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-!
[ There's a fierce tug-of-war going on between his instincts right now, the more lucid part of it is that he's worried about her, he's never heard or seen her like this before and it's a shock. On the other hand he's not just going by the sharp contrast of her tone and the way she's writhing on the bed, he's got a lot more detail to it than that, even more clearly than usual as it feels like his senses are just dialed in on her in a way that tunes everything else out, which isn't a fully unique occurrence on its own, it's just not something he's been thrown into so abruptly before. He knows that she's not crying out because she's in pain or because she's afraid, the specific kind of need in her voice pulls him forward, and he also knows exactly what she's so desperate for before he's even made it across the apartment. He doubts he could have resisted it even if he tried, not that it's even a thought that vaguely occurs to him as he all but stumbled into the bedroom, fumbling at his clothes along the way.
If he was as lightly dressed as she was he probably could have been naked by the time he's at the bed, which in reality probably only took a couple of seconds after the door locked shut behind him but felt like half of an eternity. As it is he's got his belt unbuckled and his pants unbuttoned and unzipped and that's more or less the extent of it before his attention shifts fully to her. He's never gotten this hard this quickly before, it's a whole new heady sensation that's completely overwhelming his senses, but the need to take care of her — in every way that she needs right now — is one common thread between those intensely wild urges and the more rational thoughts that he's struggling to maintain a precarious grip on, he can't completely lose himself until he knows for sure that it's safe. ]
I'm here, baby. I'm here. I've got you.
[ But it's an especially precarious hold. His mouth is already on her as he slides up to her, kissing and sucking on whatever spot of bare skin his lips bump into first, muffling a groan against her because god if smelling her wasn't enough then tasting her is so much more. His body's definitely taking some autonomy over the situation in ways he's not used to, he's probably going to end up grinding himself against her thigh or her ass while some fumbling for the right position happens, it just doesn't matter how they manage it, whatever takes care of the desperate need to fully bury his cock into that sweet slick warmth is what he'll go with. Less immediate is the urge to pin her down with his mouth and his hands, just to make sure that she doesn't incidentally writhe or squirm away from his cock before—
Before he can fill her with his cum. Before he's marked her with his teeth and his scent so that anyone and everyone else would know that she's his and they wouldn't dare even think about challenging that.
Yeah, that's not the rational part of his brain. ]
[ it's wild, he rush of relief she feels as soon as she knows for sure that he's there, that he'll give her what she needs to shake off whatever the hell she's going through right now. he falls right in step with her almost immediately, but it doesn't occur to her that that it's not quite the same as how he reacts to her when she surprises him by being naked and squirming on their with a toy between her legs, when he gets home from work. it's not a gradual thing, he didn't see her there and slowly get pulled into the same mood she's in. this was almost- instant. he's right there, suddenly, each press of his lips against her skin leaving a hot brand of sensation behind as he crawls up the bed over her.
she does manage to shove her shoulder down and relax just enough so she can lay flat on the bed under him as he moves up, thighs parting so he can fit between them, before she wraps them low around is hips. she can't seem to help the way she whimpers for him, whining, pleading, and she wants to wrap herself all around him, hold on with everything she's got to keep him right there so she can just grind on his hip or his thigh, wherever she can manage to get some friction, even if that's not what she actually needs right now. the problem is that she's too out of her mind to piece that together. so ironically enough, there really was a need for him to grip her tight and hold her down, because it's the only thing that seems to make her stop squirming so much.
still, she's gasping at first, pulling in deep breaths, but she can feel the near panic start to sink out of her system, the longer he's there with her, pressing himself so tightly against her.
it's only then that she realizes that part of what's making her relax-without-actually-relaxing-all-that-much is literally... how good he smells. and he always smells good, okay, his shampoo is one of her favorite smells ever, considering how often she curls up around him and buries her nose in his hair when she needs to shut everything out for a while. but this is different. this has her breaking their kiss to tilt her chin up so she can nose at his temple, his jaw, rubbing her cheek against his. and she hasn't even notices that she's still trying to rut her hips forward, seeking friction and whatever else he'll give her. fuck, she feels drunk. but also too aware, hyper-sensitive. ]
Poe. [ there actually is something like fear in her tone, but it's more out of confusion than anything else, the fear of feeling so out of control at the moment. the fear of not knowing what this even is. when she ducks her face to kiss him again, she licks out first, nearly digging her teeth into his bottom lip. not enough to split his lip, but it's close ] I need you to make me come, please, I need it. Need to feel you.
[ Poe wasn't fully aware of it until Gwen started rubbing herself against him but that's another facet to this, hard to focus on fully because there are so many different ways his senses are being overloaded at the moment, but once it's happening he realizes how right it feels. As obsessed with her scent as he is he wants to wrap her up in his even more, and every touch and kiss and bite is another possessive mark, and he knows it won't be enough until he's gone over every inch of her, which he fully intends to do before he's willing to pull away from her. The thought is completely impossible now, as she's begging for him in every way she knows how, and it's just a good thing that he wouldn't choose to fight it anyway, because he knows he wouldn't stand a chance. But obviously he's here for her, he wants her, always.
Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, hopelessly buried underneath everything else, is the thought that this might have a very particular kind of consequence, but it's not one that can pull him out of this, because honestly there's nothing he wouldn't do with her, or for her, and without more conscious thoughts chiming in there's nothing that makes him want to hold back.
He's making a noise that's a muffled response to hearing his name like that, but it ends in a low, rough growl at the sharp prick of pain where her teeth dig into his lip. They've gotten a little rough with each other before when things get especially heated, sure, but that intensity is nothing short of perfect right now, he wouldn't care if she did draw blood, but as soon as his mouth is free he's going to give some very similar attention to her throat as he grips one of her thighs and nudges it further aside before his hand slips to his cock to guide it against her. ]
I know what you need, baby. I'm gonna make you come until you can't take any more.
