adarkflash (adarkflash) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-12-13 02:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | flash thompson, mary jane watson |
Who: Adam, MK
Where: Adam's apartment
When: Recently
What: Adam & MK Christmas special.
Warnings: Warm fuzziness, swearing.
Adam hung up the phone with MK once he reached the door, delicately placing it into his pocket as he juggled the blunt in his mouth to locate his keys. Disorganization, forgetfulness, apathy. All prices he was paying for his lifestyle now, but it was the only thing to dull a daily pain. A daily want for a life he thought he could hold together. The drugs made it better. The booze made it distant. MK’s love made him think it was all worth it because if he was wrong, then what did he really have? Adam fumbled, keys jangling in his hand as he opened his front door and turned on the lights to reveal a shiny, bright winter wonderland in his once bare and sharped cornered living room. Wreaths on every blank wall space, red and green candles lining tables like a fire hazard, stockings near his fireplace, bright poinsettias in glass jars, glittering garlands and their tree in the middle of it all looking like it was competing to not be outmatched by the rest.
He smiled brightly at it and shut the door behind him with a ringalingling of the bells hung there. “This is what happens when you give a woman back your key.” Adam said out loud, even if the only person with him wasn’t listening. Flash was done and mad at everyone that wasn’t Gwen (who hadn’t been around for days now so ok now he was mad at her too). The doc didn’t mind though. Flash threw fits before and he’d come around eventually. Maybe he still was a bit of a bully and an idiot, but Flash wasn’t that different from a little brother. They’d fight and give each other the silent treatment, but the only reason why Flash was really upset was because he cared about Adam. They’d never be able to actually hate each other.
Flopping down on the couch, Adam fished out some colored pills from his pocket and popped them in his mouth before MK could get here and see him do it. She’d give him a so hypocritical lecture that didn’t fit in with all this Christmas cheer he was surrounded by. So, he finished up his blunt, rolled another and waited for her to come home just as he was starting to see the lines of all the bright lights in his living room fuzz.
MK had already taken her pretty pills before she left her hotel room at the Venetian, and she had taken a few sips (okay, maybe chugs) from her bottle of whiskey, too. This would be good. Like Adam had said before, they were doing Christmas right this year. Thanksgiving had been a bust, Halloween had been an even bigger bust, but Christmas...yes, Christmas would be good. She had already sneaked into Adam’s apartment while he was out and vomited jolly good cheer all over his minimalist decor, but she wanted more.
And, that was the crux of MK’s problems; she always wanted more. More booze, more drugs, more love. More time with Adam. Unconsciously, she consumed and consumed until she drained everything bonedry, until she sucked the life right out of it. She didn’t want to do it, not on purpose, but that seemed to always be happening. Especially with Adam. But, this wasn’t about that, nor was it about Sam and Val’s nagging about Adam and the clinic. No, they were just going to be happy, at least for a little bit, because they needed and deserved it. Forget about Val, forget about the clinic, MK just wanted to focus on Adam, on them, on being content for once in this fucked up city.
Now, she knew she should probably let MJ through, especially given Gwen’s glaring absence from the door, but after she had her time. The little bitch teenager went behind her back, and while it got her Adam back, the thought of MJ doing that infuriated the older redhead. The younger girl could wait. Peter wasn’t around anyway, and that was why that girl wanted to go through anyway, right? MJ could suffer the consequences of her actions a little longer.
So, laden with yet another bag of decorations and bottles of eggnog and rum, MK let herself into Adam’s apartment with her recently reacquired key. The weather wasn’t as cold as she liked it to be around Christmas time (even if she didn’t quite like the snow) like it was in New York, but the evenings dipped down low enough that she was bundled up a little: light green scarf, jacket, riding boots. As she walked into the living room, cheeks reddened from the nip in the wind and the whiskey buzz, and she smiled widely when she spotted him. “Hi, baby,” she said, grin spreading across her lips quickly, and she lifted the brown paper shopping bag. “I couldn’t resist.”
It took a moment for him to focus on her, the sound of the bells stirring him from his place as he registered the green of her scarf and red of her hair as Santa’s little helper. He grinned at her, thinking that everything must be in holiday colors now and what happened after Christmas was over? Could she still wear green or would the memory of a holiday past gone forbid something like that? “Don’t think I’ve done Christmas this-” He raised his brow thinking of the right word. “Severely.” No, that wasn’t it. “Enthusiastically?” Yes, there it was. Adam made a sound of approval.
