mk robinson wants to be a star. (hitjackpot) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-10-31 14:49:00 |
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Mary Jane’s mind was racing, and her heart was racing, and she felt like she could bounce off the walls for hours and hours. Being in the Parker House, though, with Aunt May upstairs, she couldn’t. She hated Peter for sticking her there while she was high off her ass and he was out saving the world. Again. It wasn’t like she was jealous, but she was living with him, and she hadn’t seen a hair on his head in weeks. Okay, maybe she was a little jealous, and maybe Gwen was right about everything, and maybe this was just the cocaine talking. Either way, she was angry with Peter Parker-slash-Spider-Man, superhero extraordinaire, and the euphoric high she was experiencing wasn’t helping matters much. So, maybe inviting Flash over to Peter’s house was a party foul, and it definitely was a bit of revenge, but she did want to see Flash. And seeing Flash would hopefully help MK, that crazy bitch, because then the good Doctor Robot would be present. Whatever, it was her fault that MJ felt like she could fly and run through the streets despite the Frankenstorm battering New York City and the East Coast. She had never done coke before, it wasn’t something she was particularly looking to do even if people (Gwen) thought otherwise. But, the feeling wasn’t bad, per se. It just sucked that she couldn’t do anything she actually wanted. Peter was treating her like a child, and so was Flash, and everyone sucked. But, she still waited for Flash in the kitchen with edgy eagerness, pacing back and forth, back and forth, and glancing at the door, which was unlocked, every few seconds. He was only a couple blocks away, but the winds still kicked up even at the late hour and flooding ravaged the streets of Forest Hills, and so MJ was worried about Flash. She had sneaked upstairs for a towel in case he came in soaked (she couldn’t tell if it was raining or not anymore), and she waited in her tank top and leggings. Sometimes, she stopped to dance a little to the music playing from her iPhone before returning to her panicked, jerky pacing. Flash was growing up a lot faster than he ever planned for senior year. With the Venom thing, all the drama between him and the rest of the group and the doc fucking up every which way he turned, Flash found himself picking up the pieces. This wasn’t how the year was supposed to go. He was supposed to be on the football team, sleeping around, getting in trouble and going to killer parties. Instead, he was running through a storm trying to keep MJ from getting eaten by sharks. Just change into Venom. A voice said that was half Adam’s half black goop. Flash didn’t want to, not when he and Gwen were making so much progress on the suit, but it would make traveling through New York a lot easier. If Spider-Man is allowed to do it, so can you. This time more black tar than doctor. Flash knew there was a big difference between him and Parker. And, that gap just kept on growing. Besides, what was he going to do when he got to the Parker residence? Let a high-off-her-ass MJ see him as some hulking, black demon? No fucking way. No way in hell. So, he kept running. His whole body soaked from rain, his shoes a swampy mess, his face and hair drenched. Flash should have just kept his mouth shut. Should have pushed the doctor through the door, even if he didn’t want to deal with the mess MK made. No, he never did. Finally, the drenched teenager gently opened the backdoor to the Parker residence and offered a small smile to the pacing MJ. “Heeeey. I’m heeeree. And, I’m having flashbacks to the party. Ahaha flash backs. How come I’m always getting wet.” He started to take his shoes off on the back porch, pouring out water before leaving them on the stoop. MJ had her back turned away from the door the moment Flash opened the backdoor into the kitchen, and the whip of the wind made her nearly jump out of her skin. She turned around, and her eyes were wide, wide, wide. But she grinned, and she strode over to him in bare feet over the cold tile floor. “You’re always getting wet because you’re an idiot,” she said, reaching over for the towel hanging off the back of one of the chairs. “Here.” She reached up and wiped the excess water off his face once he was finished shaking the water out of his shoes. Once she was finished, she held out the towel for him, and she stepped back to allow him in and leaned against the counter. They were lucky enough not to have lost power on that block, but a flashlight and a couple of candles were in sight just in case. She still had a sloppy grin on her, and she looked worlds different than the girl who emerged from the party just a week beforehand. The bruises still glowed faintly against her pale skin, and the bags under her eyes indicated the lack