Coming
Added 2017-02-28 20:54:10 +0000 UTCHe groaned. “I can’t believe I almost slept through seeing that.”
“Shh,” Mary Jane told him. “Don’t wake Felicia.”
Peter lowered his voice appropriately. “You’re lucky I’m not a screamer, then.”
“You’re a screamer when I want you to be a screamer.” Mary Jane crawled up the bed and back onto Peter’s chest, relishing having it all to herself, even if he had only one arm to hold her with—the other still trapped under Felicia’s weight as the cat burglar happily smacked her unconscious lips.
“Where’s Ana?” Peter asked, still yawning sleepily.
“Off. Another hunt, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” Peter rubbed his hair, patting down his wild bedhead. “Thought she’d want to say goodbye.”
“You don’t know her that well, do you?” Mary Jane kissed Peter’s forehead, hugging him tightly for a moment, then, moaning, she wrenched herself up.
“Nooooo,” Peter booed quietly. “Don’t go.”
“I’m hungry,” Mary Jane said in the same poutingly whiny voice.
“You just ate,” Peter told her.
She bopped his head. “Pervert.” She slipped out of bed, rotating her arms, then her waist. “You’re still my cuddle bitch, I’m just letting you off easy so I can make breakfast. Give me ten minutes, then wake Felicia. She’s pretty serious about keeping a regular diet. The baby, you know.”
“Uh-huh,” Peter said, watching her. “Can you please do that forty more times?”
Mary Jane cracked her neck. “I’m putting on a robe,” she said. “Honeymoons are one thing, but there are places I don’t want bacon grease.”
“Say, how many times did you blow me while I was sleeping? Because I had the weirdest dream last night.”
“Weirder than putting on skintight spandex and fighting a guy calling himself Doctor Doom?” Mary Jane reasoned.
“I was having sex with… Boom Boom, I think it was?”
“Oh, well, with a name like that, how could you not dream about her?” Mary Jane started for her bedroom. “Cuddle my other cuddle bitch, would you? She needs comfort to get over sleeping through the first blowjob of her married life.”
“Hey, it’s the first finished blowjob of my last month. If she wanted sex, she should’ve have talked you all into this weird Lent thing.”
“It all worked out in the end.”