He pointed to the table in front of him for her to put the bags down and after taking a long inhale of his blunt, he started to rifle through the things she brought for him greedily. “More lights. Good. Like the classy corner of nothing too sparkly over there-” He pointed to a part of the living room covered with some of the more high-brow decorations like a woven reindeer and white winter flowers. “But, can’t have the whole place looking like that. People might get the wrong idea about us.”
Adam started to sort the different decorations into groups that really only made sense to him. One of his hands idly swat for her scarf, tugging it closer to him so that he could crush his mouth against hers in the kind of desperation for each other they had been feeling lately. Later in his life, Adam would look back at this moment and call it the height of their relationship death throes. The spiral into self destruction all in the name of the holidays.
“There’s nothing severe about Christmas, Adam,” MK teased, as she walked further into the living room. She dropped the bags on the table and began rifling through them as well. Okay, maybe she had gone a little overboard, and Adam’s apartment would probably end up looking like a mall holiday wonderland. But, MK liked the bright lights and cheery elves beaming up at them. It reminded her that this needed to be a happy time. For both of them.
She smiled down at him as he burrowed into the paper bags and glanced over at the corner he pointed at. The decorations everywhere were a bit of a hodgepodge, and MK decided to redistribute later. Now, however, she was a little distracted by the tug against her scarf. She giggled just as their lips met, taking him in just as hungrily as she had at the party. As if every moment would be their last. A sound of pleasure rumbled at the back of her throat, a sultry mmm that was purely desire. “And what kind of people would that be, Waterhouse?” she asked against his mouth. Her breath was hot and tangy from the alcohol, and her eyes heavy-lidded.
He lost interest in the ornament he was holding in his other hand and let it roll on the couch so he could tug her closer. What people, indeed. They didn’t really have friends, did they? Luke and Wren, maybe, but inviting them over to this winterland showcase would only end in a lecture or some quick excuses to leave. Val wasn’t an option, neither was Olive and spending time with Sam would feel like he was getting ganged up on, so there wasn’t anyone, was there? Just them in this little Christmas hideaway. But, that’s how they had always thrived. “Just trying to help your image, MK. Know the paparazzi are sneak and nosy. Could have hidden a camera in that hanging Santa.” He pointed to a knitted Santa on the wall with bright red cheeks, impossibly round nose and robust beard.
MK laughed again, something quiet and joyful. A foreign sound during the past few weeks, or really, months. She let him tug her closer, but continued to stand over him, tendrils of red hair obscuring her view of the reds and blues and whites scattered around the livingroom. “If the paps managed to sneak a camera in here, I’ll be really impressed.” She smirked at him, then looked over her shoulder all the same. “Maybe we should off Santa. Just in case. We can’t have people thinking I’m a homebody or something. What will the world saaaaay?” She thought briefly of Wren, Luke, and Gus coming over to spend a day, maybe some Christmas dinner, but things were still tense. This was their sanctuary, and she didn’t want anyone to taint it.
“New rule. Nothing that looks like it might judge whatever it is we might be doing.” His cheeks turned a small shade of pink as they usually did in his awkward version of flirtation and he got to his feet slowly, lingering close to her and giving pecks of kisses before eventually moving towards the Santa decoration. “Sorry, old man.” The thought of donating the thing to a charity or a shelter crossed his mind, but he knew better than to even step foot on the premises. Soon he’d be rolling up his sleeves and checking children’s coughs and answering concerned mother’s questions about diabetes during the holidays. And, he’d never go back to that. Not for anything. No matter how much he missed it.
Instead, he just tore Santa off the wall and tossed it onto the ground to start a pile. “Need something in its place. Maybe some garland? A wreath?” Adam looked to her for suggestions, rubbing his chin with the palm of his hand thoughtfully like they were decorating an art gallery. “Last time I checked, wreaths don’t judge. Or have beards to hide cameras in.”
As he sauntered over to the suspicious looking Santa, she began digging through the bags again and pulling out the contents to place on the table. Some more string lights, garland, baubles and figurines. The eggnog and rum found their way onto the table as well, and she moved towards the kitchen to make drinks. His question, though, had her stopping in her tracks, and she made a thoughtful noise. “Hmmm. What about the bows? Worth the risk?” Her hands fell into the shopping bag again, and she pulled out a small wreath purchased that afternoon. There were other, bigger ones around the space already, but like she had said: she couldn’t resist. She walked over to where Adam stood and held it out for him.
“Baby wreath. No judgement from them,” MK said with a small smile, and for extra effect, she kicked the Santa away a little before looking at Adam again with a small smirk. “If anything, we can use a little garland to shield it from whatever you’re planning on doing to me.”