of sleep from both redheads, but the coke made her feel like she could conquer the world right then if she wanted too. Now that she wasn’t alone, the panic was gone, replaced by her intense happiness, and also MK’s overwhelming desire to find Adam and dig her claws into him. “We have to be quiet. Aunt May’s upstairs but she has like, super sonic hearing.” Flash looked up towards the ceiling, thinking that maybe it’d be a good idea to wake the old bird up. She’d rush down, make them both all kinds of delicious food and probably even let Flash stay the night. Who would win then, Parker? Flash. Flash would win. But, he wasn’t a nark and honestly seeing the old woman worry herself would probably be all kinds of sad. “At least I’m a handsome idiot.” Flash whispered proudly, letting her dry off his face as he took note of how truly fucked up MJ was. He’d seen girls on coke before at parties and they were a lot worse than this, so Flash wasn’t about to drag her to the hospital or something like that. Just look after her. “You don’t...think I’m lame right?” Flash took off his jacket and shivered. He was seriously going to feel wet and cold for days after this. “I mean Parker is off saving New York and I’m here hanging out with you.” He tried so hard not to compare himself to Peter. All the comics he read made him feel pathetic for feeling jealous, but he just couldn’t help it. Not tonight. Not after Parker said something that made him feel like nothing had changed since they all showed up behind a door. “So you think,” MJ retorted with a knowing smirk that was all teasing and lies. Flash was handsome, she thought, in the usual popular jock guy way. His chest was broad, and his arms were thick, and his face was hot. He was handsome in a different way than Peter, who was tall and skinny and loped around instead of stalked like Flash. They were both good looking, and so was Harry, and MJ felt confused at the moment about all the boys in her life, and when did she start to care about all of that? MK was making her sentimental. Jesus Christ, when did her mind ever move so fast? She shook her head almost imperceptibly to rid herself of the jumbles of thoughts, but it also looked like an answer to Flash’s question. “No, I don’t think you’re lame, Flash,” she said with certainty and a reassuring smile. She didn’t, not at all, regardless of what she said over the journals. “I don’t think Petey is either. He’s a dick and an idiot, but he’s not lame. Just straight retarded and if he gets himself killed, I swear I’ll raise him from the dead to kill him again.” She stopped the ramble with a deep breath and braced her palms against the counter as she moved to push herself off. “But no, no, you’re not lame. Not at all. I’m glad you’re here with me.” She smiled softly. Him being there made her feel safe. Flash didn’t quite believe her, the doubt crossing his face briefly before he shrugged it off. She was happy he was there, that should be enough, right? He desperately wanted to be out there fighting crime and saving lives, but that had to wait. Venom was still so unpredictable. “Well, apparently Peter thinks I’m a bad friend to you. So, I’m glad you don’t agree.” Still a little pissed, obviously, but trying to tone it down. He felt kind of betrayed by Gwen, but part of him knew that she was likely telling Peter something true that he didn’t want to believe. He dried off as much as he could and then walked over to her. “Come on let’s go chill on the couch or some shit. You don’t want to go out in that mess.” Pushing herself off the counter, she shuffled over to Flash and grabbed for his hand, craving any sort of touch at the moment, to lead him to the living room, which was doubling as her bedroom at this point. “Don’t say anything about the mess. I haven’t been able to clean.” They detoured through the dining room and stepped through the sheet hanging between the doorway that divided the two rooms. In the living room, there was a muss of sheets and pillows on the couch from when she last slept there, and her clothes were in a semi-neat pile in the corner. There were school books and projects from Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts scattered on the floor near the couch, and though the lights were off, the room glowed by the TV light, which was showing some of the damage the storm left in its wake. She flopped on the couch and patted the cushion next to her. “Why does Pete think you’re a bad friend? What did Gwen say to him?” She knew Gwen said something, even if Flash hadn’t told her earlier. Had he told her earlier? She couldn’t keep things straight too much. But, Gwen totally said something about her to Pete. She probably always did. Why was the girl so jealous of her? Peter was clearly head over heels for Gwen, comic book bullshit and MJ’s maybesorta feelings for him aside. That really was the question here. What did Gwen say? There