter swallowed the lump of angsty emotion that was forming in his throat. "I won't let anything happen to you as long as I live, MJ. I promise you that. But I'm still scared that something is going to take you away from me."

She smiled again and kissed him on the tip of his nose, then drew him close in a hug. They stood there embracing as the warm water of the shower fell on them, neither of them speaking. Peter's mind raced as conflicting thoughts of the future worried him. What if something happened? What if someone else found out his identity? What if MJ was taken from him once and for all by some other person intent on trying to do away with Spiderman? What if, what if, what if? Peter sighed as he huddled closer in MJ's arms, trying not to doubt himself but filled with worry all the same.

"Peter?" MJ could feel his tension.

She looked into his eyes with water streaming over her. If it weren't for the look of happiness in her gaze he would have thought she was crying, for all the water pouring over her face. Her beautiful face, framed in the same wet, red hair that had framed it yesterday, only yesterday she'd looked different. In the shadows of the night sky, she'd looked like she was bleeding to death from some invisible injury that made her seep the black blood of death. This time she was flowing with red velvet in the remaining natural light that filtered in from the small window in the bathroom wall, high above the showerhead. A crooked little smile peeked out from the corner of her lips, encouraging him that everything would be OK.

"I know who you are, Peter Parker. You're the sweetest, most caring, most sensitive, willing to put others before him guy that I know, and you know what? I'm not afraid. I love that guy, and I'm never going to let him go."

After a moment, he smiled back at her.

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am