Entangled

Hobie's love language was physical touch. However, he didn't know it and refused to say anything about it. But no matter what, without fail, when meeting his friends, he always has his arm around them or holds onto them somehow. 

With Arabella? It was just more intense. If he were sitting down, he'd prompt her to sit on his lap, holding around her waist with his cheek against her back. Or maybe when they would be cuddling, he'd need to pull her entire body on top of him, claiming that it was the only way he could sleep. But he loved touching, intimately or casually. 

This also meant he liked to please, not to say he hadn't been able to please her, just not how he preferred it. She always danced around the subject if it was brought up, primarily always by her on accident. 

Luckily he found other ways to satiate the desire to make her feel good. Whenever he could, he'd pull her away to a dark corner or a closet and place dark hickeys around her neck and chest where parts of her outfit showed skin. Then when they had complete privacy, he'd use her chest as stress balls or something to play with. 

If she sat reading a book, he'd be behind her with his thumbs brushing over her nipples. Or if she had her head in his lap, he'd lean out and cup them, complaining that his hands hurt and needed a simple rest. He liked that he could spot a bit of joy on her face each time he did so.

Presently Hobie had one of his arms around Arabella's shoulder as she bopped her head to the music from his stereo. He leaned back, kicking his feet to the music while Miles and Pav rambled about something on the floor, and Gwen raided his kitchen. 

The band had gotten together at Hobies place, spending their time playing games, swimming around the rooftops, and drinking. Hobie wasn't too much of a drinker, only liking the most basic of beers and nothing too hard, while Arabella, on the other hand, loved anything fruity and lacked the taste of alcohol. Luckily for her, Gwen knew how to make the perfect concoction just for Arabella at the expense of being very strong. 

So while everyone else was already sobered up from a couple of hours of drinking, Arabella was still in the throws of her drunken state. Hobie held his hand to the back of her head, seeing as the more intense the music got, the harder she would throw her head. He would enjoy a girlfriend without brain damage, which was the only way to ensure she was okay.

"Got me a lightweight, don't I?"

Arabella's head stopped moving, her eyes squinting, trying to focus on her dizzy state.
"Lightweight? Mm, no lightweight. The drinks on my earth are so much stronger, I promise…." She slurred her word with every syllable making Hobie snicker.

She reached up to his nose and pinched it between her fingers.
"I like your face' Obie Brohn," She said, trying to mimic his accent. He gently took her hand and set it down, kissing her knuckles and the back of her head.

"I like your face too, princess."

"Ugh! You guys are too cute! Who knew Hobie could be so soft…." Pav cheered, looking at the two from the floor.

"Pav! You're here! Pav, you were so right. You have such good judgment of people skills. I commend!" Arabella smiled widely and attempted to stand. Miles, Pav, and Hobie flinched upwards when she wobbled, ready to catch her if she fell.

"Hey—I'm fine. Need Gwendy!" Arabella kept her eyes squinted. They wondered if she knew she was doing that but passed it off as they carefully watched her skip to the kitchen.

"Gwendy~" Arabella sang, looking for Gwen as she leaned against his wall.
"Wow, you're still drunk?" Gwen asked, handing her the bag of chips, knowing she would need food in her system afterward.

"Gwendy guess what?" Arabella asked, looping her arm over her friend's shoulder and pointing to Hobie.
"Yeah…? What up?"

"I think I might tell him," Arabella whispered—or so she tried. Gwen's eyes widened, and she slowly pulled Arabella off to the side,
"Are you sure? You're pretty drunk, Ari; think you should wait till the morning,"

"Why? What would that help? Ugh, I'm going to be sad…" Arabella's eyes lowered, and her lips puckered as she leaned against Gwen. For the whole night, since she had alcohol in her, she had been trying to fend away the sad Arabella's feelings. 

Filling up her head with noise from her friends and the music, then found other things to discuss with her friends.
"Maybe, like…one more will do," Arabella spun from her friend and ducked back into the kitchen. That was Gwen's cue to try and pull the boys out to go home. 

Arabella found herself taking one more shot to herself, she wasn't an alcoholic, but it was nice to have non-hallucinogenic regular alcohol that wouldn't kill her if she mixed it wrong.

When she returned to the couch, she saw that only Hobie resided on the sofa, his feet kicking up on his table. 

"Aww…where did everyone go?" Arabella pouted, stumbling her way into his room. Hobie followed after her, a fun sigh releasing from him as he made sure she fell into bed quickly.

She climbed the bed, sitting down with her legs crossed as she watched Hobie look around for a clean shirt and shorts to give her. The silence was pleasant until it wasn't. 
She was given the clothes, watching Hobie undress. 

Arabella furrowed her brows, adding pressure down between her legs and frowning. 
"Hobie…" She called out, seeing him finish and crawl up to her.

"You're pissed, Love. You should change and sleep,"

"Dont wanna. I'm sad,"

Hobie raised a brow, planting himself in front of her.
"Sad? Why?" Hobie reached over and moved a curl off to the side. She didn't make a sound and lifted herself to lean toward him.

"Do you like me, like…like me?" She asked, squinting her eyes and puckering her lips. 

