Chapter 1
The dawn was slowly pooling in through the windows- becomingly vibrant blues of the fading evening to pinks, oranges, and yellows. Sounds from the city far below were faint, its audibility causing Gwen to shift a bit in her hazed sleep. Groggy blue eyes opening to find an empty and messy bed before her. The grey bed sheets were strewn on his side, the imprinted spot of where her lover sleeps was completely barren. With an outstretched arm Gwen ran a hand over the large missing space where Miguel would sleep in their bed. She sighed, the already large bed now feeling quite bigger without his physical presence.
Gwen huffed, a little irritated to have woken up yet again to an empty bed. Eventually, she rolled from a prone position- hair a mess and now rubbing her tired eyes. Miguel’s oversized sweatshirt hanging off of her hands as she rubbed her eyes awake.
Click
The incoming sound of heavy footsteps approaching the bedroom brought Gwen’s head to attention. An echoing clang before the sound got too close. ‘Keys in the bowl.’ A glistening digital sound played out as she heard the bedroom door click to open. ‘Hologram down, anddd-’ without skipping a beat of her heart the door shoved open and in walked Miguel.
“Mija,” he smiled so warmly, gaze immensely softening upon seeing Gwen in their bed. The six-nine man wandered into the room webbing a shirt from afar as he did. One that was just out of his lazy reach and certainly at least worn three times recently. He pulled off his dimensional travel watch and tossed it onto the end table nearest his side of the bed. Pulling the shirt over himself, Gwen’s heart skipped a bit as she spoke, “Well look who finally is back home.” Her tone sarcastic, despite the sleepiness that stayed in her voice.
Miguel rolled his eyes, striding across the room confidently as he approached her. “Uh-huh, uh-huh,” he teased back, crawling onto the front of the bed. “Keep saying that and I’ll make sure to stay later next time.” She leaned back against the mound of pillows behind her, scoffing as she did so.
“You absolutely wouldn’t. You’d miss me too much and come swinging home or would drag me along to sit bored in your little dracula tower.”
Miguel sneered, fangs barely visible as he did. “It’s an -
“- elevated surveillance platform.”
“Elevated surveillance platform.”
She smirked at his glare, unamused by her smartass mouth. A smartmouth with those soft lips and a fire behind her voice when she retorted to anyone. He shook his head in a fatherly way that only silently said ‘alright you win.’ Gwen gave a quiet ‘heh’ as Miguel plopped down next to her in the bed, defeated by exhaustion. He glanced up at her, her hand extending from the oversized sweatshirt and placing itself in his hair. His tender and plush hair barely resisting her fingers as she combs through it slowly in comfort. Miguel hums, his head leaning into her touch with each stroke and curls- this was absolutely what he wanted. He had wanted, needed, the touch of his beloved these past few days, but having been in a different dimension and on a mission that she was not permissioned to go on made that quite difficult. The two of them having been waking up to empty beds or having sleepless nights.
Miguel barely slept for a few reasons during those separated days, if he even did at all. One being that he was intently focused on the mission and two being that he was away from his home. He missed his bed, just like anyone does after being gone from home for extended periods of time, but he missed who laid in it with him. He had missed Gwen through each moment and wished he could get just a bit of her comedic wit and sarcasm throughout it, even if he did find it annoying sometimes. Of course they could just call one another via dimensional watches or even visit, but these were strict orders Miguel had set in place. It was one he could not risk anyone messing up so he had gone alone to ensure that Earth’s canon would not be changed.
The dark haired man rolled over, an arm laying across her waist as he did so. “Complain all you want, but it’s handled for the time being. So for now,” he rose up a bit, propping himself up. “I can enjoy the view of you in my sweater.”
She stuck out her tongue, hands folding over her torso as she did. “It was cold and this was the only thing clean, alright?” Miguel absolutely knew she was lying and even Gwen knew he wouldn’t by her bluff, but she still stood by it.
“Que lindo,” he said, brushing one of her blonde locks from her face. “Allow me to warm you up then.” Miguel cooed softly to her, his voice low and terrifyingly sweet.
Gwen knew that three things could happen with a line deliverance like that- He’d tickle her until she kicked him, fuck her, or cuddle up to her. She squinted her eyes at Miguel as he smirked and arched his eyebrows up to see what sort of reaction she’d do. He stayed still, their eyes locked as if they were both in an intense moment of life or death to see what the other would do. O’hara shifted himself up a bit more and wrapped a large arm around her body, the other sweeping under some pillows and her. Gwen tensed for a moment, almost leaping out of the bed as he nestled himself against her. She knew he wasn’t the biggest hugger or even cuddler but when he really needed it, she was there and he was touch starved for it.
“Mi Vida,” he breathed as his head craned to the left, burying himself into her. Eyebrows furrowed upon his sculpted face as she enveloped him in an embrace. Miguel exhaled a deep sigh, the tension he had felt for days dissolving away in the singular loving embrace of Gwen Stacy.
Gwen kissed the top of his head, leaning herself into the warmth. With each inhale, she distinctly could smell his cologne and conditioner, eyes closing as she breathed him in. “I.. Missed you too, big guy.”
The pair had never been good at admitting feelings or openly expressing emotions (aside from anger of course). It was still difficult, but it had gotten significantly easier for the duo to read one another and communicate through small moments like this. The teasing, wearing his clothes and longing feeling were all that was needed for Miguel to know she had missed him far more than she ever let on. And it was like this for every extended mission that Miguel did on his own, and just like her, he yearned for her far more than he would openly communicate. But in the moment, the moment happening then and there, Miguel knew one other thing as well.
That as the dawn breaks through the window behind them and those shimmering angelic rays of morning light seep in. He knew that he never wanted to leave Gwen’s side. Miguel glanced up, the sunshine above mimicking a halo on her head, blonde unkempt locks shining in the sun. She opened her eyes to see him looking at her with a softness only seen when he looks at videos of Gabriella. Blue eyes scanned his worn down brown-red eyes as he pushed himself up gingerly, placing a kiss upon her lips.