[ Of all the things that Poe's had to get used to being drastically different in the past, one of the strangest has to be that their resident spider-totem is far from a secretive, elusive figure that's only spotted in glimpses, and often dodging authorities as often as criminals. On the contrary, their Spider-Woman is practically a celebrity, with all of the complications that follow. He doesn't resent that, he knows just how exhausting it has to be for her, it's just... something to adjust to. Especially when that expectation extends to him, and the fact that he's kept to his old habits has just sparked a firestorm of rumors, and it feels as if the harder he tries to secure secretive, the harder they try to pry into who he really is, and why he's here. Which he has absolutely no intention of divulging anytime soon.
He's got enough to deal with as it is, the last thing he wants is to have to deal with this kind of attention even when he isn't wearing a mask.
So he'll leave the public relations to his new partner, of sorts, quietly slipping away the moment that flashing lights and sirens close in on their neutralized threat. She can handle it, however much she decides to divulge. He'll wait, perched silently in a nearby dark alley as he takes an inventory of what kind of damage he's taken over the course of the night. It's nothing serious, defintiely nothing worth concerning anyone over when it'll all heal by morning. The suit itself is barely scratched, it's easily fixed.
If he's dwelling on anything it's the moment he found himself in where he was face to face with her. Both of them running high on adrenaline and breathing hard. Both of them staying too close just a little too long. It's not the first time he's considered just how bad this distraction is getting, he's just realizing that every time he gets caught it in they're getting closer and closer to pushing the boundaries that he's been trying to keep up between them. Between himself and everyone here.
It wasn't supposed to be this hard.
It's quiet enough that he hears her nearly silent approach, feels her presence close by, and he's actually surprised that she's followed him so quickly. Surprised but not displeased about it. ]
[ oddly enough, it's easier dealing with the cops now than it ever was when people didn't know who she was behind the mask. there's still a lot of questions, but things are a little more streamlined. they don't have to wonder if her side of the story has some angle or anything ridiculous like that. she's captain george stacy's daughter, after all - you can't get much more upstanding than that. so she knows just what to say to make this quick and painless, which is easy enough considering the suspect is nothing special. he's not a super or a mastermind, just some dumbass who got cocky while trying to steal from a small jewelry boutique on the upper-east side. there's video evidence, and no literal fires to put out. game, set, match.
she finds poe quick because this isn't the first time he's dodged the scene before the cops got there, and she knows he wouldn't have gone far. her adrenaline isn't roaring like it was not too long ago, but there's still a flush high on her cheeks when her mask seemingly melts away ( thanks, venom ), her bangs sticking to her forehead. she's quick to shake her head and push her fingers through her hair, knowing there's no competing with mask-hair, but she can try.
not that it matters.
for every Moment gwen thinks he might actually be seeing her as more than this person he has to team up with and deal with until he can get back to his own time, there are five more times when he acts aloof, or at the very least, indifferent. and she knows, she so knows why and what he's doing, but it's more than a little frustrating when she has no intention of keeping that up anymore. the whole keeping things professional has never been her style, always wanting to feel close to the people she's teaming up with, so working alongside poe has definitely has it's challenges.
well, it's not only that. she's just- she's curious? curious is a good word for it. she wants to know more about him, wants to see what makes him tick. know why he puts on the mask every day and how he ended up here. really how, not just the vague version. not that she thinks there's, y'know, any chance that he's curious about her in the same way she's curious about him, but still.
she huffs a breath, then shrugs. ]
Things tend to go pretty smoothly when there's no property damage to explain. Would've gone even easier if you actually stuck around to help me explain how we caught him.
i know this makes me so so basic because it's in manhattan but whatever don't judge me next time you and i go full civilian for a night, this is where i wanna go out.
they have wings, and booze, and couches, and i know we can get up here like regular people do because the bartender just yelled that spider-woman can hang there anytime so that's our next date night.
[ Between classes and jobs and crime-fighting, and throwing in the occasional social engagement, it's no surprise that more often than not Poe ends up crashing on the couch or in bed with Gwen rather than staying up all night with other activities. It's not exactly sexy to fall asleep halfway through getting something started, but it happens. He's usually too stubborn to be the one tapping out first like that, but he can acknowledge the fact that he's occasionally snoring his way through time they were supposed to be taking advantage of before all those obligations close in on them again. That might have been what happened last night, in fact, but what Gwen doesn't know is that he's planning on making up for it. And then some. He's got Plans, a lot of flexibility, and a night that's - fingers crossed - free from any potential distractions that might pull him away. Nothing short of an emergency would dissuade him now, and he'd make sure that anyone caught on the wrong end of ruining that would regret it.
But while he's tried to be somewhat vague about what hes thinking there's no doubt that Gwen knows something is up. He doesn't get that particular gleam in his eyes for nothing, and it's been difficult to hide the fact that he's been fantasizing all day, especially over lunch at the office earlier. There have been days where he's been tempted into getting a very different kind of work done on his desk, but that's not what he has in mind this time. It's more of a wait, but the kind that's definitely worth it.
Because as soon as Gwen's home and had a chance to strip down to the casual clothes that she tends to settle into for the night, that's when he's setting his 'ambush' into motion.
As if she would let him web her up, suspended and wrapped up tight but not too tight, if that wasn't exactly what she wanted too. But they can pretend that he's surprised her, can't they? By the time he's done though he's already stripped himself down to his boxers. ]
Comfortable?
[ There's so much they can do with this. And even if they play around with this kind of thing often enough, it's never anything less than exciting, even better than using rope to accomplish the same thing. This is much more personal, and besides, there's no rope out there that's as strong or flexible or easy to work with as the webs are. As weird as it was for him at first, this just feels natural now, and Gwen's just as confident with them as he is. Is it incredibly selfish to use his abilities like this? Maybe, but all things considered he doesn't feel even a bit guilty about it. ]
[ yeah, gwen definitely knows something is up. they're both pretty good at making it clear when they'd rather be somewhere private when they can't just outright say it, but the looks poe was giving her all throughout lunch definitely clued her into the fact that he actually had a plan. she's been curious about it all day of course, but not enough to stick around at his office later, or bug him with texts all day. it's just sort of there, in the back of her mind, wondering when he'll clue her into exactly what he's got on his mind.
of course, it isn't until she's in her sweats that he finally does, and it's not so much a clue as a direct answer with a few well-placed webs.
it's fun, because it's always fun, letting him strip her and get her into one position or another. it's mostly fun because she of course doesn't put up much resistance at all, and usually ends up helping indirectly, just to make the set-up go even quicker. she always ends up just a few feet off of the ground, although this time she's more tightly bound than she has been in the past. her knees are drawn back against her torso, thighs spread, body parallel to the ground, the webbing that's binding her wrists somehow attached to the ones around her torso and both ankles. she could "sit up" if she really tried, the webs are anchored in spots that allows her to, but she seems relaxed enough in this position, head tipped back so the world around her is upside down.
they're both built to be comfortable in situations similar to this ( ... sort of, even if her hands are bound behind her back in a way they never would be if she was webbing around the city ), so there isn't really a version of this that's uncomfortable for her. so when he asks her just that, she ends up smiling more fondly than she has any right to when she's been tied into such a vulnerable position. ]
I love you so much.
