Fandom: Spider-Man movieverse, post Spider-Man 2
Word Count: Ch. 6 - 1380 words
Summary: It is a month before Peter and Mary Jane’s wedding, and everything is seeming to go wrong. Unknown to the happy couple, help is about to come from an unexpected source.
Chapter Teaser: “Didn’t you notice how the florist looked at you? So intense, like she was memorizing every detail. And the way she hung on your every word. It was like I wasn’t even there,” Mary Jane smirked.
Chapter 6: Threads
“Do you like these flowers better than the ones we had picked out before?” Peter lifted the page toward Mary Jane. Brochures and portfolios were scattered across the kitchen table – for flowers, for food, for decorations. With only a few weeks to go, their florist, Ms. Peters, had suggested earlier that afternoon that final decisions needed to be made within the week. Luckily, Monday was a night off for both of them.
“Hmm?” Mary Jane was staring at him distractedly. She started and looked down at the page he was referring to. “Oh, yes, these are just a little nicer, don’t you think?”
“I think so if you think so. You’re the one who will be carrying them,” he demurred.
“I think so, then.”
Peter marked the page with a sticky note, and then closed the binder. As he lifted it to set aside, beneath was a list of items for the caterer. They had decided, for sake of time and money, to only have cake and hors d’oeuvres at the reception. Peter had already been through it to mark the ones he thought they could afford. “Which of these do you think we should choose?”
After too long a pause, he realized she was not paying attention to the list. He looked up at her and found a goofy grin on her face. “Well?” Peter asked again.
She glanced down and picked up her pencil, marking five or six items. “How about these?”
He nodded and added the brochure to the growing pile. “Okay, are we going with white, chocolate or red velvet for the cake?”
“How about red velvet with blue icing?”
Peter looked up again at her, momentarily confused. Mary Jane was barely controlling a mischievous smirk. Unable to remain business-like any longer, he nudged her shoulder with his fist. “Oh, niiiice. Shall we add black webbing with licorice?”
Mary Jane giggled, leaning closer to his face with a twinkle in her eye. “And one of your action figures next to the bride.”
“And then... ah, no, I can’t top that.” Peter cleared his throat with a smile, and looked at her askance. “What’s up? Not in the mood? You want to deal with this later?”
Mary Jane smiled secretively. “I’m sorry. I keep thinking about our meeting earlier.” She took a breath and continued, squeezing his arm ever-so-slightly. “I’m thinking I’m glad I’m getting you off the market.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Didn’t you notice how the florist looked at you? So intense, like she was memorizing every detail. And the way she hung on your every word. It was like I wasn’t even there,” Mary Jane smirked.
“I, uh...” Peter blushed. He was long used to no one noticing him when he was out of costume. MJ’s got to be joking…
Her smile was widened, as she added, “I think she might have a crush on you, Peter Parker.”
“What?” Peter asked, truly confused. “No, she’s married… she has a kid… she had a picture of her family on her desk.”
“So? Plenty of married women fantasize about other men.” Mary Jane lifted a hand to trail fondly down his cheek. “Not that I will, of course. I already have my fantasy guy.” She kissed him then, a light, feathery brush against the lips. His eyes fluttered closed in anticipation… but she stood up, starting to move away from the table.
“And who could ask for a more fantastic woman?” He stopped her by grasping her hand and kissing it gently. “Seriously, Ms. Peters was nice, but more like an…” He struggled to find the right words, to reassure Mary Jane that she had nothing to fear. “…older sister. She had a familiar air about her.” It was true – he had felt right at home with Ms. Peters, like she already had surmised everything they would need. They were lucky to have found her shop. Peter stood up himself, and came around to Mary Jane’s side of the table. He threaded his arms through hers from behind, and placed his hands on her waist. “I know who has a crush on you,” he whispered in her ear.
She swiveled in his arms and laced her hands behind his head. “I figured that one out ages ago.” She kissed him again, mouth opening to him eagerly.
Before they knew it, they were kissing with urgent need, and stumbling backward toward the bedroom. Falling with her on top of the covers, Peter stopped for breath. “May sixth can’t come soon enough.”
“Do you think we’ll make it through the reception?” she said, nuzzling his ear.
A year ago, when they had first become intimate, Peter and Mary Jane had made love passionately, as if they were trying to make up for lost time. Since then, they had learned to slow down and enjoy each other fully. Removing clothing became a languorous process.
They intended to use the night off wisely.
Harry sat down at his desk, taking a swig from his drink before taking the laptop out of sleep mode. It’s time to check on MJ.
When the connection established, what he saw turned his stomach. Though the picture was grainy, the sights and sounds of Peter and Mary Jane’s ‘activity’ were enough to make him retch. But oddly enough, he couldn’t stop watching with a mix of fascination and anger. When he and Mary Jane had been together, she had hardly allowed him to kiss her, let alone touch her the way Peter was at this very moment. His hand hovered over the touchpad.
Suddenly Peter’s head pivoted, eyes focused in concentration directly toward the camera.
“What’s wrong, Peter?” Mary Jane asked in a confused tone of voice.
He leapt out of bed, uncaring about his state of partial undress, and came to stand before the tall dresser. “How long have we had this clock, MJ?”
Mary Jane pulled the sheets around her, nonplussed by the way he had broken off their lovemaking. “A couple of days now, why?”
“It’s gone now, but for a few minutes, I felt a sense of danger coming from it.” He lifted it from the desk, and turned it slowly in his hands. “Where did you get it?”
“It was a gift from Louise.” Mary Jane was still a little shaken.
He turned and looked at her intently. “She gave it to you directly?”
“No, it came in the mail…” Mary Jane was starting to understand his unease.
Peter switched on the table lamp, and started to pry off the back. “Forgive me, Louise,” he apologized before the back splintered off onto the top of the dresser. Now that he could see inside, he noticed a bit of wiring spliced to the mechanism. Attached to this was a tiny pencil-eraser sized lens.
He tore it from the wiring and held it closer to the light for a minute as he examined it. “This was never a standard feature.” he remarked grimly, handing it to Mary Jane.
“Is this a… oh, my God,” she blushed. “Do you think we were just being spied on?”
“The way I reacted to it? I would bet on it.” His eyes narrowed in anger as he thought about what the spy had seen, a dark suspicion forming in his mind. “Who would do this? Are they after you or me?” He then sat on the bed beside her. “What could they have seen or heard?”
Mary Jane thought a minute. “Well, if you didn’t notice it until just now, it must have only been turned on when you weren’t home, right?”
“I guess it might have recorded me sleeping, or changing clothes.” She grimaced, and then looked to the bedside table where she had laid a receipt. “Or any telephone calls.” Picking up the scrap of paper, her face turned pale.
“Didn’t you say the other night that you were investigating a fire? What street was it on again?”
“Lorraine Street. Why?”
Mary Jane handed him the paper. It was a receipt for alterations on her wedding dress – he read aloud the address at the top of the slip: “Big Apple Cleaners, 56 Lorraine St.”
Next: Chapter 7: Alterations