Forsake Your Vows update

Eddie swung a hard right cross at Mary Jane’s face. The punch knocked the redhead back against a window. The boot he kicked into her chest sent her through it in an explosion of shattered glass and broken framework. Mary Jane tumbled outside into the yard, the wind knocked out of her.

Eddie jumped out the window, both feet aimed for Mary Jane’s chest. The stomp might have crushed her ribs, but she rolled out of the way. His boots struck the ground hard. Mary Jane whipped out her foot and hit Eddie just below the right kidney. Eddie groaned, pitched forward by the kick. Mary Jane pushed herself to her feet, facing Eddie in a fighting stance.

“Guess we aren’t going to talk about all the fun we had last time you were here,” Eddie snickered, his own dukes up in readiness for a strike. “I know I had fun. Looked like you had even more. Was that a nice change of pace? Parker must be enjoying himself, being married to you, but the way you touched yourself… looked like you had plenty of practice.”

Mary Jane realized he was trying to provoke her. Anger made a fighter reckless. She ignored Eddie’s remarks and waited for him to make an actual move.

Eddie didn’t like having those crass words hanging in the air any more than she did. He soon moved to launch the two of them back into the flow of combat.

The vigilante feinted a kick and threw a left jab into Mary Jane’s face. Mary Jane parried the attack, but Eddie quickly shifted into a left hook that cracked the side of Mary Jane’s jaw. He followed through with an uppercut right into Mary Jane’s belly.

The redhead grunted, but took the punishment. Pain was part of the job. She bent an elbow and smashed it into Eddie’s face, then hit him with a sweeping backfist that sent him reeling into the wooden fence around his lawn.

Eddie spat blood and swung a kick at Mary Jane’s groin. She shifted a leg and took the kick on her bulging thigh muscle. Eddie slashed a cross-body chop at Mary Jane’s face. Her forearm met his wrist and she stabbed rigid fingers under his rib cage.

“I’m not talking about what happened because nothing happened. You wanted a show, I gave you a show. You’re an idiot if you think that means anything.”

From where he was doubled over, Eddie forced out a retort: “Do you always come that hard when nobody’s watching?”

She pumped a knee into his gut and slammed a right cross into his jaw. Eddie dropped at the base of a rhubarb plant. Mary Jane waited for him to get up.

Eddie climbed to one knee, gasping for breath and wiping the blood from his mouth with one hand. “Easy, easy,” he choked out. “I give! I’ve had enough, okay? Just lemme—“

He suddenly swung his other hand out, sending a handful of rock mulch Mary Jane’s way. She ducked under it, but Eddie was on his feet now, swinging a vicious kick at her. Mary Jane snatched his ankle and twisted, sending him somersaulting to the ground.

Eddie started to pick himself up, but MJ kicked him in the ribs. Eddie dropped onto his face and moaned through a haze of pain. Mary Jane straddled his fallen body, planting her knee into the small of his back and pulling him up by the hair.

“I did hear you say you give, right?” she asked.

“You know how it is on the street,” Eddie replied. “You’ve got to be prepared for everything.”

“Yeah. That’s why I ducked. But what’d I hear you say again…”

“You win.”

“Ha!” Mary Jane let go of him, jumping up into the air in celebration. “I did it!”

Slowly Eddie got up himself, smiling at her victory. “Knew you had it in you, Red.”

Mary Jane smiled broadly. “Of course you did. Why would you train me otherwise?”

The question hung in the air. Eddie had meant to taunt her before, but his words had a ring of truth. She had been trying to sweep what had happened—what she had done—under the rug, ignoring it like she tried to suppress the problems with her marriage.

And Eddie hadn’t just been trying to distract her. He’d been needling her with how unfair it was for her to tease him like she’d been doing, knowing of his interest in her.

But Mary Jane just couldn’t care about all that right now. She’d actually beat Eddie in no-holds-barred combat. She was too damn happy for all the friction between them to matter. And she loved him, loved all he’d done for her, all the support and tough love and help he’d given her. Laughing on the verge of hysteria, Mary Jane jumped into his arms, wrapping both her legs around him and planting her hands against the hard muscles of his broad back.

And his hand was on her back. But it didn’t stay there. It slid down her spine until it reached where her waist curved out into her ass. Mary Jane shuddered, but he touched her with intention, no mere accidental brush… he petted her perfect cheek, tracing the line of her panties. Mary Jane closed her eyes, simply enjoying the caress and not thinking of how wrong it was.