He reached to take the wreath from her hands, his grip lacking the sort of precise deliberateness that it had before their breakup, but he didn’t seem to even notice. Sometimes Adam couldn’t balance plates like he used to or do equations in his head, but it was hard to get frustrated about something like that when he didn’t have anything to be responsible for. That was the point of numbing his pain and covering his once neat and simple apartment with decorations, wasn’t? He beamed at her and turned to place the wreath up, fixing it so it wasn’t so lopsided, but only by a little. “This poor little wreath is going to lose its innocence by the end of the night, I’m afraid.” He said with a shrug and moved onto turning reindeers away from any direct stares at the couch.
Soon, he wandered back to the kitchen when she started making drinks and leaned on the counter. Adam wasn’t always very attentive, but having MK’s ghost haunt the apartment for what felt like years, he seemed happy to have the real thing back. He gave an admiring look to her figure, the way she carried herself even with the huge amounts of hidden sadness that was buried and locked inside of her. “Going to suggest something and I want you to hear me out.” Adam said after a moment, the look on his face innocent enough. “I think we should do something nice for Luke and Wren this year. Both have been kind to me and wanted us back together. Believed in us, even if Wren has a strange way of showing it.” Something about Christmas and the drugs made him feel sentimental. “Should take them out to dinner. Pretend we’re all friends for the night.”
She had discarded the jacket on the couch, but the scarf still hung around her neck, though somewhat askew after Adam’s tugging. And though he’d seen her at her worst, she still liked looking put together for him. MK could feel him watching her as she began preparing their drinks -- dropping the ice cubes in the glass with a clink, mixing the eggnog and rum. She glanced up at him almost shyly, and her lips curled up in a pleased sort of way. Cheeks just faintly pink, enough to match his. He was the only person in recent years that could actually strip her away down to the core, past the ultra-confidence and sultry voice.
She had just finished his drink and leaned on the counter to hand it off to him. When he grabbed it, she stood abruptly and looked away. “Oh, yeah?” She busied herself with her own drink, putting a little more rum in hers than she had in his. Oops. “I--uh,” she started, but stopped, pursing her lips together as she swirled the glass. Before speaking again, she drained half the glass, causing a slight shudder. “Dinner? Yeah, I--yeah, okay, dinner.” She went quiet for a second before turning to him finally. “You sure it’s not too soon? Wren, I think she’s still angry at me. Actually, she totally has to still be angry at me. Plus Gus, and their new house, and Passages, and--” She cut off her ramble with another sip of her drink and a pointed look at Adam. Sure, she and Wren had spoken, but that didn’t mean things were okay. Not by a long shot.
He took a sip of his drink and ignored any kind of excessive boozing she might have been doing. A blind eye. That was exactly what he was doing and what he advised Wren to do as well. He was in a place of denial that made him believe the whole dire situation Gwen and MJ had laid out for him that night of the party was just an exaggeration. Yes, she drank a lot, but nothing more than any of the other women who had the same taste for fame. This was a good rational to have, especially when he didn’t want any kind of substance abuse accusations turned back at him. “Shouldn’t be mad at you. Not your fault.” Adam said, decisively on her side. He had never been surprised or even all that hurt when MK “cheated” on him. Knowing full well that he had done plenty of emotional cheating (accidentally) on his own. The sort of thing she suspected, but he never admitted to.
And, just like that, they were back on their own island. “Wren is always going to be jealous. Feel sorry for Luke sometimes. They’re going to be in their eighties at a retirement home and Wren will be upset Luke is sneaking a peek at some young nurse.” Raised, judgemental eyebrows. Because that wasn’t anything like them. No, Adam and MK had things finally figured out. “Honestly just wanted to brag a little. Happy. Probably happier than them.” That part was true. Luke and Wren couldn’t be happy together or apart. MK and Adam were only unhappy when they weren’t with each other.
“She still thinks it is,” MK mumbled of everything being her fault, and maybe Wren was right about that. Everything seemed to crumble under her touch. Her relationship, her best friend’s relationship, her own sanity. Still, the idea left MK with a bitter taste in her mouth, and she frowned as Adam tried to comfort her. She scoffed, then downed the rest of her first drink. “Yeah, you’re right. God, I love her, but she is literally insane when it comes to Luke. Gus, too, but not even as much.” She didn’t mention that sometimes Wren turned out to be right, but mostly because Luke was fairly clueless at times. He didn’t know the right thing to say, or that what he was doing was wrong. “They’re the most dramatic people I’ve ever met. In the best way. They should be on TV.” The alcohol buzzed in her brain, mixing with her high and creating a vacuum of word vomit. No one was safe from it.
