With great power, comes great responsibility.

Mary Jane's already asleep by the time I carefully crawl into bed in only my underwear, having stripped out of my Spidey suit. For a second, I consider leaving her to rest, but in the end, that doesn't feel quite right -- after how I rushed out of here,* she warrants some sort of notice of my return, is my thinking. Easing myself down behind her, I gently reach out to brush back some of her hair, leaning over her just enough to press a lingering kiss to her cheek, my eyes briefly fluttering shut.

"Mary Jane," I murmur, barely above a whisper as I rest a hand over her hip. "M'home."

* See all the details in Days Like This! -- N.N.