A Bad Idea (Spideychelle)

Ch. 10: Been Worried Bout You Lately

MJ POV

"Yeah, we got first."

"Good," Dad answered, voice slightly distorted by the phone. "At least you're doing something right. Make sure you put that on your applications."

"Okay. Are we doing anything for Christmas this year?" I asked.

"I'm not going to be in town."

Great. Another Christmas all alone.

"Okay, I won't decorate, then."

Dad sighed. "It's a holiday for children, Michelle. You're almost eighteen."

I felt myself shrink a little. "Got it. No Christmas."

"Don't ask about it again."

Click.

I let out a breath.

Me: hey how'd you do on your finals

Peter: they're marking them in alphabetical order this year, so my marks haven't shown up yet

Peter: it's making me antsy

Me: wanna come upstairs and relieve some stress?

Peter: be there in five

I laughed as I put my phone down.

Dork.

He knocked on my door a few minutes later. "Okay, I know that us not fooling around during finals probably gave us more time to study, but-"

"But you're weak and can't go two weeks without sex now that you're used to it?" I teased.

He sighed, stepping in through my door. "Yeah, kinda."

I laughed. "At least you're honest. Guess we'll just have to catch up over the break, then."

Peter grinned, hands falling to my hips and pulling me close.

If I let myself forget for a second that he only did that because he knew it was gonna end in sex, and let myself believe he just wanted to kiss me, I was almost happy for a second.

Almost.

I'd missed this way more than I was ready to admit. Just...being close to him. Being able to kiss him, press my whole body into his.

I pulled away to pull him into my bedroom, and once the door was closed behind us, pulled off my shirt, tossing it aside and kissing Peter again. He hummed against my lips, hands on my bare waist.

As much as I loved just kissing him, I wanted this to move along just a little bit faster. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he broke the kiss to pull it off. When he pulled me back, his lips landed under my jaw, his fingers untying the drawstrings of my pants and pushing them off of my hips.

Yeah, he took that hint.

"Peter," I sighed. "Careful about- don't leave a hickey."

He pulled away. "Do you not like that?"

"No, Betty saw the ones on my thighs after the competition and...it was hard to explain away."

He nodded. "Fair enough. No hickeys." He started to lean into kiss me again, and then hesitated. "How did you explain that?"

"Peter," I groaned, shoving him back playfully. "Is that really what you're focused on? You have a half-naked girl who's trying to fuck you and you're asking her about-"

He raised his hands in surrender. "I get it, I get it. Sorry."

I stepped closer and started to push his pants down, laughing a little. "You don't have to be sorry. Just maybe stay on track for a bit."