"Always," 

This made her smile, pecking his lips softly. She found it wasn't enough and kissed him more, this time reaching and bringing her arms around his neck. He couldn't let it go any farther and broke away from her; his fingers pressed to her lips.

"Like I said, sloshed. We have the morning or whatever time you'll be waking up," He tried to leave it at that, reaching for the shirt he gave her. He pulled off her sweater, setting it and her bra to the side as he put his shirt over her. He stopped as his hands reached the top of her skirt.  

"Gotta do this part yourself," He pressed his hand to her bare lower back to help her stand, but she planted herself down into the bed.
“Love…come on…” He cooed but stopped as he saw tears fall from her face.

"Oi? What happened? You were chuffed a bit ago; now you're gutted," 

Arabella nodded, climbing toward where she could set her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her.

"I got myself a sad little drunk don't I? I'm here…." He kissed her head gently, making her grab tightly onto his shirt.

"I'm sad," she mumbled more for herself than him. 

"I can see that; what you want to do 'bout that?" 

She shrugged, reaching so her arms came over his shoulders. 
"Alright, what about…" he paused, grabbing her bonnet, entering his bed, and holding his arms out for her to lay in. 

"Lay with me till you're not sad, yea?" 

She gave him a lazy smile sliding right between his arms and letting her head lay on his sternum. As she lay against him, he tucked all of her hair into the bonnet, his hand resting against her face and rubbing soft circles on her cheek until she fell asleep.

Arabella groaned into Hobie's pillowcase. She raised her eyes to rub her eyes and was met with Hobies dark room. She sighed, thanking the gods that she didn't end up anywhere dangerous. 

She lay in bed momentarily, taking in his room's soft, dark, comfortable glow. She curled up in his blanket, pressing it under his nose and smiling. She lived that ever smelled of him. 

Just as she rose from the bed, her spidey sense went off as she saw Hobie come into his room with a hum. 
"Earlier than I think you'd wake," he said, flipping a water bottle in one hand while another held a takeaway box. 

Arabella smiled, staying in bed but turning into her front. 
"What's that? It smells delicious,"

"This? Oh, just some breakfast; what did you want?" He joked, holding it to his chest after she rolled her eyes. He handed it to her, dropping it onto the bed. 

"No hangover? Your head feels fine?" He asked, setting the bottle of water off to the side. 

"Mm, no. It's nice, too, since your alcohol isn't as strong as ours. It feels like nothing. But I don't remember anything that happened, so I hope I didn't embarrass myself…I didn't, did I?" She asked, sitting up and folding her legs to look inside the box.

"Mmm, no, but…" he paused, pressing a hand to her knee. 
"You're a very sad drunk, you know?" 

She looked down at the food, ignoring the comment and smiling down. 
"Oh wow, this looks good. Where did you get it?"

"There's this old bird, been here for years, and she makes breakfast for anyone who wants or needs it down the street. Been going to her for years, makes everything herself." 

"Mm, love supporting the locals," 

Hobie leaned over to kiss her cheek, then found himself behind her and pulled her against him while she ate. 

She felt lucky to have such a slow morning, curled under his arms while he ghosted kisses around her face. When she finished, she put it to the side, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and forcing both sides to be in bed.

"I didn't do anything crazy last night, right?" Ari asked, lifting a brow.
"Nah, but like I said, you were sad. Your words exactly," She nodded, laying her arms over his chest and pressing her fingers to his chin.

"What was I sad about?"

"You didn't tell me; I didn't want you to anyway,"

"Why?" She questioned.

"If you told me something, it would be…invalid. Like it wouldn't count, get it?"

"I get it…" She stayed silent a long moment after. Thinking over all of the reasons she would be sad over. She furrowed her brow, listening to his heartbeat as they cuddled. 

"I guess…I can see why I would be sad…" She mumbled to him, making him turn his head to her.
"Why?"

“You…not really you but…” Arabella sighed, sliding herself up close to his face. She rubbed her thumbs against his cheeks, feeling the contours of his skin and bone. She pressed her lips into his and closed her eyes.

"I didn't think id feel like this with anyone again," She did it again, biting gently against his bottom lip.
"I'm sad…because I'm afraid to lose this feeling again, and I.." She paused, a shaky whine leaving her lips.

"Hobie…" She opened her eyes finally, seeing that he was watching her with an expression that could've killed her. If she knew in the past that's how he would look at her like this, then maybe she would've trusted her gut the first time she met him.

Hobie was the one that pulled her mouth into his, the kiss being a little more desperate than it should be that early. His hands wandered around her sides, hearing her whimper and whine against his mouth. She wanted so desperately to feel him, finding herself enveloped in him.

He turned her over, pressing her back into the bed as one hand pulled the shirt she wore up over her chest. He thumbed over her nipple, forcing out a moan from her. She could feel her lips wet with his spit, his leg slowly moving between hers as he stopped thumbing her breast and shifted his hand down, pushing up her skirt and looping through the top of her panties.

Arabella became intoxicated by kissing him. Everything made by logic flew out the window with him. She couldn't say the words to herself yet, not knowing what she was feeling. But she knew the settling feeling in her chest was the same. 