[ it's not... technically an answer, but it sort of is. she thinks it counts. ]
[ When Poe suggested that they go out on patrol together he'd been expecting a relatively average night. They didn't have a reason to expect anything else, but obviously that's usually the case when suddenly someone's trying to tear the city apart, and it turns out that it's a very good thing that neither of them was out alone. Or at least he's glad that she wasn't. His own sense of self-preservation is precarious at best, despite Lyla's constant prodding, but it's a whole different thing when it's Gwen out there. He's been trying not to be too obvious, they've got enough persistent rumors floating around as it is and he didn't want to give her the wrong idea — which is what, exactly? maybe he doesn't know anymore — and while that's been mostly successful, it's obvious that they're intentionally coordinating these days rather than just giving each other space.
Or, more specifically, he's stopped being a total asshole and dodging her every time it looked like a conversation might happen. And they did, awkward at first, then more easily, with more details filtering through despite his previous determination not to tell her too much. Don't get attached, don't let her get attached, it was just easier for everyone involved. But that turned out to be a lot harder than he expected it to be. He realized that he liked her company, that he wanted to talk to her, and instead of slipping away at the first opportunity he found himself lingering purposely just to see her at the end of the night.
That was always going to be a problem, he'd just convinced himself that it wasn't a big deal.
Not until the kiss happened, anyway.
A hectic night has kept his mind off of that abrupt, fleeting moment that sent them both retreating back to their respective corners. Even in the heat of an intense fight he can still appreciate how she works. How she moves, how she bounces back the quips when she's too distracted to feel self-conscious, and just... the fact that she's so responsive to him. Every time they're out together it seems to work better than the last, almost as if they've rehearsed these moves.
It's not until they've slipped away — together — to a quiet, isolated rooftop to catch their breaths that the similarity really hits him. Isn't this exactly where they stumbled into each other last time? And immediately swore off doing it again?
Yeah.
Not that they didn't spend a lot of time on rooftops before, together and alone. It's not the specific spot as much as the feeling. The rush of adrenaline still running high, the anticipation of what might happen next spiking his pulse up even more. ]
Wasn't expecting things to be that exciting tonight.
despite the fact that captain george stacy has been teaching gwen detective skills, including how to read body language - signs of lying, signs of distress, but even positive tics and micro-expressions, too - she's still very, very bad at reading cues when it comes to certain things. flirting, specifically. or even casual interest. it could be argued that it's tougher to read someone that's wearing a mask, but, y'know. it's not just that. it's that she's very, very good at coming up with excuses and explanations for things that are easier to emotionally process than anything else.
like oh, yes, of naturally he started spending more time with her after fights that required a two-spidey team-up! it makes perfect sense, from a strategical standpoint. they could use that time to discuss what their next moves should be, if it's a situation worth looking into more beyond the scuffle that night. ( they don't usually do that, but they could do that. ) and well yeah, duh, of course there's a reason why he's interested in knowing about her, and her life. he's stuck in her dimension for the foreseeable future, it's only fair to give him a point of reference for different things. and when he starts to offer up little details of his own life, and his own world, without her prompting-? that's an easy one! she knows what it's like to miss your home. eventually he was bound to want to get it out of his system, and... she was there! so. yeah. all very logical. simple. easy to compartmentalize.
nevermind that there've definitely been other differences, body language ones specifically, over the time he's been here that she can't just babble away. the fact that he started taking his mask off at all was the first notable change. then it was how things seemed to click between them, as spider-man and spider-woman. their fights seemed more fluid. like he maybe, actually, was starting to trust her. and then his voice got a little warmer, and his smile started reaching his eyes, which made the corners of them crinkle in a way that made her brain feel like it was kind of on fire, and! and then came the physical things, small gestures, like the way he squeezes her shoulder in greeting, or the way he rests his hand between her shoulder blades when it's obvious she's trying to fight back a strong wave of something from venom, helping her stay focused and anchored. and there's about a dozen other little things like that, that made her heart feel like it was kind of on fire, so!!! so. those easy excuses and explanations became her lifelines, in the attempt to not let herself get too caught up in that.
because yeah, maybe right away there was some part of her that was into the fact that he was spider-man, but he wasn't also peter parker. maybe her interest was sparked right from the start, at first just because of the fact that he might've been from another world that was "weird", like hers. and outlier. but it definitely didn't stay that way for very long. in retrospect, she's realizing her interest was probably more obvious than she would have liked it to be. she might not have been chasing him down every time he took off too soon after a fight, but she might have been intentionally trying to give him opportunities to find her. she could have headed straight back to her apartment most nights, too, but she didn't. she was definitely actively making herself available, and there wasn't anything subtle about it.
and once they stopped trying to act like there was any point to starting off the night split up before inevitably teaming up, well. you'd think it would click for her, that maybe he was in the same boat. or at least a similar boat. but no. nope!
that really didn't click until he kissed her. ... or did she kiss him? ... is it weird she really can't even remember? all she can actually remember is how it felt. how it made her feel. and maybe it hadn't been on her mind while they fought and webbed up a particularly stubborn gaggle of Fisk's cronies, but now that they're up here on this quiet rooftop?
yeah. there... might be some thinking going on. which is honestly impressive, considering they only just got up here and she hasn't even managed to catch her breath from the fight. her mask slips away, revealing a bright smile to go along with the slight hop to her step as she tries to shake off what remains of her adrenaline rush. ]
No? I was. [ she huffs a laugh ] It's kinda like clockwork, for them. Anytime you get in the way of one of their big bank heists, like we did on Tuesday? It's always followed up by an attempted surprise ambush. Two, but sometimes three days later. Although I will say they were better prepared this time, bringing in all those second-stringers to help. They really did try their best.
