Processing(Jemma Simmons)

Anniversaries of the death of a loved ones always tend to be moments where people look back of sorrow and a thought of what might have been. Especially when the wounds are only a year fresh, as it is in the case of Jemma Simmons. And when someone's death comes upon a wedding anniversary, well that just twists the knife into the ribs even more.

Jemma only looks out and sips on the cup of wine. She already had a good cry this morning, and now that she dries her eyes, she's left alone with bitterness at the fact that the monster who is responsible for the events of a year ago is still out there. A monster who would slowly kill her.

She likes to think that she's done a good enough job in putting her life back together. Living a lie is much more preferred to living the most harsh and stone cold reality. Jemma folds her arms together and brings out another deep sigh. Arms and legs both together in harmony.

"Hey."

Peter Parker, someone who has been a close and dear friend to her in these trying months, show up. He comes over and wraps his arms around Jemma with a hug.

"I needed that."

"I know. Last year…"

"Yes, Fitz. I'm still sorry."

"You don't need to blame yourself. I'm shouldering enough of the blame for both of us together."

"Yeah, I know, but Osborn is…."

"He's a monster that you thought was long gone, right before the evil Goblin cult brought him back to life."

Peter stands behind Jemma and puts his arms around her. It's true. It was not the first time the Green Goblin cheated death. His rampage on New York before Spider-Man brought him down caused many good people to lose their lives on that day.

"I want him dead."

"I'm sorry."

"And I'm not going to ask you to compromise your values to make him that. What kind of friend would I be if I asked you to do that? With great power there must also come great responsibility."

If more people lived by that fact, the world would be a lot better place. Jemma sits down the glass of wine and stands up. She considers Peter good long minute. She stumbles until Peter catches her.

"I think you need a good lie down."

"Yes...would you help me into bed?"

Jemma presses her body against Peter's. She feels how muscular he is. And to be honest, even though it's all kinds of wrong on today of all days, Jemma cannot help and admire her attraction to the handsome young man. The hero who risks his life, and does not do it for the accolades or the fame, no Peter does it because it's the right thing to do.

She admires this, and wishes more people would be selfless like him.

They move into the bedroom area. Jemma collapses on the bed and pulls Peter down right next to her. The two take a bit of a tumble. She alternates between laughing and crying before breathing in deeply and sobering up.

"Sorry, bit smashed right now."

"It's okay...you have a reason."

"It's taken me a year to process...and I should remember today...but today….I want to forget."

Without another word, all impulse control gone, Jemma shoves her lips on Peter's and kisses him. Peter pulls away respectfully.

"Bad breath that bad?"

"No, we shouldn't be doing this…."

"You're not going to leave me when I'm at my lowest, are you? I think...that it's your responsibility to help someone like me heal and move on….you wouldn't want to disappoint me, would you?"

Jemma strokes Peter's chest and breaths in his ear. The two of them move closer and closer. The top couple of buttons of her top open up and her skirt rides up.

"Please, just...this once….I feel so lonely."

"That's the alcohol talking."

Jemma grabs Peter's crotch and is glad to feel he's at least interested enough to consider this. Given what she overheard involving Peter and Daisy a few weeks ago, well, there's something which has been lurking in the resources of Jemma's mind, a demon just ready to get out.

And she wants to feel loved again and who better than Peter to do it.

"A drunk woman's words are a sober woman's taughts...and I can see that someone wants to play."

Jemma squeezes his manhood a couple more times. Peter leans in and puts his hand on her back. He leans in and kisses Jemma on the lips one more time. Their tongues meet together, with Jemma working her tongue down into the throat of the younger man in front of her.

Her hands brush against his biceps and she squeezes it. Jemma runs a finger down his body and reaches to undo his pants.

Peter pulls away.

"I'm going to help you...this isn't about me."

"Well, helping you would make me feel good but…."

Without another word, Peter flips up her skirt and reveals Jemma's lacy black panties. He pulls them back and brings her pussy out into the open. The evidence of arousal splash on Jemma's puffy pink lips right prior to Peter diving down on them and eating her out.

Jemma's mind goes completely wild. He knows how to eat a woman out. And she's getting eaten out by Spider-Man. His hands and tongue work in tandem to charge Jemma's libido up even more. Not that it needs much charging. For the first time in an extremely long time, Jemma focuses on her pleasure and not her guilt.

He's a pussy eating machine as well.

"You're good...how did...how did you get this good?"

Jemma fondles one of her breasts and lets out a whimpering sigh.

Peter's not about to reveal his trade secret. Let's just say, he learns a lot from his meetings with a certain Black Cat and leave it at that. He dives in and laps up Jemma's tasty juices. He can feel she's about ready to come and Peter doubles down on her, working her pussy completely over his tongue.

"Bloody hell!"

Jemma's eyes glaze completely over and she starts breathing heavily. Peter is really going to town on her pussy. She can feel herself heat up with a burning desire and it's not going to be too much longer before her pussy starts to release those warm juices all over his face.

She closes her legs onto the back of his head and leans in, breathing in pleasure. Peter rubs the back of her legs and sends Jemma into further fits. She's getting closer and he's edging her that much more closer.

Jemma explodes, squirting her warm juices all over Peter's face. Peter buries himself deep into her womanhood and goes down on her, sucking her juices out. She loves every minute, especially when Peter starts playing with her clit. Jemma takes a deep breath and allows her entire body to shudder to a stop.

Good, so good, and Jemma just smiles. It's about time she's gotten some long overdue attention. Peter rises up from her with a smile on his face. He reaches over and undoes Jemma's blouse the rest of the way. He pulls off her bra and starts playing with her firm tits.