[ She's so wet already that he barely needs to adjust himself, between that and the restless motion she's caught up in the tip of his cock slips exactly where it needs to be and with one sharp thrust of his hips he's inside her, and it's so immediately overwhelming that he's almost flailing for a bruisingly tight grip on her hip, to make sure that she stays right there. ]
Fuck. [ It's almost like an full on orgasm for him right then and there, he's never felt anything like it, but somehow he doesn't actually unravel right then and there and instead he's already rocking into her, his hand sliding further down to her thigh to help angle her just right to get the most friction out of it.
It feels like he's harder and thicker even as he's thrusting into her, as if he wasn't already fully hard before he got to the bed. But at this point, given how intense and wild and new this all is he wouldn't be surprised if that was actually what's happening right now. ]
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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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If he was as lightly dressed as she was he probably could have been naked by the time he's at the bed, which in reality probably only took a couple of seconds after the door locked shut behind him but felt like half of an eternity. As it is he's got his belt unbuckled and his pants unbuttoned and unzipped and that's more or less the extent of it before his attention shifts fully to her. He's never gotten this hard this quickly before, it's a whole new heady sensation that's completely overwhelming his senses, but the need to take care of her — in every way that she needs right now — is one common thread between those intensely wild urges and the more rational thoughts that he's struggling to maintain a precarious grip on, he can't completely lose himself until he knows for sure that it's safe. ]
I'm here, baby. I'm here. I've got you.
[ But it's an especially precarious hold. His mouth is already on her as he slides up to her, kissing and sucking on whatever spot of bare skin his lips bump into first, muffling a groan against her because god if smelling her wasn't enough then tasting her is so much more. His body's definitely taking some autonomy over the situation in ways he's not used to, he's probably going to end up grinding himself against her thigh or her ass while some fumbling for the right position happens, it just doesn't matter how they manage it, whatever takes care of the desperate need to fully bury his cock into that sweet slick warmth is what he'll go with. Less immediate is the urge to pin her down with his mouth and his hands, just to make sure that she doesn't incidentally writhe or squirm away from his cock before—
Before he can fill her with his cum. Before he's marked her with his teeth and his scent so that anyone and everyone else would know that she's his and they wouldn't dare even think about challenging that.
Yeah, that's not the rational part of his brain. ]
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she does manage to shove her shoulder down and relax just enough so she can lay flat on the bed under him as he moves up, thighs parting so he can fit between them, before she wraps them low around is hips. she can't seem to help the way she whimpers for him, whining, pleading, and she wants to wrap herself all around him, hold on with everything she's got to keep him right there so she can just grind on his hip or his thigh, wherever she can manage to get some friction, even if that's not what she actually needs right now. the problem is that she's too out of her mind to piece that together. so ironically enough, there really was a need for him to grip her tight and hold her down, because it's the only thing that seems to make her stop squirming so much.
still, she's gasping at first, pulling in deep breaths, but she can feel the near panic start to sink out of her system, the longer he's there with her, pressing himself so tightly against her.
it's only then that she realizes that part of what's making her relax-without-actually-relaxing-all-that-much is literally... how good he smells. and he always smells good, okay, his shampoo is one of her favorite smells ever, considering how often she curls up around him and buries her nose in his hair when she needs to shut everything out for a while. but this is different. this has her breaking their kiss to tilt her chin up so she can nose at his temple, his jaw, rubbing her cheek against his. and she hasn't even notices that she's still trying to rut her hips forward, seeking friction and whatever else he'll give her. fuck, she feels drunk. but also too aware, hyper-sensitive. ]
Poe. [ there actually is something like fear in her tone, but it's more out of confusion than anything else, the fear of feeling so out of control at the moment. the fear of not knowing what this even is. when she ducks her face to kiss him again, she licks out first, nearly digging her teeth into his bottom lip. not enough to split his lip, but it's close ] I need you to make me come, please, I need it. Need to feel you.
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Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, hopelessly buried underneath everything else, is the thought that this might have a very particular kind of consequence, but it's not one that can pull him out of this, because honestly there's nothing he wouldn't do with her, or for her, and without more conscious thoughts chiming in there's nothing that makes him want to hold back.
He's making a noise that's a muffled response to hearing his name like that, but it ends in a low, rough growl at the sharp prick of pain where her teeth dig into his lip. They've gotten a little rough with each other before when things get especially heated, sure, but that intensity is nothing short of perfect right now, he wouldn't care if she did draw blood, but as soon as his mouth is free he's going to give some very similar attention to her throat as he grips one of her thighs and nudges it further aside before his hand slips to his cock to guide it against her. ]
I know what you need, baby. I'm gonna make you come until you can't take any more.
[ She's so wet already that he barely needs to adjust himself, between that and the restless motion she's caught up in the tip of his cock slips exactly where it needs to be and with one sharp thrust of his hips he's inside her, and it's so immediately overwhelming that he's almost flailing for a bruisingly tight grip on her hip, to make sure that she stays right there. ]
Fuck. [ It's almost like an full on orgasm for him right then and there, he's never felt anything like it, but somehow he doesn't actually unravel right then and there and instead he's already rocking into her, his hand sliding further down to her thigh to help angle her just right to get the most friction out of it.
It feels like he's harder and thicker even as he's thrusting into her, as if he wasn't already fully hard before he got to the bed. But at this point, given how intense and wild and new this all is he wouldn't be surprised if that was actually what's happening right now. ]