[ she really didn't mean for her pacing to bring her basically right back where she started when they landed up here, but it did, and even though she does love talking shit about the criminals in her city being particularly unimaginative, her silly behavior sobers just slightly, head tilting after she moves to stand in front of him properly ]
Hey- You're okay, right? I didn't accidentally miss some guy managing to land a particularly brutal hit?
[ she's like 99% sure she didn't miss anything, she's actually gotten world's better at paying better attention to things like that during a fight. and it's not out of an emotional kind of concern, no, how dare you?? ]
and they need to be puffed please not crunchy i just can't deal with cunchy cheez doodles right now i think i might actually cry f they're the crunchy kind
[ it's not super uncommon for poe and gwen to spend the majority of some days apart - he has work, she has class. they both have people in their lives that make sure they socialize semi regularly at least. but what is uncommon is gwen coming home to their apartment late, after going to a concert in some other dimension with the mary janes, and finding poe very much asleep. the uncommon part is that he's in bed, and it's not just the cozy cat-nap-in-a-chair kind of sleep they're both really great at falling into when they least expect it - he's in bed and under the covers, like a normal person who intentionally goes to bed and everything. which makes her think about just how late it actually is for a second, but- it's fine. 2am isn't that late.
but she's also maybe a little bit tipsy so her concept of time isn't all that reliable or realistic.
which is why she thinks it's appropriate, after toeing off her shoes and lazily shifting her clothes into an oversized t-shirt, to slowly climb on top of him instead of next to him in bed. she's slow and careful about it at least, which is honestly in part to hide how clumsy she's feeling, but it's also because she's tugging the blanket down from his torso as she makes her way up, dropping kisses along the way. she knows he's too light a sleeper to get away with too much before waking him up with her antics, but she still takes her time anyway, and still holds herself up over him once she's close enough to nudge her nose under his jaw and kiss his neck. she's slow about that too, even when her teeth gently press so she can suck little spots into his skin, the same as she always does when she's too turned on for her own good and wants to drag poe there with her. it's tempting to lower herself to lay on top of him right away, because he's warm from sleep and she's tired from bopping around to loud music all night, but she stays crouched above him instead, like that's any kind of proof that she can control herself even when she's feeling this needy.
it's not long before she's shifting her weight to one hand so she can brace the opposite side of his neck from where she's still kissing him, keeping him right there until she's ready to move said kisses to his cheek, then over to his mouth.
but first- ] Hi. [ giving him a quiet greeting and a smile against his mouth before kissing him seemed like the right thing to do. ]
[ Poe is a light sleeper. Not quite so much now as he was when he was first dropped into this dimension, but still enough of one that he tends to wake up several times a night unless he's thoroughly exhausted and Gwen is curled up by his side. But the more comfortable he's gotten with her, and with this new life that's come together around him which consistently feels far too good for him, he's relaxed a little more. The naps tend to happen between one work shift and the next, sometimes in places that seem almost comically uncomfortable and impractical — what can he say? He likes to stretch out sometimes. Tonight though he knew that Gwen would be coming back at some point, and anticipating that he did slip into bed, underneath the covers and onto a mattress which is honestly as comfortable as anyone could ask for. And it didn't take long for him to fall asleep there, confident that Lyla would be pinging him if anything went wrong.
But he's not stirred to consciousness by the AI. Instead it's the soft sounds of Gwen slipping into the room, the shuffling of her shoes and the subtle shifting of the bed underneath her as she climbs in, though rather than stirring and rolling himself over to greet her he decides to keep his eyes closed. He exhales a slightly heavier contented sigh when she nuzzles at his skin, but he's staying still, playing the part all the way up until her mouth reaches his, where he can't repress the smile against her lips that mirrors her own before easing into that kiss.
It doesn't take a lot of guessing to figure out what kind of mood she's in. If she was ready to sleep she would have just snuggled in against his chest, this teasing, and the lingering taste of alcohol on her tongue, suggest that she's after something else that he's all too happy to indulge with a couple more kisses before he's murmuring a response. ]
Mm, welcome home, baby.
[ He's not sure if she was just trying to avoid waking him up as long as possible or if she's intentionally teasing him by keeping herself propped up over him. Either way he's fumbling through the blanket until he's got his hands on her hips, giving them a lazy but pointed tug. He's never made any kind of secret of the fact that he likes it when she's affectionate and needy for him. He wouldn't have a problem at all with lazily fucking her exactly like this. ]
[ for the record, this is absolutely... not the first time they've fucked up quite like this. and it's not even the first time they've fucked up like this since they managed to learn each others preferred fighting tactics and spidey moves, to the point where they can sometimes manage to anticipate certain things without either of them needing to voice it. but this fuckup wasn't because of some miscommunication, or an impulsive thwip when they should have kapowed. this time it was completely out of their hands. in a way. they were caught off-guard, which you would think was impossible for two people with spider-sense, but they don't call 'em super villains for nothing. it was the type of ambush that had them outnumbered, after splitting them apart from the start ( which is something that manages to throw gwen off her game in a way that it didn't before, but she's not going to admit that anytime soon ), and from there it's actually kind of a blur..? to gwen at least, who must have given up some control to venom at some point, because the "blur" is pretty literal when she tries to piece together what just happened. but-! sometimes fuckups just happen, and even though this one was a really, really fucking close call, and she's having a difficult time shaking off the keyed-up adrenaline that's still pumping through her veins- when all is said and done, all they can really do is keep moving forward.
or keep moving toooo the couch, in this case. because gwen definitely has at least a mild concussion, and in the time it took them to make it back to his apartment? ( or is it hers..? it's probably bad that she can't actually make that out, at the moment ) standing upright on her own had become increasingly difficult. and at first she felt almost manic - not quite paranoid, but freaked out, yeah. on edge - but luckily for her, poe's gotten surprisingly good at talking her down when she needs it. or it's possible that maybe he didn't actually get better at it, but she just trusts him more now. it could be that, too. maybe.
but he did manage to calm her down and help her chill out eventually, but unfortunately with increased chill also comes increased awareness, which is why she winced before she even totally realized why she would have a reason to. the aches and pains settled in slowly, but the dizziness kind of smacked her in the face before she knew it was coming. or maybe... "knocked her in the head" is the better choice of wording, because after reaching her hand up to touch a weirdly dull-but-sharp pain just above her eyebrow, she realized poe wasn't just avoiding eye contact with her - he was trying to get a look at the cut there.