"You're beautiful."

Jemma smiles when Peter worships her body with numerous kisses. It has gone untouched for a year and now Jemma's receiving a full court treatment of Peter exploring every nook and cranny. She makes many sensual noises and moans the more Peter's all over you.

"Mr. Parker, I think you're...a bit overdressed."

Peter smiles and Jemma sits up to help Peter out of his clothes. She oogles his muscular body, drool coming out of her. And there's already one set of lips which drools this entire time.

Jemma savors the moment, even if she wants to tear into his clothes like a kid on Christmas morning. Belt, pants, and then boxing shorts which reveals Peter's big beautiful cock. It's long, thick, and throbbing, and all for her. Jemma puts it in the palm of her hands.

"I need this inside me, right now."

Jemma slides back and spreads her legs. Peter takes the hint and moves over to Jemma. He lands inside of her body and pushes inside of her body.

The first couple of inches split Jemma in half like a pole being shoved inside. Jemma bites down on her lips.

No pain, no gain after all, and once she accommodates to this, she will get a hole lot of gain. Jemma rests back and tries to make sure Peter shoves his way into her tightening box.

Peter feels Jemma's wet lips part for him more and more. Her pussy is really wet and slick and makes him feel so good. Not to mention tight, tight, obviously she's not slept with anyone since Fitz's death a year ago at the hands of the Green Goblin. That gives Peter a brief amount of pause, but Jemma's inviting body entices him.

"It's...it's not even half, is it?"

"No, it isn't."

"Deeper! I really want you in me! I can take it! I'm a big girl."

"Well, I hope you can back it up."

Peter puts his hands on Jemma's waist and moves to her hips to give it a squeeze. Jemma gives a sexy sound when he edges a bit closer into her.

It takes Peter several minutes before he's completely inside of Jemma and rocking his cock inside of her body. She looks at him with a burning desire in her eyes. With Peter's hands ghosting over her chest and tugging on her nipples. Jemma moans hotly in his ear and moves her hands to grip his back.

"You're inside me...this is amazing."

Peter pushes his manhood into her and splits her completely down the middle. Jemma spreads her legs and allows for Peter's touch to go inside of her.

Her pussy bubbles over with molten desire. Peter's inside of her deep and hard. She cannot believe how long it takes. It allows Jemma to ease the pain and finally get some pleasure. Finally get a chance to move on, the deeper and faster Peter drives into her body.

The web slinger puts his hands on the back of her legs and elevates them into the air. This allows Peter to gain more leverage and smash Jemma.

"Getting smashed in a good way."

That cheeky smile only makes her loins moisten. Peter's inside of her and really going to town on her now. Every inch of him is inside of her and there's really no room to fit much of anything other than his manhood. Jemma tightens, tighter, tighter, until she pops.

A warm blast of juices comes all over Peter's manhood. He slams down into Jemma and works her to a rapid fire conclusion. Jemma moans and holds on for a hell of a ride. Making sure Peter's inside of her as deep as humanly possible, and riding her warm hole out until she loses it completely.

Peter closes around her thighs and pounds away at Jemma. He rides her again and again. Jemma clutches onto the bed and looks sexy as hell. The brainy woman gives herself up to her.

"Harder! I really want you to feel it. Pull my hair when you ram into me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, you wanker!"

It's always the brainy ones who are the most naughty. Peter rams into her and grabs onto Jemma's hair. The two of them smash their mouths onto each other as Peter smashes her. Their frantic make out and screwing session increases.

Peter slows down just enough to allow Jemma to savor the moment. His fingers release their grip from her hair.

"Sometimes, you need to make love. And sometimes you just need a good hard…."

Peter understands and appreciates that fact. He's all over Jemma once more and the sounds she make shows much she craves his touch. He can sense her release coming about in her body.

Jemma's legs tighten around him and she can feel the build up just about ready to burn through her body. A few more pushes send Peter deeper and deeper inside of her. Every inch of her lover makes Jemma appreciate him. Her body calls for his touch and craves it.

Up until the point of release, where Jemma feels like she's in heaven. He slows down, making sure Jemma feels every single moment, right before speeding back up.

The release comes and she feels more alive than ever before. The size of Peter's balls slapping against her jolting her up.

"You deserve to release as well...and inside me. Please...inside me."

Jemma holds onto Peter and he gets one look at her face. The adorable lip bite she does almost makes Peter come undone instantly. He rapidly holds onto her and smashes her warm hole up until the point where the friction builds up in him and Peter's about ready to pop.

He repeatedly works into her at a measured pace. Every single inche, Jemma feels and Peter feels her grinding against him, in anticipation for the final climax.

"Last chance."

"Do it. Web my pussy."

A bit corny, but sometimes humor between science nerds doesn't quite hit the mark. So, Peter will allow it.

The tension in his muscles rise up and something way beyond Spider Sense tingles. A tightening of his loins is the set off for his exploison. He plants his manhood further and further inside of her, slapping against her warm thighs and building up momentum for the end.

The end comes a few second with Peter shooting a stream of his essence into Jemma. Jemma clamps down onto him and joins him in their orgasm. Her arms and legs lock around him to bring Peter close.

While one does not get over what happened easily, Jemma feels a lot better now that she's been with someone that she trusts and cares about on this day. She's glad Peter came over and she's just glad he's come at all. The feeling of his balls slapping against her as they empty makes Jemma edge closer and closer, her nails digging into his shoulder. The moans coming out of her throat only increase.

Then, Peter detaches from her body and allows her to shudder to a stop.

"Stay with me tonight?"

"Anything."

Peter leans in and kisses Jemma one more time. She smiles and returns the kiss.

End.