was a lot that he had confided into the nerdy girl, all kinds of MJ related secrets and even some personal stuff about him. To Flash, it wasn’t anything too bad and he thought Gwen understood him. But, maybe he was wrong about her? Shit. “I’m not really sure.” Flash didn’t want to admit how close he had been with Gwen lately, either. MJ wasn’t stupid and she was good at figuring out when people connected, but it was best to be careful about it anyway. He flopped down next to her, grabbing stray blankets and possible stray dirty laundry and pulling it over himself as he snuggled against her shoulder whether she liked it or not. “He-” Flash picked at the blankets. He wasn’t so good at lying or even sugar coating shit. Flash was the stupid honest one, even if it hurt people’s feelings. “Said I told Gwen you were all needy or some shit. I never said that, though. I just-” Flash nearly had the good sense of stopping himself, but he wanted to see her reaction. “Know you might kind of like him a little and it pisses me off.” Flash was right. Mary Jane had a knack for reading people and figuring out who was doing what with who. That was why she never really needed Peter to tell her about Gwen. She’d figured most of it out before he opened his mouth. When he snuggled against her shoulder, she smiled and rested her head on top of his, fingers skating down his arm until she reached his hand, and she listened to him talk for a moment. Her frown deepened, and this was totally really killing her buzz. Fuck Gwen Stacy’s paranoia. She knew what MK felt like, with that best friend of hers and the boyfriend she kissed at the party. It was all stupid paranoia because Peter was crazy about Gwen, and Luke was stupid for Wren. “Maybe you and Gwen should like, form a club or something.” She sounded angrier than she realized, and it was just frustration about everyone telling her how she felt without even asking her. No, it was all predetermined bullshit, and it was starting to really drive MJ up the wall. “Did you really say that? That I’m needy?” The doctor, who had been quiet all night, told him to stop. It wasn’t a good idea to have a conversation like this with a girl who was clearly high off something MK found at a club. Flash didn’t listen though. Any other time, this conversation wouldn’t happen. What was he going to do, stop her after school and have a heart to heart? Teenagers didn’t work that way. You had to take chances when they were presented to you. “No, fuck no. You’re the opposite of needy. I just told her I could tell you like Peter. Okay?” Flash was known for being angry. He just held it in his voice all the time, even when he was answering a math question or talking about football. It was likely why Venom found him so fast and how relatable the Hulk of all people had been. But, he didn’t sound angry. Just kind of sad or disappointed things weren’t going his way. “So, I’ve been trying to give you distance and shit. I can’t compete with that. Fucking comic books proved it.” “Is that really all you said?” It made sense then, that Gwen kept getting more and more paranoid if Flash kept feeding her that stuff. Well, okay, MJ knew about teen girl crazy, and Gwen had the teen girl crazy shit down pat. She was queen of it at the moment, MJ felt. But Flash’s jealousy couldn’t help either, she knew that. She was just tired of it all, of the retarded drama caused by some comic books on the other side of the door that apparently spelled out all of their futures. And when Flash brought it up, she huffed loudly. “Again with the fucking comic books!” She pushed herself off the couch and rounded on him immediately. “The fucking comic books, Flash, seriously? You and Gwen with these goddamn books and the future and how everything is going to turn out, it’s ridiculous! Fuck those books and fuck what happens in them!” She grew acutely aware of how loud she was growing and deflated for a moment, covering her mouth in surprise. After a pause to make sure Aunt May hadn’t heard, she continued in a harsher, but quieter tone. “It doesn’t matter either way, both of you don’t get it. He’s insane about Gwen.” Flash bit his lip and sat silently still like he was hiding from a monster. He waited a second, then another, and when there wasn’t any stirring from upstairs it was like someone pushed play after pausing their argument. “Fuck you, Mary Jane.” He whispered, anger finally coming back in his voice. “You don’t know what it’s like being on the island of fucking misfit toys. I get my legs cut off. Gwen dies. And, what do you get? A happy little home with Peter Parker while the rest of us are completely fucked. No one makes it out okay in those comics except you two.” He could feel Venom surfacing, trying to take advantage of his frustration against Spider-Man, so Flash went quiet and tried to fight it off. He had done so good this year staying away from Parker, but