<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/plZxkCq.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>        Xavin<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Aunt May's place<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Spider-Man, Open!<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Xavin felt Spiderman's costumed hands rub her arms, and then her sides and then pull her close by the hips and wrap around her waist. She could feel his strength, the proportional strength of a spider? It was a lot cozier than it sounded. Xavin knew she could channel the powers of the Thing and be much stronger than Spidey, but she had no desire to.<em>Maybe I get to be the one that's held and comforted now ... maybe I deserve it.</em>She thought to herself as she closed her eyes and accepted Peter's kiss.<br/><br/>There was  very soft moan that accompanied her full lips pressing into his. Her hands cradled his back and kept herself pressed up to him. She could feel his response, the tensing and relaxing of his muscles, the stirring in his pants, she felt proud of herself for inspiring this. She felt comfortable being desired in his arms. Maybe she could even slip into this identity for awhile, not worry about the stress of being Xavin for a bit. What would be the harm? These problems were bigger than the two of them...why not do what felt good?<br/><br/>She arched her back slightly as he rubbed her exposed lower abdomen, pressing herself into him, her breasts, larger and softer than she was used to fitting rather comfortably up against Spider-Man. No wonder they were such a great couple, she thought to herself, physically they fit together so well...<br/><br/>"You can...call me Mary Jane...for awhile..." she offered, keeping her mouth less than an inch from his, eyes barely open, she moved in his arms just enough to be very distracting as she squeezed his back.