Fine but they've lost the last of their clothes (Black Cat POV)

God Spidey knows how to make a girl smile. Its not fair for someone to tell a joke that bad and still get a laugh out of me. When our laughter subsidies Spid- Peter and I stare at one another. Our faces are close. Too close. I take my hands and place them on either side of his head so I can focus on his face. He looks at me confused, but I simply look deeply into his hazel eyes. I study his face like it's my favorite novel. He so handsome! His brown hair. His strong chin. His innocent expressions. He's got it all. I remember a time when I dreaded seeing him without his mask. Like it would somehow ruin him for me.

"Why was I so scared to see this face for so long," I muse. I didn't plan to say that out loud. Surprised Peter placed his hands on his exposed face confirming his mask was gone. His expression becomes worried. His identity has always been important to him. He panics for a second then looks over at me. His eyes look me over up and down and then widen. Confused I look down and end up doing the same. During our crazy descent and landing, the two of us had managed to lose the last vestiges of clothing we had. Pete and I were sitting in a tree. N.A.K.K.I.D. Peter throws his hands over his cock while I do the same with my boobs. We stare at one another but this time our faces are blushing bright red. He flashes me an awkward smile and gives a weak smile I do the same.

"Well on the bright side, no one will know you're Spider-Man." I say with a shrug.

"Yeah," he replies, "They'll just think I'm some naked guy."

"Guess Peter Parker's reputation might take a hit."

"I'm use to that. Comes with the life."

We laugh at that. Then our foreheads touch. We stop and look into one another's eyes . Damn He's close. Especially his lips. I rack my brain trying to remember his current relationship status. Is he dating anyone? In the end I decide I don't care. I move my lips towards his. He doesn't move away. Good sign. Then he puckers his lips. Great sign. And just as we are about to make contact.

"Mommy mommy," A child yells from below us, "look how big this tree is."

I stop in my tracks. My eyes go wide. His do the same. I bit my lip and he clutches his teeth. We are both equally terrified. Our eyes wander down to see a little girl standing near the trunk of the tree. And if we can see her, nothing's stopping her from looking up and seeing us. Our bodies tense up. I can easily see where this scenario can go so wrong. Girl looks up. Screams. Mother calls 911. Peter and me running from cops in our Birthday Suits. A pair of naked mugshots. Then us locked up in jail desperately covering our privates. Not how I want to spend my night.

As I consider who to call for my one phone call, Peter wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me in close. I gasp as he places my head against his chest and I feel his tight abs on my stomach. He skootches us closer to the trunk clearly trying to make us less noticeable. I know he's just trying to protect me, but GOD is this hot. As I sit here in his arms, seconds from disaster And all I can think of is his slowly growing member. I wonder if we'll get charged with sexual harassments when we're charged. Thankfully that doesn't happen. The girl's mother comes by to collect her daughter. They have a short exchange before walking away. Neither the wiser about the naked couple a few feet above them. Peter and I take a mutual sigh of relief. But only for a moment.

"Ooh," Peter exclaims as her releases his arms from around my waist and holds them in the air, "Sorry about that."

"It's fine," I replied scooching away from him and trying to hide my blushing cheeks. I catch sight of Peter's (very nice) erect penis for a second before he recovers with his hands. Watching him futility try and hide his shame is something I find really cute, but it also makes me feel a bit embarrassed so I cover my unmentionables as well.

We both sit for a bit in silence trying to think of something so say.

"Sooo how far was that hotel again?" Peter asked nervously. I look over and see my hotel in the distance. It didn't look that far, maybe the distance of a few city block, but under these circumstances it might as well be miles away.

"It's going to be a walk." I tell him.

"Great," Peter replies clearly not excited about this. "Well lead the way."

"How gentlemanly," I jest, "But no."

I knock Spidey out of the tree and jump down after him.