anyway, that's what led them to this moment right now - the pair still sitting across from each other on the couch - poe still gently cleaning and patching her up, helping her stay awake, and gwen... kinda floating in this weird mental space that's somewhere between "gotta stay awake. totally cannot sleep if i have a concussion. c'mon, stacy, buck up. focus. stay awake." and "i'm so tired and that feels so nice wow poe's so good at this. so good at taking care of me.". and she might not actually be voicing any of those things ( thank god ), but the way she keeps turning her face to press her nose to his palm, or press a kiss to his wrist, isn't subtle. and y'know, neither is the way she keeps leaning in closer to him by a fraction of an inch every minute or so, until she eventually just moves her butt forward, towards him, actually putting her right there in front of him, and not just leaning over into his space. she's not quite sitting on his lap, but it seems like she's certainly trying to sneaking her way to that point, yeah.
she's just feeling a little clingy in the aftermath of a tough fight, that's all. a little scared, a little overprotective, a little needy. the only problem with that is that they haven't really... done anything like that yet. the few times they've hooked up so far have been rushed, or impulsive, in the moment. this is slower, softer. with a very different type of need than those other times. ]
[ Poe told himself, back when he first accidentally stumbled into this particular time and place on an Earth that's not too unlike his own — just about a century behind — that he wasn't going to stay. And when he met the local Spider-Woman, who turned out to be young and attractive and insatiably curious about his whole deal, he told himself that he'd do everything he could to protect her, but he wasn't going to get too close. She's already lost one Spider-Man, and while he hasn't gone through that very specific situation he's had the 'typical' tragic backstory that they all tend to have in common, though he personally tends to think that his involves a lot more objective fuck-ups on his part than the kind of incidental disasters that happen just because of who they are and what they do. He made bad choices. A lot of them. He's trying really hard not to dive back into those, or at the very least not to bring anyone else along for the ride this time.
It kind of worked. For a while. But it was harder to keep her out than he expected, even if she wasn't interrogating him any moment she had him momentarily cornered, she just refused to give up on him, whether that was an intentional choice or just something she slipped into, the same way he found himself hanging around longer to talk to her when he didn't need to. It's not too hard to admit to himself that he cares about Gwen, and only another step or two to admit that he wants to be with her way more often than he's let himself before, and yeah, stumbling into making out and then into a lot more than that left him thinking about those moments often enough that it counts as a severe distraction from his day job. Sometimes even a distraction from his night job. Just a distraction in general. It's a problem.
One that, so far, he's been completely incapable of quitting. They've been trying... right? So maybe sometimes when they're both high on adrenaline they get caught up in a moment, sometimes they just need that moment of connection, it doesn't have to be a Thing. Capital T. It's a lower case thing. Very chill, very low key.
Maybe if he keeps telling himself that it'll actually start feeling like that. It's not currently exceptionally effective.
Especially right now. He's got his own fair share of bumps from this one, things that would have been a lot more debilitating on someone without his level of superhuman resilience, but Gwen unquestionably got the worst of it, and the way it made his chest tighten up with a cold chill is something he could have gone without feeling today. Of course he worries about her, she's not invincible, and even without that specific sharp jab of fear when he wasn't sure about what state she would land in, he's still deeply unsettled with seeing her hurt, at this point mostly woozy and in pain. Hopefully the latter is improving since he's made her take some pills for it, but for most of this she's just going to have to tough it out until she heals, and he's too busy fussing over her to pretend that he's not worried, that he doesn't care as much as he does, and— well, his guard's down, between the two of them anyway. She's being soft and affectionate and needy and he's responding to it with warmth and reassurance and affection of his own.
By all rights he should be rusty with this kind of thing, but it doesn't feel that way.
So maybe he'll just make things easier for her, since she's obviously inching her way toward his lap, probably with a lot less subtlety than she imagines she's got right now, and just carefully draw her in the rest of the way, so his free arm settles naturally around her. And when his face is nuzzled up close to her cheek anyway it's too easy press in a soft kiss there. And then another one. ]
You still can't sleep yet.
[ Not that sleep seems to be exactly her goal at the moment. ]
Not in that spidey-sense 'something really bad is about to happen' kind of way, not the gut feeling that he should stay home from work just in case way, it was just impossible to put his finger on the exact reason it took him so long to pry himself out of bed this morning. If he felt like something was wrong he would err on the side of caution, he's learned the hard way not to ignore his instincts when they're telling him something's not right, and he's got too much to lose these days to be flippant about taking chances the way he did when it was just him on his own. But no, it's a specific reluctance to unwind his arms from around Gwen that veers closer toward a unusual feeling of possessiveness — that's only further exacerbated by the way she clings to him too — not an inkling that there's some kind of danger lurking around out there, so he puts it aside for now. Once he's out of the apartment and headed to the lab it's easier, it kind of sticks in the back of his mind but not to the point where he's unable to focus on his work.
But it does mean that he's quicker than usual to pick up his phone when he gets a text from her. Not so quick that the single text is followed, rapid-fire style, by a couple more, which also isn't strange in itself, Gwen's texting style leans toward stream of consciousness when she's excited or worked up, but coupled with the slightly off-kilter morning he had he's feeling just a bit keyed up. Alert, maybe? Something like that. He's still concerned when she's asking him to come home early, even if she does follow it up by saying that she's fine, those two stances aren't fully mutually exclusive but it's a pretty close thing.
So he does take the shorter route home, sliding through certain webswinging shortcuts where he can without attracting too much attention in broad daylight— now really isn't the time to attract a crowd gawking at him.
It doesn't hit him until he's stepping through the front door. And then it literally hits him, and— alright, it sounds weird to say, but he's got an inhumanly keen sense of smell, so he tends to pick up on subtleties though he's not going around commenting on subtle shifts in hormones, it's just... something he notices, another interesting facet to his superhuman senses, and most of the time that's not a big deal. But most of the time it's not so strong that he almost freezes just inside the doorway as he tries to get some kind of handle on just how intense his reaction is to it, because for a couple of seconds he's just dazed. It's so much more than what he's used to, and even knowing that wouldn't have prepared him for the kind of... urges he's feeling. Now the morning thing makes all kinds of sense.
