Mark laughed harder, clutching his stomach as he floated closer. "Hahahahahaha wait wait! Let me get the camera!"
Jessica insisted she could, her voice rising with frustration and mead. "I can do it, damn it!" She took one last running jump, pushing off the edge with everything she had.
She fell off the building.
The ground rushed up fast below, concrete waiting twenty stories down. Mark shot after her still laughing, the alcohol making his flight path a little wobbly as he dove. He caught her just ten feet from the pavement, arms wrapping around her waist in a clumsy hug. "Got you!" he yelled, still chuckling.
His flying was drunk though, the mead throwing off his control. They veered sideways when they went straight up, smashing into the side of a nearby water tower with a loud m clang. Cold water exploded over them both, soaking their clothes instantly and drenching their hair.
They both laughed at that as Mark finally got them back on course and flew them back to his own rooftop. Water dripped from them in streams, leaving puddles on the concrete. Mark set Jessica down gently, still grinning as he shook water from his hair like a dog.
"I need to change," he said, still chuckling as he went inside as they both headed back into his apartment.
He headed into his room to get changed while Jessica stayed outside.
When he came back out a minute later in dry sweats and a fresh shirt, Jessica was standing there in nothing but her black bra and panties, the wet clothes piled at her feet. Water still glistened on her skin.
Mark laughed and shook his head. "What are you doing?" he asked but not looking away.
Jessica shrugged, completely unashamed, and wrung water from her hair. "I don't have a change of clothes," she said. "And this is your fault for getting us wet in the first place."
Mark held his hands up in exaggerated apology, palms out and face mock serious. "I am so sorry," he said, dragging the words out like he was on stage. "How could I be so careless with my flying? Please forgive me, oh great and powerful Jessica Jones."
She rolled her eyes but smiled, the expression soft around the edges from the alcohol. They sat down again right there on the sofa, the second barrel between them, and kept drinking more.
Jessica looked at Mark over the rim of her mug, taking a slow sip as her eyes lingered on his face. "You are an asshole," she said suddenly.
Mark snorted and took a drink from his own cup. "Yeah, I know," he replied, wiping his mouth.
Jessica nodded like that settled something, then stood up on unsteady legs. She walked over to the small radio and cranked the music loud.
*See me driving down the street*
*I'm bored of looking good*
Mark winced and called over the music, "You should turn it down a bit. The neighbors are going to complain."
*I got both hands off the wheel*
*The cops are coming*
She did not say anything. She just looked at him her eyes half lidded and started dancing. Her hips swayed to the beat while her arms moved loosely, the wet bra and panties clinging to her curves as she spun slowly in the middle of the room.
*I listen to the music with no fear*
Mark tried to reach for the radio to turn it down, his steps slightly wobbly from the mead, but Jessica shoved him away before he could touch it. The push was playful at first but carried her enhanced strength behind it.
*You can hear it too if you're sincere*
"You are with a different woman every day," she said, her voice rising over the music as she kept dancing closer. "Such a womaniser asshole."
Mark wondered if she was joking anymore. The smile on his face faltered just a little as he watched her. "Jess..."
She stepped toward him again and pushed him harder, both hands on his chest this time. "Stop," he said, trying to catch her wrists gently.
*Cause I'm a punk rocker, yes I am*
Jessica looked at him for a moment, eyes locked on his, the music pounding around them. Then she shoved him so hard that he was lifted clean off his feet. He flew backward through the air, crashing straight through the wall of the main room into his bedroom where he hit the ground.
Mark lay there for a second staring at the fresh hole in his bedroom wall with dust drifting down liksnow. The mead made the room spin, but he pushed himself up swaying hard enough that he had to grab the bed frame to stay upright. His shirt was torn at the shoulder and a chunk of plaster stuck in his hair. He shook his head trying to clear it then staggered back through the hole into the living room.
Mark rubbed his jaw where it had clipped the edge of the wall and blinked at Jessica. "What the hell are you doing?" he slurred out.
Jessica did not answer right away. She had the entire barrel of Asgardian mead lifted over her head both hands gripping the rim as she tilted it back and chugged straight from the wood. Amber liquid poured down her throat and spilled over her chin dripping onto her chest and soaking the black bra until it clung to her skin. When the flow slowed she slammed the barrel down empty and wiped her mouth with the back of her forearm leaving a shiny trail across her cheek.
Then she kicked it.
The heavy wooden barrel sailed across the room like a cannonball. Mark was still swaying and half drunk so he only managed to duck halfway. It clipped his shoulder spun him around and smashed into the wall behind him.
Mark balanced himself against the wall before looking up at her. "Jess what the actual fuck" he said laughing a little because the whole thing felt ridiculous.
