Electric Love
The stubble on his sculpted face grazed her soft skin as their lips met, Gwen slowly melting into the tenderness of the embrace and warm kiss. Fangs pressing against his lips, their sensation noticeable as Miguel deepened the kiss. Earth-65’s vibrant and bleeding colors cascading onto the two of them from the window behind, the morning now taking hold of the day.
He slowly pulls himself back from their kiss, barely away from her lips, “¿Amor, quieres dormir?”
Blonde and brunette staring at one another softly as the woman shook her head no in response. Gwen knew that Miguel hadn’t slept in days following his departure, he never did when he left for the long ones. The man hated to be away from her, he made that known each time he came back to their apartment in her dimension. She’d wake up and find him cuddled up close, feel his hands gently caress her cheek, or wake up with a loving note and a hot cup of coffee- the man never missing an opportunity to shower her with love and affection.
“You’re the one who needs sleep,” Gwen chuckled, a hand running through his hair.
Miguel huffed lowly, chin resting on her torso, “Nunca. I’m home now, I don’t need to rest, Gwen.” She could hear the exhaustion in his voice as he spoke softly to her. “I just want to lay here for awhile.” She shook her head ever so slightly, another hand running down and rubbing his broad shoulders as she did. There was no chance he’d sleep now, especially since she was awake, he was always like this following those sleepless nights. She swore on some level he had to be sleeping with his eyes open at some point with how little the man slept. Protecting the multiverse, preserving an infinite number of canon events, and leading the spider-society would make anyone exhausted. She never understood how he did it all and managed to be there for her at all. How he managed to surprise her with romantic dates or trips to other dimensions where they’d lounge away together until Lyla would prompt his return to HQ.
“Seriously, when was the last time you slept,” she asked, shifting below his weight as he nestled himself back into her.
“Hm,” he groaned, looking up at her, head resting upon her breasts. “Four days ago?”
“Miguel,” Gwen exclaimed in frustration, Miguel groaning loudly as she screamed at him.
“Aye! Watch it! You’re gonna burst my eardrums, kid.”
She pinched his back in retort and received a well earned ‘ ow ’ from the large man- the stubborn asshole. It was no surprise to her now that other spiders would joke that he only works and never sleeps, she used to figure it was only a joke but they were right. Always believing that he’s above the need to sleep so he can push through mission after mission, trying to save each world from a fate he’s all too familiar with. They were always more important to him than his desire to sleep. The only other things topping that importance to him are Gabriella and now, Gwen, in that order.
The petite gal wiggled beneath her lover’s weight, the heat of his body now far too much for her with the sweatshirt on. Gwen was the sort of sleeper who burned up easily no matter how little she had on. Miguel on the other hand was always ice cold and desperate for warmth despite his constant emanating body heat. Excuses of being so cold he just had to hold her close were always a thing in their household- she knew he was just clingy.
Catching wind of her writhing Miguel sat up in the bed, Gwen now sighing of relief. She started to remove Miguel’s massive sweatshirt, her body below completely bare. He propped his elbow on his knee, head resting against his arm as he watched her remove the sweatshirt that devoured her small frame. The colors of her dimension illuminating her body in high saturation that only made him admire her more. Rays of sunshine touching her nude form, an exhale escaping her lips as she felt plenty cooler now. Her blue eyes doing a double take having noticed Miguel staring at her.
“You’ve seen it thousands of times, don’t give me that look,” she punched his arm and he laughed. The bedroom’s colors splotching out in blues, pinks, whites, and purples in response to their moment. Miguel was always impressed by Earth-65’s ability to color emotions in the moment, Gwen’s laugh filling the room with more light colors as he marveled. Miguel reached forward, lying down next to her. Large hand snaking its way around her tiny waist, attempting to pull her back into the bed. Although her legs were already half off of it, unwillingly ready to take on the day. Miguel’s nails gently dug into her skin as he grabbed hold of her.
He was tired, she wanted him to sleep but she loved how the more tired he was, the more he’d speak to her in Spanish. “Por favor,” he leaned to her, kissing her lower back, “no te vayas.” She felt his fangs graze her skin with his kiss sending shivers down her spine.
“I have to get up, Miguel. I need to go see Jess today.” He scoffed in response, placing another kiss upon her back.
“She’ll be fine for one day without her little prodigy. I need my baby girl with me,” his voice was raspy.