He won't stay there frozen for long though, if Gwen's not there to pounce on him at the door he'll find her. ]
[ technically, gwen's weird morning started the exact moment that poe successfully pulled himself out of bed. she didn't realize something was wrong right away, considering she's always clingy in the morning, and often tries to convince him to skip work and stay in bed with her. it's practically a part of her morning routine. she's also not at her most spry in the mornings either, so the fact that she's feeling sort of achy and odd isn't.. actually all that odd. it's only once she's been awake for a while and still feels that way that she starts to pay more attention to exactly how she's feeling. even just getting up out of bed is a task, but she manages to slowly pad her way to the bathroom, both hands gripping the vanity as she leans against it, looking herself over in the mirror. the tops of her cheeks are flushed, but she also looks a little pale somehow? her pupils can't seem to focus, more dilated than they usually are, and she somehow feels both shivery and overheated at the same time.
feverish. oh. she- has a fever? but that's not possible.
she steps around the sink to flick the lid of the toilet down before plopping down onto it, immediately giving into the urge to fold her arms over her knees and lean down to rest her head there, because she just- she needs a minute. she really does feel feverish, that's the only word she can think of to describe it, but it's not just that. it's like she can't get comfortable in her own skin, heightened senses gone haywire, making it hard to sit still. and the fact that she can't make sense of what this overwhelming feeling could be is actually only making it worse. the only time she's gotten sick since she was bitten was back when venom was malnourished, and gwen was getting massive headaches as a result. but venom seems to be just as clueless as she is, and just as overwhelmed, too. which isn't helping. worst feedback loop ever.
it's only once she notices her thighs rubbing together, that she realizes her squirming is more purposeful than she thought. it doesn't actually make it easier to understand what's going on, but now that she's caught on, she takes a moment to sit up straight again, deliberately shift the way her legs are crossed, and roll her hip to s- ] Fuck! [ ohhh, wow, oh wow. okay. okay. okay. that's, hah, that's a lot. that's so- a lot. she does it again, and this time it makes her groan, clenching her jaw and squeezing her eyes shut. she's not feverish, she's jonesing. but like... in a way that makes literally no sense, considering she mostly just feels very sick, and there's nothing arousing about that. she stands back up, even if it makes that flush crawl back up her neck again, fingers flexing at her sides as she tries to focus.
because- yeah, she obviously needs to be back in bed before it somehow gets worse, a point which is proven to be fact within half an hour, tops, when the ache between her thighs starts to almost hurt, even with her hand pressed hard against her sleep shorts, giving herself something to rock against. it's only once she can't seem to control the needy sounds she's making, or the volume of them more importantly, that she finally reaches for her phone, quickly tapping out a few urgent messages to poe. if her abilities decided to go all fucky for some- weird biological reason, he would know. for sure. he'll know how to help her, what to do. because she knows what she'd like to do, but it's hard to think about literally anything besides that. she seems to be able to relax once he tells her he's on his way, the frantic energy to her need dialing down a few notches, even as she keeps moving against the heel of her hand.
she can feel it, once he's home. normally she would have just known by the sound of his keys unlocking the door, but her regular senses have seem to have taken a back seat to whatever these urges are now. so she can feel it, this overwhelming sense of relief, while she also feels a rush of arousal, making her already soaked-through shorts even wetter somehow. and there's a part of her that wants to scramble out of bed and jump him, but the part that actually wins out is more interested in getting out of her clothes, tugging off a t-shirt of his that's now damp with sweat, and her shorts damp with- well, everything else. she tries to lay down flat on the bed again, but ends up curing up on her side almost immediately, her hand shoving its way back between her thighs as she cries out, desperate. when she does finally call out to him, she sounds dazed, but with a sense of urgency that's almost chaotic ]
Poe, I don't know what I did, I don't know what's happening, I don't know, but something's - fuck, nnngh - I just- I need you, I need you. Please, I mean it, I really do, I need you here-!
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He's got enough to deal with as it is, the last thing he wants is to have to deal with this kind of attention even when he isn't wearing a mask.
So he'll leave the public relations to his new partner, of sorts, quietly slipping away the moment that flashing lights and sirens close in on their neutralized threat. She can handle it, however much she decides to divulge. He'll wait, perched silently in a nearby dark alley as he takes an inventory of what kind of damage he's taken over the course of the night. It's nothing serious, defintiely nothing worth concerning anyone over when it'll all heal by morning. The suit itself is barely scratched, it's easily fixed.
If he's dwelling on anything it's the moment he found himself in where he was face to face with her. Both of them running high on adrenaline and breathing hard. Both of them staying too close just a little too long. It's not the first time he's considered just how bad this distraction is getting, he's just realizing that every time he gets caught it in they're getting closer and closer to pushing the boundaries that he's been trying to keep up between them. Between himself and everyone here.
It wasn't supposed to be this hard.
It's quiet enough that he hears her nearly silent approach, feels her presence close by, and he's actually surprised that she's followed him so quickly. Surprised but not displeased about it. ]
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she finds poe quick because this isn't the first time he's dodged the scene before the cops got there, and she knows he wouldn't have gone far. her adrenaline isn't roaring like it was not too long ago, but there's still a flush high on her cheeks when her mask seemingly melts away ( thanks, venom ), her bangs sticking to her forehead. she's quick to shake her head and push her fingers through her hair, knowing there's no competing with mask-hair, but she can try.
not that it matters.
for every Moment gwen thinks he might actually be seeing her as more than this person he has to team up with and deal with until he can get back to his own time, there are five more times when he acts aloof, or at the very least, indifferent. and she knows, she so knows why and what he's doing, but it's more than a little frustrating when she has no intention of keeping that up anymore. the whole keeping things professional has never been her style, always wanting to feel close to the people she's teaming up with, so working alongside poe has definitely has it's challenges.
well, it's not only that. she's just- she's curious? curious is a good word for it. she wants to know more about him, wants to see what makes him tick. know why he puts on the mask every day and how he ended up here. really how, not just the vague version. not that she thinks there's, y'know, any chance that he's curious about her in the same way she's curious about him, but still.
she huffs a breath, then shrugs. ]
Things tend to go pretty smoothly when there's no property damage to explain. Would've gone even easier if you actually stuck around to help me explain how we caught him.
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i know this makes me so so basic because it's in manhattan but whatever don't judge me
next time you and i go full civilian for a night, this is where i wanna go out.
they have wings, and booze, and couches, and i know we can get up here like regular people do because the bartender just yelled that spider-woman can hang there anytime so
that's our next date night.
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wait, are you asking me out on a date?
[ like that's not a well-established thing at this point ]
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But while he's tried to be somewhat vague about what hes thinking there's no doubt that Gwen knows something is up. He doesn't get that particular gleam in his eyes for nothing, and it's been difficult to hide the fact that he's been fantasizing all day, especially over lunch at the office earlier. There have been days where he's been tempted into getting a very different kind of work done on his desk, but that's not what he has in mind this time. It's more of a wait, but the kind that's definitely worth it.
