[party post] come sail away with me

[varymydays]

You've come through a door, and you are on a boat. Specifically, you're on a cruise ship in the middle of some giant body of water. You've come through the door behind you which is attached to nothing and may now be locked. It's relatively empty as giant as it appears to be. The only other passengers that are here appear to also have come through the door for the most part and it is not nearly enough to fill up this entire cruise ship.

Also, who knows who the hell is driving this thing since all of the employees appear to be either ghosts or holograms...

Is this your first time here or your hundredth time here? Do you want a drink or a dip in the pool? Is it day or night? Do you stumble on your room or some other situation either fun or painful within its many rooms, shops, and facilities? Do you run into someone you know or a complete stranger?

The possibilities are unlimited!

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[outgunned]

You are a very smart man, Peter Parker.

Mary Jane seems pleased he acknowledges this, and will be extra pleased if he keeps from ever going splat in any of his Spidey excursions. She thinks about that more than she cares to admit, how often Peter puts himself in danger and how many close calls he must have that he never tells her about so she won't worry, but it never stops her from loving him and wanting to be with him.

Those days of lacking courage and the strength of knowing what she wants are long over.

Also, Chicago totally prepared them for situations like this.

Mary Jane bump-checks his hip with hers when he suggests getting dressed. "You read my mind, tiger. I'll be waiting right here," she says, a grin on her face that's meant to convey exploring will be worth his while.

[normalguy]

Peter has his moments (he also has his moments of being a complete idiot).

He would never tell her about most of the close calls. It would make her worry unnecessarily, and he knows she already worries so much as it is. He doesn't know how it never stops her, but he is so grateful that she is still in his life, that she loves him and wants him.

Peter can't imagine his life without her in it. The biggest fear that he has it's losing her. There's nothing else that could compare to that fear.

He laughs a bit when she bump-checks, and he laughs a bit, sliding his hand into her own. "Okay, actually maybe you can go with me, waiting right outside of the dressing room or... you can go with me like inside of it too."

[outgunned]

"Peter Parker, since when do you make such indecent proposals?" Mary Jane asks with a feigned gasp. One would think she is scandalized or offended, except she finishes off this train of thought with a wicked grin and an: "'Cause I like where this is going."

Mary Jane is always going to encourage people to figuratively let their hair down.

Once he slides his hand into her own, Mary Jane locks their fingers together and starts tugging him toward one of the changing rooms near the pools, closing the door behind her. If anyone were to pass by, they might see her jacket fly off to the side, followed by a heel, and a small thud which would be Peter's back against the door itself.

The boats about to rock a bit, folks.

[normalguy]

Peter laughs at her feigned gasp, and he ducks his head before he looks back up at her slowly with a tiny smirk that widens into a smile at the sight of that gorgeous wicked grin. "You do?"

He lifts his eyebrows, and then he laughs. Sometimes he can hardly believe it-- That they're here, that they are with each other, that he has her, this beautiful in every single way person who makes him so happy. He thought happiness was stolen from him, but he has found it with her.

Peter stares after her with a slow smirk as they head into the room, and the smirk widens a bit. He slides out of that red and blue suit as she presses him back against the door with a small thud. His arms wind around her waist as he pulls her in against him tightly, his mouth finding her own, as he is stripped of the suit, and the backpack falls to the ground at his feet.

And there is only Mary Jane and this changing room as his hands slide up her back, and he helps remove more of her clothing, piece by piece until she is bare and pressed against him, muffled noises and wanting with an intensity that can't be doused by anything but their bodies tangling together like this. His mouth fastens over her own.

"God, Mary Jane." That might be heard too, because it is impossible to stay quiet with the strength of how he wants her, and he doesn't think to be quiet about it tbh.