She beamed at him over the counter, grin slow but wide, and she leaned towards him, elbows resting on the wooden surface. “Definitely happier, handsome. Eons and eons and billion times happier.” Just standing in his kitchen, she felt happier than she had in months.
His fingers inched up the side of her arm and he leaned closer, kissing her sweetly flavored lips gently in a way he had long before things got this bad. No, things were always bad. Only got worse with each moment they were in Vegas, but he couldn’t help feeling like being with her was the only thing to keep his ships from sinking. Where else where he go? To Val who hadn’t matured an inch since they first met in college? To Olive who lived in one big reminder of another redhead that was very nearly the love of his life? None of that could work out even if he tempted and tried each one like he was looking for an easy way out. And, when he quite literally gave up everything just to show MK he could and maybe even win her back, he couldn’t really imagine being with anyone else.
“No dinner.” He said against her lips, intoxicated by the scent of sugared liquor on her and the bubbling warmness all of the booze and drugs and love inside of him. “Just us this winter. Can be selfish. Want to be.” Adam touched the side of her face with the palm of his hand and kissed her again before leaning back to finish his drink. He decided in that moment that any secret plans with Val would be forfeited. Maybe he wouldn’t even tell her. Just not show up. Like how he stopped visiting Olive or digging up old conversations with Ain. That’s what MK wanted, wasn’t?
It was exactly what she wanted, selfishly and unabashedly. She just wanted Adam for herself, and in her entire world, all she desired was to crawl into bed with him for the next few months and ignore the rest. Forget their ‘friends’, or the fucking hotel, or anything else that would impede on this blip of bliss in their lives. “Just us,” she repeated after him when he pulled back to finish her drink. They would be in their little bubble, and she refused to let anyone or anything burst it for either of them. She took a moment to refill their drinks, then pulled herself up onto the counter before wrapping her legs around his waist to drag him closer.
“To us,” she said with a warm smile and held it up in a toast to him. She sipped at it, then leaned in to press her lips against his jaw. She pressed hot kisses and little nips across his jaw and down his neck. “We should get away, baby,” she said against his ear. “Soon. After Christmas, maybe. Just us.” Her fingers slowly skated up his pale arms, tugging him even closer. “Middle of nowhere.”
He closed his eyes and smiled at all the hungry little kisses, sometimes managing to catch a couple with his lips. Adam wasn’t a stranger to affection, but the way she showered him with it so unabashed and easily made him feel wanted. And all a charitable man like Adam could ask for was to be wanted. “Oh? Think you can part ways with Passages for a little while?” He asked dryly, knowing full well that they were both sick and tired of the Spidey kids meddling and taking priority over everything. Who knew it took some teenagers to make him want a break from comic books? He tilted his head to kiss her shoulder and nip at her neck as his hands wrapped around her waist.
“Will go somewhere cold. Snow maybe. Vermont. England? Stay in a nice bed and breakfast. Won’t think about Spider-man for a long time.” Adam smirked through Flash nearly screaming in his head.The more he thought about it, the more he sort of wanted to lose Passages all together on their trip. The thought of never having to worry about the constant trouble Vegas and that hotel made seemed almost too good to be true. “Can plan it later. First should go make any of the reindeer I forgot to turn around uncomfortable.” He smirked up at her.
“Oh, god, yes.” At this point, MK could never see Passages again, and it would still be too soon. Fuck Mary Jane Watson and Flash Thompson and Spider-Man and Gwen Stacy. Fuck them all. They did nothing but ruin and meddle and shove their noses in business that clearly wasn’t theirs. At most, she would give MJ one day to wrap up some stuff before the holidays. Make sure Peter was alive or whatever, and that things weren’t falling apart, but MK was finished with giving her life away for some teenagers from a fucking comic book. She was the real person; Mary Jane was just some nosy bratty teen who happened to be imaginary.
“Mmmmm. England. France. Out of the country, as far out and away from this fucking city as possible.” She arched her neck back, a quiet moan slipping out of her lips, before rolling her head back down to capture his mouth. Roger had lost Damian all those months ago when he left. What if it was the same for she and Adam? She could only hope because the last thing she wanted was MJ in her head. The girl was quiet, of course, and tucked away somewhere, but MK was incredibly displeased with the lack of transparency between herself and the teenager. But, his suggestion made her forget everything, and she slipped off the counter. She stretched up to catch his lips again and again as she unraveled the scarf around her neck. “Corrupting innocent reindeer?” she asked as she threw the green scarf around his neck and used it to tug him out of the kitchen and stumble towards the couch. “If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s corrupting things.” She pushed at his shirt with a free hand, still tugging and shuffling backwards to give the reindeer the best view.