Jessica stepped forward her bare feet crunching over broken glass and plaster. Her eyes were glassy but there was a glare beneath them. "You need to be neutered" she snapped pointing one finger at him like a loaded gun. "That is what you need. Walk around with your dick out for every girl in the city Darcy, Colleen, Trisha, Shield bitch. You smile that stupid smile and they drop their pants and you just keep collecting them like trading cards. Womanising asshole. Someone should cut it off and solve the problem."
Mark blinked slow his brain slogging through the mead trying to catch up. "Where the hell is this coming from?" he asked genuinely confused his voice slurring at the edges. "We're friends Jess, you said so yourself."
Jessica laughed but there was no humor in it just a bitter edge. "Friends" she repeated like the word tasted bad. She shoved him again both palms slamming into his chest hard enough to lift him an inch off the floor. "Friends do not make me watch you fly off to New Mexico for a quick fuck with the intern then come back smelling like her. Friends do not leave me on the roof with cold pizza while you chase the next skirt. You are a walking hard on Mark and I am sick of it."
Mark caught her wrists this time but his grip was loose the alcohol making his fingers clumsy. "You are drunk" he said trying to laugh it off. "We are both drunk. Let us just—"
She ripped her hands free and drove her shoulder into his gut like a linebacker. The impact sent them both crashing backward through the kitchen table wood splintering under them as plates and mugs exploded across the floor. Mark hit the ground on his back Jessica on top of him her knees pinning his hips. She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and yanked him up until their faces were inches apart. "Fight back you pussy" she growled her breath hot against his mouth, before she swung a wild punch at his jaw.
Mark caught her fist in his palm without thinking, the impact sending a shockwave through the floor that cracked the tiles. "Jess, stop," he said, but she was already twisting free and stood up before kicking at his knee with superhuman force. He zoomed up and blocked it, the clash of their legs sounding like two cars hitting, and the coffee table behind him exploded into kindling from the force.
She did not let up. "Fight back, or I'll tell Trisha you have HIV!" she shouted, grabbing a lamp and smashing it over his head. The ceramic shattered against his skull, but he barely felt it. "Or are you too scared to hit a girl? Big strong Invincible, scared of little old me?"
Mark's temper finally sparked under the alcohol. "Fine," he growled, drunk enough that the filter was gone. "You want a fight? Let's go." He shoved her hard, sending her flying backward through the air. She crashed into the kitchen island, the granite top cracking in half as she slid across it and landed on her feet in a shower of broken dishes.
Jessica laughed wildly and charged again. She tackled him around the waist, lifting him clean off the ground and slamming him through the couch. The frame splintered like matchsticks, cushions bursting open and filling the air with foam. Mark rolled with it, grabbing her by the hips and flipping her over his head so she smashed into the TV stand.
Jessica got up and immediately punched him square in the stomach, doubling him over and sending him skidding across the floor on his back, carving a trench through the hardwood, she then rushed him and tried to kick him. Mark caught her ankle on the next kick, yanked her down, and drove his fist into her side, lifting her off the ground and sending her crashing through the dining table.
"You hit like a girl," Mark taunted, wiping blood from his split lip with a grin.
Jessica snarled and grabbed the refrigerator, ripping it off the ground and swinging it like a baseball bat. It connected with Mark's chest with a deafening clang, launching him through the far wall into the hallway outside the apartment. Plaster and wiring rained down as he tumbled out, the doorframe shattering around him.
He flew back in through the fresh hole, tackling her around the middle. They rolled across the floor, smashing through the remaining furniture. Jessica raked her nails down his back hard enough to draw blood even through his shirt, then kneed him between the legs with enough force to crack concrete. Mark grunted but laughed through the pain, his durability turning the blow into a dull throb, and retaliated by pinning her arms and slamming her down so hard the floorboards buckled beneath them.
"Cheap shot," he slurred, grinning down at her as they wrestled.
"Pussy," she shot back, headbutting him in the face. Their foreheads cracked together like thunder, blood trickling from both their noses. She twisted free, grabbed a chunk of the broken couch frame, and cracked it across his back like a baseball bat. The wood exploded into splinters against his shoulders.
Mark spun and swept her legs before roundhouse kicking her, sending her crashing into the bookshelf. Books and shelves collapsed in an avalanche, burying her for half a second before she exploded out of it, tackling him again. They crashed through the remaining wall into the bathroom, the sink shattering under them as they grappled on the tile floor. Water sprayed from broken pipes, soaking them both once more.
Mark grabbed her and held her head in front of the sink making her gargle the water, she spun around and jumped on him slamming her fist into his head as she held him in a headlock, Mark stumbled back and thrashed around, slamming her into the wall. Jessica bit his shoulder hard enough to draw blood, then laughed when he roared and flipped her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave bruises. She bucked up against him, their soaked bodies sliding together.