Because as soon as Gwen's home and had a chance to strip down to the casual clothes that she tends to settle into for the night, that's when he's setting his 'ambush' into motion.
As if she would let him web her up, suspended and wrapped up tight but not too tight, if that wasn't exactly what she wanted too. But they can pretend that he's surprised her, can't they? By the time he's done though he's already stripped himself down to his boxers. ]
Comfortable?
[ There's so much they can do with this. And even if they play around with this kind of thing often enough, it's never anything less than exciting, even better than using rope to accomplish the same thing. This is much more personal, and besides, there's no rope out there that's as strong or flexible or easy to work with as the webs are. As weird as it was for him at first, this just feels natural now, and Gwen's just as confident with them as he is. Is it incredibly selfish to use his abilities like this? Maybe, but all things considered he doesn't feel even a bit guilty about it. ]
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of course, it isn't until she's in her sweats that he finally does, and it's not so much a clue as a direct answer with a few well-placed webs.
it's fun, because it's always fun, letting him strip her and get her into one position or another. it's mostly fun because she of course doesn't put up much resistance at all, and usually ends up helping indirectly, just to make the set-up go even quicker. she always ends up just a few feet off of the ground, although this time she's more tightly bound than she has been in the past. her knees are drawn back against her torso, thighs spread, body parallel to the ground, the webbing that's binding her wrists somehow attached to the ones around her torso and both ankles. she could "sit up" if she really tried, the webs are anchored in spots that allows her to, but she seems relaxed enough in this position, head tipped back so the world around her is upside down.
they're both built to be comfortable in situations similar to this ( ... sort of, even if her hands are bound behind her back in a way they never would be if she was webbing around the city ), so there isn't really a version of this that's uncomfortable for her. so when he asks her just that, she ends up smiling more fondly than she has any right to when she's been tied into such a vulnerable position. ]
I love you so much.
[ it's not... technically an answer, but it sort of is. she thinks it counts. ]
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Or, more specifically, he's stopped being a total asshole and dodging her every time it looked like a conversation might happen. And they did, awkward at first, then more easily, with more details filtering through despite his previous determination not to tell her too much. Don't get attached, don't let her get attached, it was just easier for everyone involved. But that turned out to be a lot harder than he expected it to be. He realized that he liked her company, that he wanted to talk to her, and instead of slipping away at the first opportunity he found himself lingering purposely just to see her at the end of the night.
That was always going to be a problem, he'd just convinced himself that it wasn't a big deal.
Not until the kiss happened, anyway.
A hectic night has kept his mind off of that abrupt, fleeting moment that sent them both retreating back to their respective corners. Even in the heat of an intense fight he can still appreciate how she works. How she moves, how she bounces back the quips when she's too distracted to feel self-conscious, and just... the fact that she's so responsive to him. Every time they're out together it seems to work better than the last, almost as if they've rehearsed these moves.
It's not until they've slipped away — together — to a quiet, isolated rooftop to catch their breaths that the similarity really hits him. Isn't this exactly where they stumbled into each other last time? And immediately swore off doing it again?
Yeah.
Not that they didn't spend a lot of time on rooftops before, together and alone. It's not the specific spot as much as the feeling. The rush of adrenaline still running high, the anticipation of what might happen next spiking his pulse up even more. ]
Wasn't expecting things to be that exciting tonight.
[ Was he, though? ]
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despite the fact that captain george stacy has been teaching gwen detective skills, including how to read body language - signs of lying, signs of distress, but even positive tics and micro-expressions, too - she's still very, very bad at reading cues when it comes to certain things. flirting, specifically. or even casual interest. it could be argued that it's tougher to read someone that's wearing a mask, but, y'know. it's not just that. it's that she's very, very good at coming up with excuses and explanations for things that are easier to emotionally process than anything else.
like oh, yes, of naturally he started spending more time with her after fights that required a two-spidey team-up! it makes perfect sense, from a strategical standpoint. they could use that time to discuss what their next moves should be, if it's a situation worth looking into more beyond the scuffle that night. ( they don't usually do that, but they could do that. ) and well yeah, duh, of course there's a reason why he's interested in knowing about her, and her life. he's stuck in her dimension for the foreseeable future, it's only fair to give him a point of reference for different things. and when he starts to offer up little details of his own life, and his own world, without her prompting-? that's an easy one! she knows what it's like to miss your home. eventually he was bound to want to get it out of his system, and... she was there! so. yeah. all very logical. simple. easy to compartmentalize.
nevermind that there've definitely been other differences, body language ones specifically, over the time he's been here that she can't just babble away. the fact that he started taking his mask off at all was the first notable change. then it was how things seemed to click between them, as spider-man and spider-woman. their fights seemed more fluid. like he maybe, actually, was starting to trust her. and then his voice got a little warmer, and his smile started reaching his eyes, which made the corners of them crinkle in a way that made her brain feel like it was kind of on fire, and! and then came the physical things, small gestures, like the way he squeezes her shoulder in greeting, or the way he rests his hand between her shoulder blades when it's obvious she's trying to fight back a strong wave of something from venom, helping her stay focused and anchored. and there's about a dozen other little things like that, that made her heart feel like it was kind of on fire, so!!! so. those easy excuses and explanations became her lifelines, in the attempt to not let herself get too caught up in that.
because yeah, maybe right away there was some part of her that was into the fact that he was spider-man, but he wasn't also peter parker. maybe her interest was sparked right from the start, at first just because of the fact that he might've been from another world that was "weird", like hers. and outlier. but it definitely didn't stay that way for very long. in retrospect, she's realizing her interest was probably more obvious than she would have liked it to be. she might not have been chasing him down every time he took off too soon after a fight, but she might have been intentionally trying to give him opportunities to find her. she could have headed straight back to her apartment most nights, too, but she didn't. she was definitely actively making herself available, and there wasn't anything subtle about it.
and once they stopped trying to act like there was any point to starting off the night split up before inevitably teaming up, well. you'd think it would click for her, that maybe he was in the same boat. or at least a similar boat. but no. nope!
that really didn't click until he kissed her. ... or did she kiss him? ... is it weird she really can't even remember? all she can actually remember is how it felt. how it made her feel. and maybe it hadn't been on her mind while they fought and webbed up a particularly stubborn gaggle of Fisk's cronies, but now that they're up here on this quiet rooftop?
yeah. there... might be some thinking going on. which is honestly impressive, considering they only just got up here and she hasn't even managed to catch her breath from the fight. her mask slips away, revealing a bright smile to go along with the slight hop to her step as she tries to shake off what remains of her adrenaline rush. ]
No? I was. [ she huffs a laugh ] It's kinda like clockwork, for them. Anytime you get in the way of one of their big bank heists, like we did on Tuesday? It's always followed up by an attempted surprise ambush. Two, but sometimes three days later. Although I will say they were better prepared this time, bringing in all those second-stringers to help. They really did try their best.
