That's Just The Way The World Works

A Real Start

A city that never sleeps... That is how we describe New York... Never a day without excitement. How is it that for the past couple decades, humanity has experienced real life villains and heroes. Even with the attacks we see in the street, that is just the tip of the Iceberg... What if I were to tell you that the people who watch safely from their towers do not have the purest intentions? That'd be quite the story...
-MJ

             Aaaannnnddd posted... I had officially started my blog... I had done some thinking and being a  reporter wasn't what I wanted... That was endless interviews, holding a microphone to someone's face, and standing in front of a camera. I didn't want publicity... I wanted to give information and share interesting stories... A blog sounded like the best option. So I created one: New York's Iceberg... I sold some art pieces to advertise my blog as well as displaying it on my social media but the revenue I'd gain would be from the ads on it. Honestly, the blog was exciting and I was finally able to do what I've always wanted to do, which is basically telling and being the first to share present true crime stories.

              A pair of arms wrap around my shoulders from behind me, "Whatcha doin?" Peter rested his head on my shoulder, looking at my computer screen. I roll my eyes playfully, "Welcome back... I didn't hear you come in." He nuzzled his face into my cheek, "Surprise." I laugh and push him off of me, "Peteeerrr, I'm trying to work."  I turned in my chair to the side so I could look at him more easily. I was sitting at the breakfast bar and my notebook and computer sat on the counter, along with an empty bowl of oatmeal. "You can take a break, you've been working since this morning... It's 7:10 now."

             "It took a while to set everything up."

             "You got a blog?" He asks.

             "Yeah, it's finally up."

             "MJ, that's great!"

             "Well, nothing's happened yet. I wish I had started it earlier but, you know, school. I had to wait till now." It felt like forever to get to another break, but the city looked beautiful with it's christmas decorations. As for Peter and I, we still had to set up our tree. The box of it sat in the corner of the living area, along with other Christmas boxes filled with decor. I really wanted to turn our apartment into a stranger things replica. I don't care what people say, the first season will always be the best just because of that light scene. "How's saving the world in spandex with negative degree weather?"

             "It's shit, but I'm updating my suit to get a heater built inside it. I think I can with what Otto has in his lab."

             "Can't save the world with a cold."

             "I'd make do."

             "Of course." I stand up and give Peter a peck on the lips, "Are..." I toy with the bottom of his shirt, "You done for the day?" I tilt my head, looking at him. Simply ready to cuddle up on the couch and watch The Shining. I've been lazy all day and I wasn't planning on changing that by going out.

              "Hopefully..." He smiled down at me. I let go of him and go to the kitchen, "Maybe we order Pizza."

              "One of those days?"

              "OOooh yeah."

               I pick up my phone and order us some pizza online, then the two of us sit on the couch. I sat on one side with my legs crossed and Peter sat on the other side with one leg crossed and the other on the floor as he looked at me as I complained about thanksgiving. I visited my dad... Although our relationship was distant... I had to keep what was left... I didn't tell Peter all the details, just that I didn't want to see my dad. Luckily, he didn't press for more information. "It's just whatever at this point..." I say with a shrug. Peter gives a sympathetic nod, "Yeah..." When the food comes I go and open the door, putting the food on the coffee table, sitting back down beside Peter. We talked about random things before the subject of Aunt May came up. Peter shrugged slightly, "I went and helped her at the shelter today but it's winter now and the shelter is a lot more packed... There's not enough volunteers."

             I thought for a moment, taking a bite of the pizza slice in my hand. Of course Peter felt responsible that he couldn't help Aunt May for the entire day... Damn, you can't save the world and be there for everyone. I look over at Peter, "You know what, I can go there and help out. I'll ask Olivia and Dani if they want to help too."

             "Oh! I wasn't trying to-"

             "I know, Peter. I just want to help your aunt." I put the pizza slice down on my paper plate on the coffee table.

             "Really?" He asked, looking at me with big eyes.

              I laugh lightly, "Yeah, of course."

              He smiles and scoots closer to me, nuzzling his face into my neck, which causes me to laugh, "What??" He places kisses there, "Peter!" I laugh, pushing him away playfully.

             "I don't deserve you." He says, now on top of me on the couch.

             "Damn right you don't." I say, looking up at him with a smile. He stares back down at me, our faces inches apart. Our smiles fade as I put my hand behind his neck before pulling his lips to mine... It was still hard to believe this was mine... That he wanted me... I'm reassured as the kiss becomes deeper, he pulls away- "I'm not in the mood to watch a movie anymore..." he says, sliding his hand down to my lower back. "Me neither." I say before putting both my hands on his cheeks and pulling him back down onto my lips. He smiles into the kiss before we both got rougher, Peter s tongue into my mouth. I grabbed all over his back, trying to get the bottom of his shirt. I felt it and pulled it up, Peter having to help the process as he pulled back from me and quickly took off his shirt before returning his lips to mine, grabbing me at my waist. He then pulled off shirt with no trouble, grabbing at my now bare waist. My body felt on fire, and the feeling was unlike any other I've felt. I pulled on his hair as he kissed me before he moved down from my lips to my neck, starting to bite and suck. I bit my lip, leaning my head back. "You're so beautiful." He muttered into me, I felt myself smile. He comes back to my lips but he does not touch mine. I whisper, "is that all you got spidey?"

      He grins and slides his hand under my bra strap before unclipping it, "I'm just getting started..."