What the heart wants

Mary-Jane was seriously surprised at herself. She couldn't be seriously considering this. Peter would never actually put that decision out there to begin with, he was far to loyal and loving to be that bold. Which was one of the reasons why MJ was seriously considering it.

A three way relationship with Black Cat? It was Felicia's idea. Less then an hour ago, Felicia had called MJ up to the roof of MJ apartment building. As the cold air hit her (How Felicia and Pete ran around with nothing but tights on was beyond her.), she could see Felicia pacing, back and forth, uncharacteristically nervous.

Still garbed in the light binding black latex suit that showed enough of her undeniably sexy frame, her breast bouncing, proving that, without a doubt, Black Cat was all natural. MJ's own impressive frame was more comfortably dressed in a hoodie and sweats; it was cold today, let them be suicidally dressed, she was going stay as warm as her job as a model allowed her. “Felicia?”

Again, she was uncharacteristic, being startled by the very person she called up. “MJ!” She squeaked. “I was sure you'd blow me off.”

The two had some small tension from their shared interest, but somehow had become friendly and chatted from time to time. The two had even taken in a movie together. (Peter was suppose to come, but being a crime fighter's wife had some drawbacks...)

“What's wrong? Where's Peter?” MJ said, worried. Black Cat would never act this way even when peter was hospitalized from his injuries. That made MJ worry. “He's okay, right?”

“What?” Felicia snapped from her thoughts. “Oh, Pete? He's fine... Nothing to do with Peter- well, okay, it does... but he's fine.”

Mary-Jane threw her a questioning look. Felicia finally looked down at her feet, (well, she would have, if her breasts didn't obscure them.) took a deep breath, and with all the fury of a kitten, spoke.

“MJ.... We're friends right?”

Uh-oh... Mary-Jane didn't like where this was headed. “......Yes?”

“Friends share things, right?”

“.....Yyyeeeesssss.....” Felicia had gotten a little closer. MJ was going to back up, but for some reason held her ground. Felicia was now within arm's shot of her.

“MJ... I've been thinking.” She couldn't help herself, it was too prefect and she just had to break the mood. Felicia was weirding her out.

“Well there's you're problem.” It took Felicia a moment to catch on. She tried to stonewall through it, but couldn't and had to fight her laughter down to giggles.

“That's no fair, I'm trying to be serious.” She said. “You're starting to sound like Peter.”

“Well, I am his wife.” She smirked. Felicia's smile dropped.

“Yeah about that.... Um... Fancy having a partner?”

…. Wait, what? “.... Wait, what?” Felicia grabbed her hands and rubbed her wrists with her gloved thumb. “Felicia wha-?!”

“Hear me out! I'm not trying to take Peter away from you. I can't.” She said, pulling Mary Jane closer. “And I like having you as my friend. I would even say you're my best friend.”

“Felicia...”

“But... I can't deny I still love Pete.” She said softly. MJ cringed a little, but said nothing. “Pete doesn't get enough reward for what he's done, don't you think? Always getting reamed by that asshole newspaper and stuff. ”

“Which is what I'm for Felicia. Pete's always trying hard-”

“Exactly my point. Pete's always trying hard for other people.” She pulled Mary Jane breast to breast. “Mary-Jane... I like you, you know this right?”

“Yes, Felicia, you told me that.”

“No... MJ... I... love you.” MJ froze. What?

“What? Felicia, you can't be serious!?”

“I am.”

MJ squirmed free, and took a couple of steps back as Felicia reached out to her again. “And what happened to
Peter?! What the hell!?” She shouted.

“I love both of you.” She shrugged. “Figures, huh? I can't have Spidey all to myself, so I fall in love with his wife, too.”

Mary-Jane didn't know what to think anymore. She'd half expected Felicia to say it wasn't working, that Peter was too big a obstacle for them to be friends. She'd played with the idea of calling Felicia and telling her she was busy. But here she was, involved in a love confession from another girl. Her husband's ex-lover/enemy of all people.

Felicia reached out again, and oddly, MJ let her grab her, pulling her breast to breast again. “Felicia, I dunno what to say. I mean...”

She should have pushed away, immediately. She should have shoved her back and ran and locked the doors. But as Felicia kissed her, she could only stand in shock and kiss back a little. A little slowly became a lot.

Now she knew why Peter had a hard time saying no all the time. The girl was not only hot, by her kiss was so soft, so gentle, with her tongue sliding around hers, she simply melted MJ's restistance. Finally, she pulled back, and smiled at the small trail of spit the two had swapped.

“.... Wow...” And that's how MJ learned that straight women, could, in fact, kiss girls and like it.

“MJ, I'm not trying to get at Spidey anymore. I'm asking if you want to share. Not just him, but yourself too. I... want to be the second wife. A lover to both of you.”

“I think that's illegal.” MJ pointed out. She pushed away, but so much more slowly. Her head was spinning. She was in no way ready to make the obvious no. “Felicia... I've... I mean, it's a really big bombshell you just dropped. I mean.... I … I don't really know what I mean. Wow.”

Felicia smiled, fake as it was, and tried to joke. “Maybe I should have giving you a taste of what Pete got.”

Yeah. Pete. Both of them thought about him. What would Peter say, anyways? He was always being the good boy. He probably thought he'd go to hell for it. No problem really: he'd been their twice and was back for dinner before.