here he was on the spider’s couch with his future wife. Flash really needed to get a new group of friends. “I’m sorry.” Flash was still upset, but he didn’t want to keep fighting with her. It felt like they had been fighting for weeks. “Gwen and I just want to figure out what we can do differently to make things okay for us, too.” MJ looked appalled by his response, and she took a few steps away from him, arms slowing crossing over her chest. How dare he? “From what MK’s told me, it’s not all fucking sunshine and roses for us either, Flash Thompson. Your doctor himself said that it’s not easy, okay?” She sighed raggedly, running a shaky hand through her hair. This was harshing her buzz, and where before she felt so happy and overly self-confident, now she could only hear MK’s insecurities crawling into her head. That she wasn’t good, that no one would love her, that maybe she should be the one to leave and let everyone be happy. Clearly, she was the problem. The frown deepened more, and she obviously zoned out, staring past Flash to a point on the wall. His apology, however, slowly roused her out of the dark thoughts, and she looked at him, blinked, and sighed. “Don’t you think I want that, too?” She took a step forward, but didn’t climb back onto the couch, not just then. “I don’t want you and Gwen to get fucked over. I don’t want any of that to happen.” Flash realized his legs were shaking a little. Sometimes he got restless legs in class, but this felt different. It had to have been a mix of nerves, anger and being soaked to the fucking bone. He hated how weak he was feeling lately, but what was the alternative? Keep playing aloof tough guy, an act that none of them bought anymore? An act that made him look like a fucking idiot in the comics? Yeah, he was mad. But, he couldn’t really be all that angry at her. It was just the situation. It was just Gwen, Venom, the flood, Parker, the doctor and these stupid fucking comics. “I know you don’t. Gwen knows that, too, okay? Trust me, she really wanted to be your friend.” He pulled the blankets on top of him a little more, building a physical shield between her and him. “And, I want you to be happy.” Flash’s voice cracked a little. Just saying that hurt a little because of what he had to say next. “So, you want to be with Parker I’m not getting in the way of that. You guys fight over him in the comics and so I’ll let you guys figure it out.” “That feels hard to believe most days,” she said quietly, with a laugh, when Flash mentioned Gwen’s desire to be her friend. MJ couldn’t stand seeing him so upset. It tugged at her heart, and her chest ached, and she looked at him for a long, quiet moment. Things with Flash were complicated, what with MK’s doctor being in his head and their own shared past, and all this crazy nonsense with the doors and people of different timelines and places. But then, it wasn’t just that, was it? There was still something between the two of them. God, she cared about him more than she liked to admit. She stepped closer and closer until she knelt down on the couch cushion next to him and took one of his hands in between both of hers. Things were weird, and she was confused by everything and everyone, and all she wanted was for the complications to disappear. But, they wouldn’t, would they? She squeezed his hands tightly. “I don’t know what I want.” It was true, raw, honest. Who, really, knew what they wanted at their age? They were lying to themselves if they did. MJ reached up to brush her fingers through his hair. “Everything is so...it’s fucked, and I just want things to go back to the way they were.” He smiled at her when she got close. He was tired of all this shit, too, but maybe deep down he liked how it was changing him. Flash didn’t take shit from anyone, but now he was working pretty hard to make sure he didn’t hurt anyone without a good reason. Yeah, he said what was on his mind, but he didn’t go around maliciously making fun or beating up people anymore. Not after the bronies club let him crash on their floor after a meeting because he didn’t have anywhere else to go. Not after making friends with Gwen. This was his chance to change things, right? “Yeah, see. That’s the difference between you and me. Fuck, it’s the difference between Peter and Gwen. I know what I want.” If Flash was allowed one grown-up moment a year, that used it up. Flash was trying to build something for himself. He wanted to be a superhero. He wanted Mary Jane. He wanted the doctor to wise up and find a new girlfriend. He wanted to be more than just the school bully that stares out the window as Spider-Man swings by. “But, I get it, okay? That’s why I’m here.” Her fingers rested on his cheekbone, hand cupping his jaw while she looked down on him. Her green eyes were still wide and overly alert, but her smile was soft and her shoulders relaxed. She leaned into him a little more, knees