Gwen groaned and pried Miguel’s hand off of her waist, the large appendage practically enveloping her waist like she was nothing but a small doll. He huffed again, knowing he was not going to get his way, eyes watching Gwen slip off of the bed and stretching. ‘Dios, was she perfect’ , he thought to himself. The spider-woman walked around the room, Miguel’s eyes transfixed on the blonde as she aimlessly wandered throughout. She was never a morning person, Miguel only made the mornings a bit better but even still, waking up was always hard. She didn’t want to get out of the bed but things had to be done around the house and at HQ, she had no time for cuddling today.
Sweet conversations of nothing played out as she wandered around the room, Miguel’s eyes not leaving her for a second. O’Hara asking if she’d like some coffee, what she’d like for breakfast, the day’s plans, and so on. He simply loved hearing her talk about anything, even the most mundane of things. For Miguel, it simply was just nice to hear her voice again, see her physically rather than digitally, and be present with her.
Gwen slipped on a pair of panties, scouring the room for her bra as she did. She could feel his eyes burning into her as she bent over to pull the underwear up. “I can feel you staring,” she snapped the waistband of her pink and blue panties. Like a militant to attention Miguel’s gaze shot up to respond.
“I’ve been gone for days, forgive an old man for wanting to watch.” Gwen let out a chuckle. The little pervert- not that she was any better.
Spotting her blue bra across the room Gwen webbed for it. Snapping it back into her grasp as she sighed, standing up straight and putting it on. Always a pain and an annoyance to wear, she hated them so much she’d go braless but today she just felt like wearing it. Miguel ran a hand over his face as he watched the blonde open one of the windows in their bedroom. Blinds and lift raised, the sounds of the bustling city below now much louder. Miguel scowled slightly as she did so. Far from agitated that she opened it but rather in calculation to find out what was going through the young woman’s head. He watched as Gwen leaned on the window sill, the faintest sound of her sighing tickled his ears. What was troubling her?
She could hear as Miguel rose from the bed, its light creaking and his bare feet hitting the floor upon standing. Gwen slowly shut her eyes, disconnecting herself in a meditation nearly as Miguel approached. The older man’s bulky frame leaning against the window sill beside her, elbows placed on it, head facing forward. Within a breeze the two spiders could smell the freshly brewed coffee and pastries from the local shop below- a few blocks down but it was Gwen’s favorite. Her dad would bring her an iced coffee for school or even if she was out late on a superhero venture. Always with a note of love- just like Miguel.
“The painted mornings in your dimension are always so beautiful.” Gwen opened her eyes, his hushed voice pulling her from plaguing thoughts. His hands folded over one another as he leaned his head against them, turning to face her now. The faintest streaks of colors wisping off of their bodies as they breathed slowly in the moment. Loving and lively colors of the morning and the duo’s energy spilling over them like a tipped inkwell. Gwen did not shift as he continued to speak, her gaze fixated on the horizon. “I would do it all again, Gwen.” Her breath hitched, sky blue eyes meeting Miguel’s olden amber ones. “I’d break the canon as many times as needed just to be here with you now.”
Whatever had occupied her mind prior, was long gone as he spoke to her. Sunlight shining the light silver streaks amongst his dark brown locks, hair barely moving with the wind. His face as toned as his body, hands that could take any spider out in one fell swoop, and always with a look of guilty sorrow splayed on his face. She couldn’t deny how much she loved him- eyes looking at her now with such admirability and fervor. Saying something like that wasn’t exactly his cup of tea, but if he tried to do it for Gabriella,.. Was she really on that same level of undying love?
“Miguel,.. I,” her lips parted, bodies leaning against one another. So close to a kiss, so close to falling into one another again, so close to,...
“MIGUEL!” The watch across the room called out. There was an audible groan of irritation from the man as he snapped his head back around to see Lyla pop up from the watch. “C’mon! It’s time to get back into gear, big guy. We’ve got a big day ahead and Jess is already fiending for you back at HQ.” Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, back now to the open window while Lyla rattled on about the day’s assignments and new anomalies.
“No puedo más, no puedo más,” he trailed off, striding across the room to the watch before slapping it back on. He spoke briefly to the sassy hologram as she bounced herself around the man’s head in gesture to occurring events. Gwen watched as Miguel only grew more annoyed but she loved it- Lyla and her did mess with him on more than one occasion anyway. She laughed slightly, Miguel’s eyes shooting over to her, irritation on his face fading as he smiled before ending the transmission.
“Come on,” Gwen walked over to him, hand patting his chest as she passed him, “I think we’re beyond late if Lyla is making house calls.” O’Hara rolled his eyes and shook his head, following in his lover’s steps, ready to take the day by the neck.