Would he hate MJ for even considering it? Call her a slut and a whore? Would he destroy his relationship with Black Cat? Accuse her of trying to worm her past MJ? Now they were both worried. Pete was too much of a wildcard.

“You... Really want this?” Mary-jane asked. “I mean... You... You're really going to try and do this? You know this could-”

“Wreck everything we had?” Felicia finished. She tried to muster her usual sexual luster. She needed to be confident, now that it was out there. “Kitten, We're a little past that part, wouldn't you say?”

“I'll.... think about it?” She seemed just as surprised as Felicia did, far less ecstatic for sure, as she was sure if Felicia had cat ears they would have twitched happily as she perked up. “Gimme time. A week at least. I'll... call you?”

“Promise?” Felicia said with her usual luster in full flow again. “No running away now, Sweety. If you take forever I'll just use my little nose and sniff you out.”

“Promise.” MJ said, arms up in surrender. Felicia turned to the skyline. “Don't tell Pete.”

“Only if you don't.” Felicia said as she shot a line out to the nearest building, ran full speed, and leaped off.

MJ brought as hand to her lips, her brain racing around the Felicia's kiss. She watched Felicia whip out another line and swing around, ala her husband, and disappear from view. Felicia was confident she'd say yes.

Of course. She had to be. She'd just risked her standing relationships with her friends. MJ, on the other hand, was confused beyond belief. She loved Pete with all her heart.

Any woman would have instantly slugged Cat and called her bitch for even asking, screamed and tried to kill her. But MJ... well, MJ wasn't the normal girl. She was married to Spiderman, had been almost killed a million times, and was now best friends with her Husband's ex-lover and even knew Tony Stark's phone number. (Not by choice, Tony slipped it into her dress while at a party. Needless to say, Pete was worried he'd gone comatose from the right hook she'd given him.)

She was legitimately thinking about it. She couldn't believe it, but she didn't actually repulse at the idea of a three way relationship with Felicia. Would sure solve the awkwardness when Pete rolled around and both of them were vying for his attention. Poor Pete, she mused, having to suffer through the sexual torment of two girls doing everything short of fucking him right then and there.

…If she did agree, now they'd probably would just fuck him right there and then.

“Geez, I'm getting as bad as Felicia.” MJ joked to herself as she made her way down to her apartment. She opened the door, and smiled as she heard small rustlings from the kitchen. “Hey Tiger~.” She said in her most sultry voice.

Which completely dropped as Pete looked her in shocked wonder with a face full of sandwich with his mask still mostly on. Black forest ham with the works, a bag of potato chips ripped open. Good stuff. “MJ! Um... going to gym?”

She rolled her eyes. “No.”

“Then why are you dressed to go outside?” She'd told him she was planning on staying in today, watching soap operas and her personal crack: Murray. When he'd left to do a patrol, she'd had nothing on buy a loose button shirt and a little silk number that dared the world to be called underwear. “Did the heater break?”

“I had to talk to someone.”

“Oh yeah? Who?” He said, taking in another big bite of his sandwich.

“Felicia.” She chuckled as the great Spider-man struggled against his newest enemy: a delicious piece of ham sandwich that had suddenly lodged itself in his throat. He took a swig of water he had ready, though, just in case such a thing happened.

Spidey really didn't like this. MJ and Felicia getting all friendly. He knew. Oh lord he knew. Girls don't befriend the ex. They keep them close. Just in case. Not that he had to worry about that.

Sadly, he was completely faithful to MJ. Okay, sadly was not the right term. More like thankfully. Still, Cat was Cat. Wouldn't be to hard to imagine her lying about her relationship with Pete being less then professional. “Guilty of something, there?”

“MJ!?”

“Relax Pete; she was just here to talk.” She said, her arms crossed. Oh how she loved needling him. He was just so adorable flustered. “Although you're not helping yourself. Anything you want to confess?”

“I love you?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Um...” He said, trying to find a way around this line of questioning. “What did you to talk about?”

Now it was MJ's turn to freeze. She brought her hand to her lips again, thinking about Felicia's body pressing against her's again. She flustered at the thought. “A movie.” She quickly lied.

“Oh? The one I missed? Sorry, by the way.” He quickly added, realizing he was digging a bigger hole.

“Pete, that was weeks ago. Stop apologizing already.”

“Sor- I mean... um, sorry?” MJ couldn't help but crack a smile at him and give him a peck on the cheek for his efforts. He quickly swallowed down the bit of sandwich he was chewing, and pulled her into a deeper kiss. MJ “screamed” and “fought” his sudden sexual advance. Their tongues danced around each other, and Spidey pulled away, an innocent smile on his face. “Is that some new chapstick you're using? Tastes like strawberries.”

MJ's eyes widen in worry. She pushed back and mustered all the courage she could to ask him. “Do you like it? The taste?”

“Yeah. It's new.” He said with a smile.

“Not really. I've just never used it often.” She said. “I was thinking of trying some different things for you.”

“Whatever you want to do is fine MJ. As long as I got you, I'm fine.” Mary-Jane thought she was going to cry. She really did have a great husband who tried so hard to make everybody happy. She should be trying her hardest to make him happy.
It was still far to soon... but she was going to have to talk to Cat about this.