dance, dance (we're falling apart to half-time) (фемслэш)

“We were going to go dancing. Peter and I, I mean. We could still go. You and me, that is, it’s not like we need Peter to dance, or any boys at all, and he’s not very good anyways –,”
“Gwen Stacy,” Mary Jane said and Gwen faltered at the sound of her own name on foreign lips. “It’s like you read my mind.”
 
Or: Gwen and MJ will always be each other's favorite dance partner.