grazing against his thigh, and she bit down on her lip. Who would have put money on Flash Thompson having his life more figured out than she did? Well, she totally still wanted to go into journalism, but everything else was up in the air. For pickings to whatever was going to happen. “Lucky you and Gwen,” she said without any malice or jealousy. It seemed like there was a bunch of different splits between the four of them. Peter and MJ got what was going on in each other’s heads sometimes more often than Gwen or Flash could understand either of them, and vice versa. “I know you get it. Or at least try to, which is better than I can say for certain people.” And she gave him a pointed look that implied exactly who she met. But she didn’t keep the cross look for long, softening again quickly as she began brushing her thumb over his cheek. “I meant it when I said I’m glad you’re here.” And, without thought, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She still kept herself close, close enough so that her breath could tickle his lips, and her eyes flickered down a few times, and she looked as if she was fighting a great urge to press her lips against his. “Thanks, Flash.” His smile turned a little goofy, as it tended to do in those few occasions that he was embarrassed. What? Any idiot with half a brain would get a little stupid around Mary Jane. Even when she was high off her ass. That was her super power; making dudes just stupid for her. Flash gave her a look like he was almost asking if she understood what kind of signals she was sending out, but he wasn’t Peter Parker. He didn’t stumble and wait for some chick to make the first move. “Aw, fuck it.” He murmured under his breath. It might have gone against everything he just told her about trying to stay away and just being friends. But, he was still in high school right? Being young was about making really dumb mistakes because at the time they felt right. Flash leaned forward a little to catch her lips with his own, holding the nape of her neck with his hand gently. It probably wasn’t right to kiss a girl while she was high and emotional. But, he had really fucking missed her. When he wasn’t working on Venom stuff or studying, he was thinking about her. Didn’t that count for something? And, this time it was different. Back when they were just starting out in high school, kisses and dating built status and popularity. But, none of that shit really mattered in the long run. Who the fuck cared about some football star after graduation? She caught the murmur under his breath and smiled softly for a moment before she felt his lips against hers. There was a sharp intake of breath, and her hand continued to rest on his jaw, though the thumb was shocked into stillness. As much as she had wanted to kiss him, she was surprised that he actually did, especially after his little speech beforehand. But, god, did she miss this. She missed him, and it was something she hadn’t been able to admit until that exact moment. For MJ, her relationship with Flash was just one of those silly high school things -- one where you convince yourself you’re in love and you give away that little v-card because you think it’ll mean something. But now, really, it was different. A whimper of want slipped out of her, and both arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer. It felt like a long time coming, all of this, and the drugs flying through her system just emphasized her desire to have Flash closer. She was sure he could feel her heart battering against her chest as she pressed her body against his. She didn’t think of how this would affect them, or how this would affect MK and Adam. No, none of the consequences came to her at that moment. Only that she wanted Flash more and more with each second. Flash knew exactly what this all meant. He’d have to go back to pretending he didn’t have feelings for her tomorrow. The doc would give him a good, long lecture about dating Spidey’s girls that Flash really didn’t deserve. And, he’d have to keep all this a secret from Gwen, even if she was the one person he thought he could talk to about MJ. He knew because he spent a lot of time thinking about it. Running in the rain all the way from his brony’s house to here gave him plenty of time to think of possible outcomes and consequences. But, like he said, fuck it. He pulled her closer and quickly threw off all the blankets and clothes he had accumulated so far. His skin was still freezing and clothes wet from the rain, but kissing Mary Jane seemed to erase any kind of concern he had about that. Flash had also forgotten where he was and who was sleeping upstairs, but luckily the old woman was still apparently sleeping soundly and Spidey hadn’t come home to break all of this up. No, instead he just leaned forward, pressing his body against her and deepening the kiss as if he was really going to make this