Author's Notes: I want to say a big thank you to all the reviewers who took the time and wrote a little something after reading the chapters. I truly appreciate it. I love writing these so that others can enjoy them, and trust me, I can whip these things out.

Angelsoul

Spider Man: Between Heaven and Hell

Chapter Three: Confessions

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She cocked her head to the side and crossed her arms over her chest. Not fighting the tears that streamed down her face, or the way her lips were trembling.

"Well? What's it gonna be, Tiger?"

Peter stared at her, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

Oh, God! Yes, MJ! God, Yes!

That is what he wanted to say, of course being a total male and losing just about all-coherent capabilities when it comes to speaking to the love of his life, it's not what came out of his mouth.

"Huh?" he muttered.

Mary Jane rolled her eyes affectionately.

"Peter." She began, uncrossing her arms. "I love you. I would very much like to spend the rest of my life showing you exactly how much I love you, but right now I would settle for dinner and a movie."

She paused, a wicked gleam appearing in her eyes, followed by a sly grin.

"Then maybe we could get on with the heavy make-out sessions, because I have been wanting to do to things…well, and then we could move on to…well you know."

Her face turned bright red and she bit anxiously on her lower lip, hoping that she didn't embarrass him as much as she thought she embarrassed herself.

God! Could I have sounded more desperate? Mary Jane thought to herself.

Peter could hear and feel the walls that he had erected around his battered heart begin to tumble and fall away, leaving only his love for this remarkable woman.

Mary Jane nearly lost all the breath in her lungs as she saw the patented; Peter Parker, dimpled grin spread across his face. The darkness in her heart began to lift as her hopes that he she could finally reach through to him had been achieved.

He can smile at me like that anytime he wants…because Holy God!

Feeling the heat in her body raise to nearly scorching levels, her eyes involuntarily wandered from his handsome face down to the broad expanse of his chest, his finely sculpted pectorals were easily visible through the thin material of the v-neck, black t-shirt he was wearing.

Okay, I so need to stop now…

For some reason she wasn't really up to listening to her brain at the moment as her eyes continued on a downward path, hungrily eyeing his perfect biceps and forearms, right down to his flat, hard stomach.

Christ, I could wash my clothes on those abs…

Mary Jane knew that if she allowed her eyes to travel any lower than his lean hips, they wouldn't make it out of this alley, and that it was also a distinct possibility that she would have to run back to the diner for a drool cup.

Definitely not Puny Parker anymore, God, I think I'm gonna faint…

Sometime during her silent appraisal of his body, Peter had gathered the courage and closed the distance between them, their bodies' now only mere inches from touching.

Her eyes snapped up to look at him, she gasped at the intensity and passion in his look, his head dipped ever so slowly. Her eyes going from his lips back to his eyes as he slowly came closer.

He's going to kiss me…oh my God, dammit, just kiss me Peter…please!

There lips hovered so closely together, that a strand of hair wouldn't have been able to pass between them.

"I love you, MJ."

His whispered confession was the last coherent thought she processed as his lips clamped down on hers, and everything became a kaleidoscope of colors, followed by emotions that she never knew existed.

Both Heaven and Hell resided in his kiss, pleasure and pain, torment and relief. Never, not even counting their two previous kisses, had she felt so much emotion pass between their lips.

Then everything went to black, as his tongue touched hers, passing over her lips and probing her mouth.

She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She gasped into his mouth, as his hardness pressed against her pelvis, not caring who saw them she pressed further into him, causing him to moan. His hands tangled in her hair, softly kneading the luscious strands of fire that had haunted his dreams for years.

She had no idea how long they embraced each other, their tongues dancing together in a ritual as old as time, but when they pulled away for air, her eyes were dilated and darkened with desire.

Dear God, can he kiss!

"Damn…okay, we're going to be doing a whole lot of the kissing, because…wow." She breathed out, shaking her head as if that would help clear her mind.

That's a big ten-four, Peter thought to himself.

Peter nodded, a silly grin spread across his face, "Definitely…because…yeah, what you said…wow."

Mary Jane laughed, "Peter…where did you learn to kiss like that?"

Peter shook his head, hands on his hips. "I have no idea…I think it's…just because it's you…"

Mary Jane barely held back another wave of tears; cupping his cheeks in her hands she kissed him softly.

"I love you so much, Peter."

Peter's smile faltered as the dull and oh so familiar buzzing sensation tore through his mind.

Pulling Mary Jane closer, his head snapped around in all directions for any immediate signs of…

"Well, isn't this just too damn sweet?"

The deep Brooklyn accented voice came from the shadows behind them.

Peter spun around quickly, in the process pushing Mary Jane behind him in a position where she could look over his shoulder, she gasped and tugged tightly at Peter's t-shirt, her heart pounding away in her chest.

Oh, shit! This guy could have heard everything…

The man stepped from the shadows of the lowly lit alley, his face rugged and lined with wrinkles, a winter cap resting on his head. His 6-foot frame was impressive alone, adding the 200-pounds that he weighed would have been enough to usually make her wet her self. Of course the fact that he was holding a large revolver, and that it was pointed at them, actually Peter, made her blood run cold.

No…Please don't do anything stupid, Peter.