Moans released from her mouth when he played with her chest. A whole body shiver ripped through her; she could feel his cock brush against her thigh, her eyes fluttering at the feeling. Hobie began to kiss her neck, not realizing that he stopped playing with her chest and was lifting her skirt. She felt herself letting it happen; at the moment, she didn't care. His tongue against her neck is too distracting for her to note that he had begun pulling her panties down slowly.

It made her cock twitch, and when it did, she inhaled quickly. Her shoulders began to tense, and she choked against her words. The world started to feel like it was moving slowly, tears welling in her eyes, forcing her to press against his chest. She didn't realize how much strength she was using and practically knocked the wind out of him as he was pushed away.

"Ari!" Hobie called out her name, seeing as she scrambled up and away from him. Arabella couldn't hear him as she rushed to the bathroom.
"Ari?" Hobie called out again, pressing his ear to his bathroom door and hearing her hyperventilating. 

Arabella pressed her hands to her chest, everything falling into a fog as Hobies voice faded from her ears. Her head poured, forcing her to hunch over the sunk and close her eyes.

"Stop… I'm fine, I'm fine," She kept whispering to herself, trying to get herself to breathe. Her breath stuttered in her throat, causing her to gasp for more air. She hadn't realized she was on the floor until she felt hands grip her shoulders, forcing her to look up. Hobie sat before her, his hands on her shoulders and then to the sides of her face. 

She watched his mouth, trying to figure out what he was saying, as all she could hear was static. Somehow, she found it the only thing she could focus on until she could listen to him.

"Ari, just look at me. Come on, Love. I'm right here; breath for me," she could suddenly hear him again, her hands shaking as they latched onto his. 

"Yeah? Are you hearin' me? Breathe, match me. Come on; I know you can," 

She did as he said, breathing in the same patterns as he was until she set her head on his shoulder. 
"Yep, breathins' good. Just keep doing that f' me" He lifted her head off him, wiping her face from tears. She furrowed her brows, bringing herself back for a moment. She rubbed her thumbs over his knuckles and pulled her hands off her face.

"I didn't…realize I was crying," She muttered, feeling how cold her face was.
"A whole panic attack, love." 

She chuckled; a slow chuckle forced her to wipe her face with her hands. 
"This…is embarrassing.."

"Oh, come out of it; I can name worse things to happen," He joked, shaking her gently. He started to stand up, picking her up with him and pulling her out of the bathroom. She stopped at the doorway, slowly moving her arms over her chest to think.

"I'm hoping you're thinking of talking about it, yeah? You nearly knocked my chest in; if you don't want to, I get it," Hobie said, tilting his head to see if she was registering his words. 

She tugged on his hand, pulling it to her lips. 
"I was hoping I didn't meet someone like you for a long time, planning on it.." Arabella sighed, intertwining their fingers. 

"Every spidey has their MJ or Gwen…but with Gwen, it's always a tragedy," He didn't know where she was going with this and kept his eyes on her.

"We all have the same story, cannon events that have been written and cannot change, and when it came my time? My Glenn…the only one who knew me. The only one who I grew up with and loved me for everything I was…until he fell."

Hobie was catching onto the story. He squeezed her hand, staying silent and leaning closer to her.
"I wanted to get everything done so fast when I could. I didn't have time to think about anything else, and then I got bit, and everything was so much harder. And then it just got worse after he died, and I buried everything. Each day since meeting you has brought out more of me than I thought it would, And now today, I have been reminded of how much I still feel like a scared little boy in a body that is not his," 

She let out a hiss of air, "That's why you. Mean so much to me. I was myself around him the way I am with you, and the only difference was that he knew everything…." Arabella attempted to hold her breath, trying not to let herself cry again as Hobie twisted his snakebite in his mouth. 

She opened her mouth to speak but was silenced with a kiss. She whimpered into the kiss, dropping his hands as they came over her face and her arms around his neck. He kissed her tenderly until he could feel the bruises forming on his bottom lip, not caring much for the air she wasn't breathing. He pressed his whole body into hers, languidly kissing her until he felt satisfied and pulled away from her.

She sat frozen, staring at him, eyes furrowed, not out of anger but bewilderment at his actions.
He put his forehead against hers, lifting his hand to spin a curl around his finger.
"You are the most gorgeous girl I've ever met; you know that?" 

"I.. you're just…."
"What? Think id blow up on you? Tell you that you've been lying to me? Ari, come out of it…." Hobie cleared his throat, twisting his nose to her.

"I kinda have a word for this feeling, but I won't say it; you'll have to fight it out of me, but I do." He watched as her lip trembled and her arms went under his in a hug. 

"Jeeba…Hobie, I'm so lucky to have you," she whispered to him, shoving her face into the crook of his neck.
"Yeah? You know…I could say I have a trans-dimensional girlfriend?" 

Arabella pulled away from him; her expression turned sour, making him hold his hands up.
"Okay, okay, too soon? Too soon?"

"Hobie, I wish I could hate that, but you're technically right. That was an awful joke. Oh my god," Arabella couldn't help but start laughing.