whole thing something for her to think about later. Later on, she might look on all of this as a big mistake -- not forcing MK out through the door, inviting Flash over, the argument, the kiss, this -- but right now, Mary Jane couldn’t think of anything but Flash Thompson and his cool body against hers. A shiver ran down her spine, though she wasn’t exactly sure if it was from just his damp clothes pressing against her or the deepening kiss. She tugged against him roughly before she pulled herself into his lap, knees on either side of his thighs. They had been in this position plenty of times, but not in this sort of situation. Not after all of these changes. If she wasn’t high as a kite, she would have pondered on it and probably paused for a moment. Would have stopped because, hello, Parker House. As it was, however, she was high as a kite, and all she could focus on was his weight pressing against her and how his clothes were making hers damp, too, and how goosebumps were prickling her skin. But she clung to him all the same, hands wandering down from around his neck, down to the hem of his wet shirt, and underneath to press against his cold chest. She didn’t break the kiss, waiting to see if he’d let her take his shirt off, and just continued to explore with tongue and teeth. It felt so familiar and right, sitting there in Flash’s lap, and crushing her body and lips against his. The shirt was off the second she tugged at it, though he had to hide a full body’s worth of shivering and goosebumps from the cold he couldn’t shake and nerves. This was actually happening. Flash knew getting Mary Jane to kiss him wasn’t exactly rocket science, she was a party girl after all, but this wasn’t just some drunk, bored making out at some party at a football player’s house. He had put his feelings on the line and she hadn’t shooed him off or friendzoned him. This was the kind of shit he had been dodging his whole high school career because it fucking scared him. But, now he had been through some stuff. She had been there for him. And, she was somehow way hotter than she was when they first dated. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned in to kiss and bite her neck. Flash wanted her, just her, more than anyone else he ever thought about. He wanted a reminder of the way her skin tasted, the way her hips curved under his hands. Little details that didn’t matter to him years ago when the only thing that he cared about was getting between her legs. Now, when he wrapped his arms around her it wasn’t just greedy, it was almost protective. Careful not to miss anything that he might have overlooked in his younger years. He looked up at her and snuck his hands under her shirt, tugging it up with a smirk like it’s only fair if you do it, too. MJ had never been the queen of monogamy since she broke up with Flash a couple of years ago. Not that the opportunity didn’t present itself, but she was jaded by teenage boys and their stupid asses. And she didn’t really need anyone to hold her while she cried or bring her flowers or whatever. She wasn’t that type of girl. Or, at least, before she wasn’t. Everything that had happened since MK appeared in her head and that stupid door happened had really put her through a loop. She was still the same old Mary Jane, of course, but she couldn’t lie. Having people around helped her keep sane. Having Flash around, especially after the party, was a lot more comforting than she liked to admit. But being here with him was admitting it, at least a little. She didn’t push him away; she wanted it, in fact. His teeth and tongue on her neck caused a tiny moan to escape her throat, and her hands ran up and down his chest, memorizing every muscle carved by football and whatever else. When he looked up at her, she looked down with a soft smirk of her own before lifting her arms so he could tug the shirt off. She didn’t have anything on underneath, but that didn’t bother MJ. Inhibition was gone, and Flash had seen her with less clothes on, but she looked at him for a moment all the same. Maybe they shouldn’t be doing this, maybe the comics were right. But before she could think on it any longer, she crushed her lips against his, hungry and reckless and full of want. Flash ran his hands up her stomach, fingers reaching for her nipples as he cupped his hands around her breasts. He kissed her harder, making a muffled barely-there groan as he tried to catch his breath. Leaning back a little, he looked at her silhouette in the darkness, running his hand down to hold onto her hips. “I missed you.” Flash whispered without thinking about how weak that made him sound. But, he was always really bad at lying, wasn’t he? The stupid, bullying, loud-mouthed teenager was willing to admit when something was important to him because he learned quickly what happens when you let that stuff slip away. MJ arched underneath his touch, whimpers