The thug, with his faded flannel jacket, took another few steps, bringing the gun to rest just a few inches from Peter's face.

Peter almost winced as Mary Jane's long, manicured nails dug into the flesh on his arm, her body beginning to tremble in fear.

Don't hurt him! She wanted to scream those words at the top of her lungs, but fear prevented her mouth from making any noise.

"What do you want?" Peter asked, his voice calm and non-threatening.

The man snarled and rolled his eyes, "World peace…what the fuck you think I want man? I want your money and hers…oh and I'll take that pretty little necklace around the bitches neck, the one with the emerald in it."

Mary Jane clamped her hand around her necklace.

"No…" she pleaded, "This belonged to my grandmother…it's all I have left of her."

The man gave her a mock frown, "Aww…that's so sad." The frown was quickly replaced with a toothless grin.

"Now ask me if I care?"

He took one more step and Mary Jane barely held back a gut wrenching sob as the man laid the barrel of his revolver against Peter's forehead.

"The necklace…now or your boyfriend here will end up with his brains in your face."

Mary Jane flinched, "Okay…just…just don't hurt him."

"MJ…don't." Peter said softly. "It's okay." He added as she increased the pressure on his arm.

"But, Peter…please don't…" she begged him.

God, Peter…be careful.

She had to trust him, it had to start now. If she was ever going to get used to him being Spider Man, now was the time.

The man's brows rose in confusion, "You have a death wish kid?"

Peter smirked, his eyes seemed to gleam with a knowledge that the other man would never even begin to understand, and then faster then Mary Jane had ever seen anyone move, or actually he moved so fast that she didn't see him move, Peter had his left hand on the man's wrist, crushing the pressure point there, paralyzing his hand. The gun dropped to the ground with a clank that echoed throughout the alley.

"OW! You Son-of-Grrk!!!"

The rest of the man's words were caught off as Peter's other hand wrapped tightly around his throat, lifting him cleanly off the ground. The man's feet dangled there, a good six inches from touching the dirty pavement.

Mary Jane stared at Peter in awe.

Wow…I really need to get used to Peter being like super-strong…

"MJ, please pick up the gun." Peter asked her, the unusual calm still in his voice.

Mary Jane nodded, "Sure."

Peter eyes bore into the thugs, his usual innocent expression turned cold and seethed with hatred.

"I know you now…If I ever see you again, it will be worse."

Mary Jane watched in amazement as Peter, without so much as grunting, tossed the man backwards a good 20 feet into a pile of trash and old cardboard boxes. The man quickly crawled to his feet and scampered away like a poodle with its tail between its legs after being bested by a bigger and much meaner, pit bull.

Feeling brave, Mary Jane shouted at the quickly retreating man, "Goes for me too! I don't wanna see you ever again. Jackass!"

Peter raised his eyebrow at her, a smile forming on his lips.

"That's telling him."

Mary Jane grinned, "Damn right…you okay?"

Peter shrugged, "Yeah, I'm good. How about you?"

She smiled as his hand quickly found hers and pulled her against his chest. Her arms immediately wound themselves around his neck.

"Peter, that was amazing…you were amazing." She whispered against his neck.

Peter smiled, chills running down his spine as her breath tickled the skin on his neck.

"No big deal…as long as you're okay. I go through that everyday."

He paused, as if searching for something else to say.

"Of course, I'm usually running around in a mask and a pair of red long-johns, but hey it's all good."

Mary Jane laughed, "Oh God, Peter!" she breathed out between fits of laughter. "You are amazing."

"So are you…amazing I mean. I've always wanted to say that to you. You are the most amazing woman I know, that I will ever know."

Mary Jane raised her head up and kissed him softly, "God, I'm such a sucker for you. You totally have me whipped already and we haven't even had a first date yet."

Peter smiled, "Dinner and a movie?"

Mary Jane nodded, "Yeah…you up for a cheeseburger? Oh crap!"

Peter pulled back, "What? What's wrong?"

Mary Jane looked back at the diner behind them, "I just ran out of there! I didn't tell Enrique what I was doing!"

Peter grimaced, "Uh oh. You wont get into too much trouble will you?"

Mary Jane shrugged, "I don't think so, I'm the only reliable waitress he has. He can't really afford to lose me."

Peter nodded, "Okay. Lets do this." He paused. "When does your shift end?"

Mary Jane looked down at her watch and frowned, "In three hours, which would be at 11 o'clock. Dammit!"

Peter pushed her hair away from her eyes, "Shh…it's ok. I'll swing by and pick you up then. We can go back to my place and watch some movies and eat Chinese. Umm…Chinese is still your favorite right?"

Mary Jane stared at him, "Wow…how did you know that?"

Peter poked himself in the chest while puffing it out, "Super-hero stalker, remember?"

She giggled, "Right…you've been spying on me. You've seen that little pink teddy I wear to bed haven't you?"

Peter's face turned red, "What? No…I…would never, you know…do that."

Mary Jane kissed him again, "Relax, Tiger. It's all good, remember? Pick me at 11. I love you."

"I love you too." Peter called after her, watching her lithe figure race across the street and back into the diner.

He smiled to himself.

We have a date…a date, heh…oh God…a date…crap…what am I gonna wear?

To Be Continued….

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