"You are such a slut," she panted, eyes blazing as she strained against his grip, her breasts heaving against his chest.
"What is someone jealous they don't get any," Mark shot back, leaning down so their faces were inches apart. The trash talk kept coming between grunts and crashes.
"Shut up and hit me harder!" she snarled, kneeing him in the ribs and flipping them so she was on top. She punched him across the jaw, the blow snapping his head sideways and cracking the tile beneath his skull. Mark caught her next punch, twisted, and slammed her into the shower stall. Glass exploded around them as they rolled through the debris.
The apartment was a ruin.
Walls were caved in, furniture were reduced to splinters, pipes were leaking, and lights flickered from damaged wiring. However they kept going, throwing each other through doorways, smashing into counters, using broken furniture as improvised weapons.
Jessica grabbed a metal pipe from the wreckage and swung it like a bat, cracking it across Mark's back. He laughed, spun, and lifted her overhead before pile-driving her through the coffee table.
Finally, after a particularly brutal exchange where Jessica had thrown him through the last standing interior wall and followed with a flying knee that sent them both crashing into the bedroom again, she pinned him. She straddled his waist, grabbed both his wrists, and slammed them over his head against the ruined mattress, her full weight and strength holding him down.
Jessica's chest heaved as she glared down at him. "You drive me fucking crazy," she growled.
Mark surged up using his strength to reverse them again slamming her back against the floor hard enough to crack the boards. "You are the one who started it..." he said his mouth inches from hers. Their eyes locked for one long second the anger and the drink and the tension of whatever this was between them boiled over.
Then Jessica yanked him down and they were kissing.
It was not soft. It was as aggressive if not more so than when she had been fighting him moments before. Jessica bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood then soothed it with her tongue. Mark growled into her mouth one hand fisting in her hair the other gripping her hip so tight his fingers left bruises. They rolled again crashing into the kitchen counter the edge digging into Jessica's back as Mark lifted her onto it.
Jessica wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him in closer her nails digging into his shoulders as she rocked against him. "Fuck me like you mean it" she gasped against his mouth breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. Mark did not need telling twice. He shoved her legs wider and thrust into her in one rough motion burying himself to the hilt. Jessica cried out her head falling back as the counter cracked beneath her from the force.
The sex was brutal exactly like the fight. Mark pounded into her hard enough to make the entire kitchen island shift across the floor with every thrust. Jessica met him thrust for thrust, her hips snapping up, her inner walls clenching around him like a vice. She scratched down his back again deeper this time the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that made him groan loudly. He grabbed her breasts roughly squeezing and pinching her nipples until she arched and bit his neck hard enough to leave a mark.
They destroyed what was left of the apartment. Mark lifted her off the counter still buried inside her and slammed her against the fridge the door denting inward as he fucked her standing up. Jessica's heels dug into his ass spurring him deeper. The fridge rocked back and forth magnets and papers flying everywhere until it toppled over with a crash. They went down with it rolling across the floor Mark never missing a beat.
Jessica flipped them again riding him hard her hands braced on his chest as she slammed down onto him over and over. The floorboards splintered beneath them. Mark sat up grabbing her ass and guiding her movements faster rougher. She leaned down and bit his lip again.
"Harder" she demanded. Mark obliged flipping her onto her stomach and driving back into her from behind. He fisted her hair pulling her head back as he pounded deep the slap of skin on skin echoing over the sound of breaking furniture. Jessica pushed back against him meeting every thrust her cries turning into broken moans.
They crashed through the bedroom doorframe the wood shattering as Mark lifted her and fucked her against the wall. Jessica wrapped her arms around his neck legs locked around his waist as she came hard, her body shaking around him.
Mark did not stop.
He carried her to the bed and threw her down on the mattress. He followed her down thrusting deep and fast the mattress splitting open springs poking through as they destroyed it. Mark pinned her hands above her head again this time with both of his as he drove into her with everything he had. Jessica's legs wrapped around him heels digging into his lower back urging him deeper.
They came together the orgasm ripping through both of them like a storm. Jessica cried out her body clamping down around him as she shuddered and soaked him. Mark groaned burying himself to the hilt as he spilled inside her pulse after pulse until they were both spent and trembling.
Mark rolled off her carefully pulling her against his chest as the last of the adrenaline faded. "You know if you liked me you could've said..." he muttered his voice hoarse.
Jessica laughed breathlessly her head on his shoulder. "I'm not good at expressing myself." she said closing her eyes.
Mark snorted. "Clearly..." he replied before closing his eyes for a moment.
(AN: I wonder how many of you saw this coming, probably none of you. Anyway hope you enjoyed the chapter.)
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