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Dec 12, 2010 04:56

Mary Jane had spent the entire walk back to the house in something of a daze, head still spinning from everything that had happened. It was about the last thing she had expected, not just within that time, but ever, to not only hold a civil conversation with Tony Stark, but to open up to him about the past she spoke of so rarely, and get an apology ( Read more... )

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daretodo December 19 2010, 06:32:12 UTC
It's close to dark by the time I finally make it back to the house, numb from being out in the cold for the better part of the afternoon in nothing but a sweater. After my heart-to-heart with Stark -- and boy, there's a sentence I never thought I'd say, let me tell you -- I needed a while to process everything that was said, mull it over. For months, I've been lugging around a lot of anger towards the guy, and now -- now -- I'm saddled with the realization we're friends. That, in some strange, unexpected way, we get each other. Sure, I've been through hell and back with Wolverine, with Cat, but at the end of the day, we do what we do for entirely different reasons. And let's face it, I'm not about to go to either of them about anything that isn't Spidey-related. Asking Logan to be part of my wedding party was awkward enough as is, and Felicia flits in and out my life much the same way she did at home, even on an island a fraction of the size of Manhattan. But Stark and I are, apparently, cut from a similar cloth, which is a pretty ( ... )

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getemtiger December 19 2010, 06:47:02 UTC
"In here," Mary Jane answered, getting instantly to her feet at the sound of his voice, and heading for the doorway. She'd been sitting for a while, thinking more so than reading, and while she was pretty sure that its effect on her hadn't been especially good, she was pleased enough to have Peter back that it was an easy thing to hide. The events of earlier might have still had her reeling, but the smile she wore as she walked towards him was genuine. Set though she was on telling him, there was just no sense in leading in with it, a thought that was confirmed when she actually got a good look at him.

Leaning in, she pressed a kiss to his cheek and rested her hands on his shoulders, and frowned when she drew back. "Come in, sit down, you must be freezing. How long have you been out like this?"

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daretodo December 19 2010, 07:23:05 UTC
The tips of my ears are red, and my face is flushed, but in the instant she's close, every discomfort melts away to background noise, not unlike all the conflicting thoughts that have been swirling around my head for the better part of the day. Even her question goes in one ear and out the other.

"Mm, you're all warm," I say with a smile to match hers, my arms instinctively circling her waist to pull her back towards me. She's wearing my ESU sweatshirt again, looking considerably more bundled up for hanging around the house than I am for outside, and I shamelessly sneak my hands under its hem to press my freezing fingers to her back. "Like an oven. A wife-shaped oven. Which is, I'll have you know, my very favorite kind."

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getemtiger December 19 2010, 07:39:29 UTC
"Shit," Mary Jane swore, with a high-pitched, breathy laugh, inhaling sharply as his fingers met her skin. Still, she didn't have it in her to pull away, having wanted little but to have him close for what seemed, at least, like hours. Resting her forehead against his, she shuddered. This was probably just procrastinating, but it was thoroughly enjoyable, just being around him like this.

She reached to her back, tugging at his hands to get them out from under the sweatshirt, meaning to take them in her own, instead. "If I'm like an oven, then you're like a freaking freezer. Seriously, let's get away from the door, get you warmed up."

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