[ she really didn't mean for her pacing to bring her basically right back where she started when they landed up here, but it did, and even though she does love talking shit about the criminals in her city being particularly unimaginative, her silly behavior sobers just slightly, head tilting after she moves to stand in front of him properly ]
Hey- You're okay, right? I didn't accidentally miss some guy managing to land a particularly brutal hit?
[ she's like 99% sure she didn't miss anything, she's actually gotten world's better at paying better attention to things like that during a fight. and it's not out of an emotional kind of concern, no, how dare you?? ]
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but she's also maybe a little bit tipsy so her concept of time isn't all that reliable or realistic.
which is why she thinks it's appropriate, after toeing off her shoes and lazily shifting her clothes into an oversized t-shirt, to slowly climb on top of him instead of next to him in bed. she's slow and careful about it at least, which is honestly in part to hide how clumsy she's feeling, but it's also because she's tugging the blanket down from his torso as she makes her way up, dropping kisses along the way. she knows he's too light a sleeper to get away with too much before waking him up with her antics, but she still takes her time anyway, and still holds herself up over him once she's close enough to nudge her nose under his jaw and kiss his neck. she's slow about that too, even when her teeth gently press so she can suck little spots into his skin, the same as she always does when she's too turned on for her own good and wants to drag poe there with her. it's tempting to lower herself to lay on top of him right away, because he's warm from sleep and she's tired from bopping around to loud music all night, but she stays crouched above him instead, like that's any kind of proof that she can control herself even when she's feeling this needy.
it's not long before she's shifting her weight to one hand so she can brace the opposite side of his neck from where she's still kissing him, keeping him right there until she's ready to move said kisses to his cheek, then over to his mouth.
but first- ] Hi. [ giving him a quiet greeting and a smile against his mouth before kissing him seemed like the right thing to do. ]
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But he's not stirred to consciousness by the AI. Instead it's the soft sounds of Gwen slipping into the room, the shuffling of her shoes and the subtle shifting of the bed underneath her as she climbs in, though rather than stirring and rolling himself over to greet her he decides to keep his eyes closed. He exhales a slightly heavier contented sigh when she nuzzles at his skin, but he's staying still, playing the part all the way up until her mouth reaches his, where he can't repress the smile against her lips that mirrors her own before easing into that kiss.
It doesn't take a lot of guessing to figure out what kind of mood she's in. If she was ready to sleep she would have just snuggled in against his chest, this teasing, and the lingering taste of alcohol on her tongue, suggest that she's after something else that he's all too happy to indulge with a couple more kisses before he's murmuring a response. ]
Mm, welcome home, baby.
[ He's not sure if she was just trying to avoid waking him up as long as possible or if she's intentionally teasing him by keeping herself propped up over him. Either way he's fumbling through the blanket until he's got his hands on her hips, giving them a lazy but pointed tug. He's never made any kind of secret of the fact that he likes it when she's affectionate and needy for him. He wouldn't have a problem at all with lazily fucking her exactly like this. ]
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when are you coming home
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Maybe an hour, usual disclaimers.
Miss me?
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or keep moving toooo the couch, in this case. because gwen definitely has at least a mild concussion, and in the time it took them to make it back to his apartment? ( or is it hers..? it's probably bad that she can't actually make that out, at the moment ) standing upright on her own had become increasingly difficult. and at first she felt almost manic - not quite paranoid, but freaked out, yeah. on edge - but luckily for her, poe's gotten surprisingly good at talking her down when she needs it. or it's possible that maybe he didn't actually get better at it, but she just trusts him more now. it could be that, too. maybe.
but he did manage to calm her down and help her chill out eventually, but unfortunately with increased chill also comes increased awareness, which is why she winced before she even totally realized why she would have a reason to. the aches and pains settled in slowly, but the dizziness kind of smacked her in the face before she knew it was coming. or maybe... "knocked her in the head" is the better choice of wording, because after reaching her hand up to touch a weirdly dull-but-sharp pain just above her eyebrow, she realized poe wasn't just avoiding eye contact with her - he was trying to get a look at the cut there.
anyway, that's what led them to this moment right now - the pair still sitting across from each other on the couch - poe still gently cleaning and patching her up, helping her stay awake, and gwen... kinda floating in this weird mental space that's somewhere between "gotta stay awake. totally cannot sleep if i have a concussion. c'mon, stacy, buck up. focus. stay awake." and "i'm so tired and that feels so nice wow poe's so good at this. so good at taking care of me.". and she might not actually be voicing any of those things ( thank god ), but the way she keeps turning her face to press her nose to his palm, or press a kiss to his wrist, isn't subtle. and y'know, neither is the way she keeps leaning in closer to him by a fraction of an inch every minute or so, until she eventually just moves her butt forward, towards him, actually putting her right there in front of him, and not just leaning over into his space. she's not quite sitting on his lap, but it seems like she's certainly trying to sneaking her way to that point, yeah.
she's just feeling a little clingy in the aftermath of a tough fight, that's all. a little scared, a little overprotective, a little needy. the only problem with that is that they haven't really... done anything like that yet. the few times they've hooked up
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It kind of worked. For a while. But it was harder to keep her out than he expected, even if she wasn't interrogating him any moment she had him momentarily cornered, she just refused to give up on him, whether that was an intentional choice or just something she slipped into, the same way he found himself hanging around longer to talk to her when he didn't need to. It's not too hard to admit to himself that he cares about Gwen, and only another step or two to admit that he wants to be with her way more often than he's let himself before, and yeah, stumbling into making out and then into a lot more than that left him thinking about those moments often enough that it counts as a severe distraction from his day job. Sometimes even a distraction from his night job. Just a distraction in general. It's a problem.
One that, so far, he's been completely incapable of quitting. They've been trying... right? So maybe sometimes when they're both high on adrenaline they get caught up in a moment, sometimes they just need that moment of connection, it doesn't have to be a Thing. Capital T. It's a lower case thing. Very chill, very low key.
Maybe if he keeps telling himself that it'll actually start feeling like that. It's not currently exceptionally effective.
