Right before their first spring break at NYU, MJ comes over to Ned and Peter's apartment for a favor: she needs someone to spend a week with her and her family in Hawaii, and come as her date to her aunt's wedding so her family will finally stop tor...
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When Peter wakes, he instantly notices the absence of warmth beside him, and uses his arm to blindly, reflexively reach over for MJ. He’s gotten so used to her being there when he regains consciousness in the morning, that it feels wrong and off when she isn’t.
And right now, she isn’t.
The instant he feels the empty sheets beside him, his eyes snap open and his morning drowsiness disappears immediately. He lifts his head from his pillow and looks at the place on the bed where MJ should be, but isn’t. And then he gulps and looks around the room, pushing his hair back with his fingers. He feels a hard, pounding ache in his head, but he barely even notices it because he’s so worried and stressed and confused on where she could be.
And then, after a whole minute of blurry, cloudy confusion, he remembers. He remembers pushing her against the wall, he remembers hearing her moan his name like she needed him right then and there, he remembers pressing his mouth against her and making her come. He blushes at the thought of it; his heart racing, his mouth dry, his mind going crazy. He can’t believe any of it—even just the karaoke part—happened at all, let alone the rest.
“Shit,” he breathes out to himself, sitting up and putting his face in his hands. He remembers walking out mid-MJ-orgasm, and part of him wishes he had just stayed out and not gone back in. Then it would be a little awkward, yeah, but it wouldn’t be like it is now—where he knows what she looks like when she orgasms, and she knows he can orgasm just by watching her orgasm.
But another, stronger part of him feels...content with himself. He finally went after something he wanted, and if he hadn’t, he would still just be wondering what MJ tasted like—not ever actually knowing. And he likedgetting her off, making her feel good, driving her to an aching, breathless release. He still can’t believe he even did that.
And then he remembers her saying something about being jealous of Abby, and even though he can’t remember her exact words, he can still feel the same nervous pit in his stomach that he had when she said it. Did she actually mean jealous of Abby? As in wishing it was her kissing him instead? Or was she just talking about the fact that Abby would tell the whole family that he was cheating on MJ and wanted to avoid it?
