Fandom: Ultimate Spider-Man
Word Count: 380 words
MJ touched the alcohol-soaked swab to the gash on Peter's shoulder. He hissed painfully, but didn't flinch away.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, knowing there was nothing much else she could do. After all, he couldn't very well be a regular customer at the emergency room.
"My fault for getting too close to Ock's tentacles. He's getting faster."
She touched another sore spot with the swab, and this time he did let out a yell. "Ah! Damn buzzsaw attachments..."
"Sorry," she said again, needlessly. "But you'd better be quieter. Your aunt's going to wonder what's going on up here," she added with a mischievous grin.
He turned his head to look over his wounded shoulder. "Well, now that she knows about the Spidey thing, I don't think she's going to wonder much at all."
MJ put down the bottle and bag of cotton balls. "Oh, really? She has no problem with you going around shirtless, having your wounds tended by a hot teenage girl?"
Peter blushed a little, but then grinned. "We could do this down in the kitchen, you know... calm her fears."
"But then I wouldn't get to do this..." MJ leaned forward and laid a gentle kiss on the skin just above the wound. His skin was warm, but not feverish, which made her glad.
Peter hissed again, this time in pleasure. "And this attic is really our 'special place'..."
MJ kissed him again, trailing small kisses up his shoulder toward his neck. He closed his eyes and shuddered. She was suddenly painfully aware of his state of undress, of the conversation they'd had about taking things to the next level. May probably wouldn't come up here... she was even more trusting of her nephew these days, if that was even possible.
Peter turned his head farther, capturing her mouth with his. He lifted his arm to thread his fingers into her hair, but winced and broke away. "Maybe you'd better finish up," he said with a regretful sigh.
She nodded, and picked up the anti-bacterial ointment. "Do you sometimes wish you had a healing factor like Wolverine's?"
"Most of the time? No."
"No?" She smoothed in the golden-colored ointment as gently as she could, and lifted her eyes to his again.
"'Cause then we wouldn't have this."
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