lost between the tangle of tongues and touches and tugging. Her heart caught in her throat when he pulled back and whispered that he missed her, and she had to swallow hard to control those silly butterflies in her stomach. She didn’t get those very often, the butterflies, and she looked up at Flash with a small, soft smile. “I missed you, too.” And it wasn’t a lie at all. Her arms found their way around his neck again, and she reached up to catch his lips in another kiss, this time softer and more tender. Nothing like a kiss of just some hook-up or stupid mistake. Something more important than that. Flash’s heart was beating out of his throat. He could feel it trying to escape, either out of fear, or nerves or excitement. He refused to believe that hooking up with Mary Jane would scare him, but when she kissed him like that it sent him through a loop. A hand reached to hold her jaw gently, returning any kind of tenderness she gave him the best he could. His mind raced with what he wanted and even though she clearly wanted it too, it wasn’t right. Not here in Parker’s house. Not when she was high. It was then that he really wished he could go back to the Flash he was Sophomore year. Not giving a fuck would have felt so good this time. “I- I gotta go.” He whispered against her mouth, arms and fingers shivering at just the idea of being apart from her. MJ’s eyes fluttered shut, the gentleness soothing the high far more than the rough, raw desire of moments before. She wouldn’t have stopped, not at that moment, because all she could focus on was her and him. The feel of his calloused hands on her jaw. She sighed when he broke their kiss, but her eyes opened, and a frown tugged down the corners of her mouth, and she shook her head. “No, no, no,” she said, head shaking back and forth again. “You don’t have to.” Her hand reached up to cup his cheek again, and she tried to catch his eyes, and she bit down on her lip. She didn’t want to be alone, not now. Not with the storm still raging and with her high still pulsing through her head and body. “It’s not fair to you, MJ.” He said, a little desperation in his voice. “I don’t want you waking up tomorrow hating me. I can’t deal with that, okay?” Flash kissed the side of her mouth, then her cheeks, then her neck, then her lips again. Like he was making a map of things he’d miss the second he walked out the door. Flash reached for her shirt, handing it to her before putting his own back on. “Besides, Par- Peter’s going to be home soon. If he sees me with you, he’s going to try to kill me.” Flash fought back a grin on that subject. In reality it would probably end with Spider-Man and Venom flattening the Parker residence, but it still would be great to see the expression on his face. She blinked a few times, her reactions much slower than his, and she held the shirt in her hand for a moment before pulling it over her head. “I wouldn’t hate you,” she said, tugging on the hem of the tank top. Her cheeks burned up, self-conscious and needing a warm body against hers, but clearly Flash didn’t want her as much as he said. Maybe he did call her needy to Gwen. But she looked around when he mentioned Peter’s name, as if remembering where she was. Groaning, she ran a hand over her face. “Right. The Parkers’ House. Fuck.” What if Aunt May had walked down the stairs and in on them? What if Peter came home from saving the world? She stood up, rubbing her arms as if to keep warm, but really in a protective move. “Peter wouldn’t do a thing to you,” she said, amusement in her voice but absent from her face. “Yeah right.” Flash grinned, feeling his personality fall back into place to where they were before all this professions of feelings and nearly getting what he wanted. “Get some sleep. Watch some cartoons or cat videos on your phone.” He waited for her to get off him and stood up, a little woozy. “I’m...I gotta send Adam through the door.” As he got his bearings, he realized that he actually didn’t feel so good. Like maybe running through the rain wasn’t a good idea? He tried not to think about whether or not this whole thing was a mistake, or what she was going to do once she sobered up. Instead, he just backed out through the door he came through to let Adam clean up his own stupid mess. MJ scrambled around for a sweater or something, suddenly realizing how cold it actually was. She rolled her eyes enough so that it hurt when he mentioned Adam, scoffing loudly. “Tell the robot to actually call his girlfriend for once, okay?” She sounded angrier in that moment than she had the entire night, even when she yelled at Flash about the comic books. But before he could respond, he had backed out of the living room and through the kitchen, and with a sigh, she flopped back on the couch just in time to see a flash of familiar red and blue across the footage of the storm playing on the TV. Great. Stupid boys. |