Especially right now. He's got his own fair share of bumps from this one, things that would have been a lot more debilitating on someone without his level of superhuman resilience, but Gwen unquestionably got the worst of it, and the way it made his chest tighten up with a cold chill is something he could have gone without feeling today. Of course he worries about her, she's not invincible, and even without that specific sharp jab of fear when he wasn't sure about what state she would land in, he's still deeply unsettled with seeing her hurt, at this point mostly woozy and in pain. Hopefully the latter is improving since he's made her take some pills for it, but for most of this she's just going to have to tough it out until she heals, and he's too busy fussing over her to pretend that he's not worried, that he doesn't care as much as he does, and— well, his guard's down, between the two of them anyway. She's being soft and affectionate and needy and he's responding to it with warmth and reassurance and affection of his own.
By all rights he should be rusty with this kind of thing, but it doesn't feel that way.
So maybe he'll just make things easier for her, since she's obviously inching her way toward his lap, probably with a lot less subtlety than she imagines she's got right now, and just carefully draw her in the rest of the way, so his free arm settles naturally around her. And when his face is nuzzled up close to her cheek anyway it's too easy press in a soft kiss there. And then another one. ]
You still can't sleep yet.
[ Not that sleep seems to be exactly her goal at the moment. ]
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Not in that spidey-sense 'something really bad is about to happen' kind of way, not the gut feeling that he should stay home from work just in case way, it was just impossible to put his finger on the exact reason it took him so long to pry himself out of bed this morning. If he felt like something was wrong he would err on the side of caution, he's learned the hard way not to ignore his instincts when they're telling him something's not right, and he's got too much to lose these days to be flippant about taking chances the way he did when it was just him on his own. But no, it's a specific reluctance to unwind his arms from around Gwen that veers closer toward a unusual feeling of possessiveness — that's only further exacerbated by the way she clings to him too — not an inkling that there's some kind of danger lurking around out there, so he puts it aside for now. Once he's out of the apartment and headed to the lab it's easier, it kind of sticks in the back of his mind but not to the point where he's unable to focus on his work.
But it does mean that he's quicker than usual to pick up his phone when he gets a text from her. Not so quick that the single text is followed, rapid-fire style, by a couple more, which also isn't strange in itself, Gwen's texting style leans toward stream of consciousness when she's excited or worked up, but coupled with the slightly off-kilter morning he had he's feeling just a bit keyed up. Alert, maybe? Something like that. He's still concerned when she's asking him to come home early, even if she does follow it up by saying that she's fine, those two stances aren't fully mutually exclusive but it's a pretty close thing.
So he does take the shorter route home, sliding through certain webswinging shortcuts where he can without attracting too much attention in broad daylight— now really isn't the time to attract a crowd gawking at him.
It doesn't hit him until he's stepping through the front door. And then it literally hits him, and— alright, it sounds weird to say, but he's got an inhumanly keen sense of smell, so he tends to pick up on subtleties though he's not going around commenting on subtle shifts in hormones, it's just... something he notices, another interesting facet to his superhuman senses, and most of the time that's not a big deal. But most of the time it's not so strong that he almost freezes just inside the doorway as he tries to get some kind of handle on just how intense his reaction is to it, because for a couple of seconds he's just dazed. It's so much more than what he's used to, and even knowing that wouldn't have prepared him for the kind of... urges he's feeling. Now the morning thing makes all kinds of sense.
He won't stay there frozen for long though, if Gwen's not there to pounce on him at the door he'll find her. ]
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feverish. oh. she- has a fever? but that's not possible.
she steps around the sink to flick the lid of the toilet down before plopping down onto it, immediately giving into the urge to fold her arms over her knees and lean down to rest her head there, because she just- she needs a minute. she really does feel feverish, that's the only word she can think of to describe it, but it's not just that. it's like she can't get comfortable in her own skin, heightened senses gone haywire, making it hard to sit still. and the fact that she can't make sense of what this overwhelming feeling could be is actually only making it worse. the only time she's gotten sick since she was bitten was back when venom was malnourished, and gwen was getting massive headaches as a result. but venom seems to be just as clueless as she is, and just as overwhelmed, too. which isn't helping. worst feedback loop ever.
it's only once she notices her thighs rubbing together, that she realizes her squirming is more purposeful than she thought. it doesn't actually make it easier to understand what's going on, but now that she's caught on, she takes a moment to sit up straight again, deliberately shift the way her legs are crossed, and roll her hip to s- ] Fuck! [ ohhh, wow, oh wow. okay. okay. okay. that's, hah, that's a lot. that's so- a lot. she does it again, and this time it makes her groan, clenching her jaw and squeezing her eyes shut. she's not feverish, she's jonesing. but like... in a way that makes literally no sense, considering she mostly just feels very sick, and there's nothing arousing about that. she stands back up, even if it makes that flush crawl back up her neck again, fingers flexing at her sides as she tries to focus.
because- yeah, she obviously needs to be back in bed before it somehow gets worse, a point which is proven to be fact within half an hour, tops, when the ache between her thighs starts to almost hurt, even with her hand pressed hard against her sleep shorts, giving herself something to rock against. it's only once she can't seem to control the needy sounds she's making, or the volume of them more importantly, that she finally reaches for her phone, quickly tapping out a few urgent messages to poe. if her abilities decided to go all fucky for some- weird biological reason, he would know. for sure. he'll know how to help her, what to do. because she knows what she'd like to do, but it's hard to think about literally anything besides that. she seems to be able to relax once he tells her he's on his way, the frantic energy to her need dialing down a few notches, even as she keeps moving against the heel of her hand.
she can feel it, once he's home. normally she would have just known by the sound of his keys unlocking the door, but her regular senses have seem to have taken a back seat to whatever these urges are now. so she can feel it, this overwhelming sense of relief, while she also feels a rush of arousal, making her already soaked-through shorts even wetter somehow. and there's a part of her that wants to scramble out of bed and jump him, but the part that actually wins out is more interested in getting out of her clothes, tugging off a t-shirt of his that's now damp with sweat, and her shorts damp with- well, everything else. she tries to lay down flat on the bed again, but ends up curing up on her side almost immediately, her hand shoving its way back between her thighs as she cries out, desperate. when she does finally call out to him, she sounds dazed, but with a sense of urgency that's almost chaotic ]
Poe, I don't know what I did, I don't know what's happening, I don't know, but something's - fuck, nnngh - I just- I need you, I need you. Please, I mean it, I really do, I need you here-!
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