Entangled

Hobie misses his girlfriend. 

That’s all. 

After two weeks of not seeing her, he finally admitted to himself he absolutely and utterly missed her. Of course, he’ll tell no one that. 

Instead, he’ll sulk around when he has free time in his apartment—trying to respect her wishes of not visiting her dimension. 

He only knew by Miguel that she was okay, just a bunch of stuff going on down in her dimension that made it difficult for her to get to HQ. 

He would sit on his sofa, feet kicked up, with his guitar in his hands, humming to any tune that sounded right. He decided to use his time to write whatever came to his head. 

He thought about the first time they met; it wasn’t long before he worked with Miguel. He had been searching around the control room for little gadgets, wanting to know more about the technology since he was from a different period. He had only stopped stealing things when he heard the portal open up, hiding on the ceiling and watching whoever he acquired.

“Is this some cooperate scheme? If it is, you guys picked the wrong one. I have more things to do that deal with some spider commonwealth.” He heard an unknown voice, unable to move where he could see them.

“What? No. As I said, this is an elite-“

“Yeah, see, that's where you have me. The elite? Are you serious?”

“Okay. Alright. Now I'm regretting this; shock me.” Miguel groaned out, 

Hobie thought she sounded pretty cool, crawling more along the wall as their voices faded.

“Okay, it's just a spider society, and we keep the multiverse from falling apart. Do you want in or not?” Miguel sputtered before giving any more intelligent quips. They were silent momentarily before Hobie heard her make a solid noise.

“Maybe, let me look around, dry off a zip, see if I like it. Thanks for the fancy watch, by the way; it seems pretty cool,” She held up Miguel's watch, placing it on her wrist into the wide corridor. 

Hobie dropped down behind her after she got away from the control room. As he slipped beside her, he twisted himself around to walk backward in front of her.

“Hey, you borrowing that without permission?” He tilted his head to the side, watching her notice him. They both felt their spider-sense activate around each other momentarily, pausing.

“…I guess you could call it that,” She slowly stepped forward, making him walk backward.

Her face was covered in white makeup; despite how wet her coat and hair were, the makeup stayed on perfectly. So he couldn’t see all of her expression. There was a paint of a spider in the middle of her forehead that spread to her eyes, and a black contour hollowed out her cheeks. 

“How’d you do that? Steal it off the big guy? Got invisible webs or something?” He broke the silence between them, looking down at the gizmo.

“Hm, interesting observation, yes, and I never tell my secrets.” 

From then, he couldn’t imagine a day without her. And now he lay staring at his ceiling, plucking the Strings of his guitar. He was knocked out of his thoughts when his tongue piercing hit the roof of his mouth. He didn't wince at the pain but sighed as he stuck it out of his mouth, seeing the swelling had gone down since he got it. 

He put his guitar off to the side, his hand reaching down into his sweats to pull his cock out, one arm morning above his forehead.
He held his cock as Arabella would, imagining his hand as hers. He thought about her cock, something new to his list of things about her. He didn't care, not when it came to anything like that. 

Any time he thought about her before then was just the thought of her mouth, and now he kept thinking about the size of her cock. Whether it was bigger or smaller than his, how it would fit in his mouth and lay against his tongue. And what she tasted like. He let his tongue fall over his bottom lip, precum spilling onto the pads of his fingers.

“Mm princess, please…” he mumbled into the air. He was bucking his hips into his hand. He began begging into the air, imagining her teasing his cock with her tongue. 

He could feel the head of his cock become wet, cumming in short bursts. He lifted his head, watching his hand become painted white. He liked the idea of her dark thighs being painted with her cum, and how it would roll down between her legs. Hobie moaned, feeling his cock stiffen again, and this time, he reached down with his other hadn’t to lightly pull down on his balls as he thumbed the slit on his cock. 

He wanted to know what her cock felt like in him, hoping at some point shed be comfortable fucking him that way. The thoughts ran through him like a freight train, forcing him to cum harder. He came until he became dizzy, his thoughts disappearing, and the only thing he could focus on was the twitch go his cock and the tremble of his thighs. 

He didn't care much for the ache in his hand as he attempted to get up, cleaning himself off with an old shirt and throwing it into one of his dirty clothes piles. As he cleaned up what he could from the couch, like the prayers he never gave had been answered, a portal opened up outside of his window.

He fixed his sweat, seeing her coily fluff of green hair come through his window. He smiled as she hung from the ceiling and dropped down.
“Now I got a question, who might you be?” He questioned her, seeing her holograph her makeup off.

“Me? Have you forgotten me already? That makes me sad,” Arabella quipped, placing her hand on her hip as he watched her talon seep back into her elbow. She couldn’t help but walk over to him and lazily wrap her arms around his neck.

“Do I need to make you remember? Or is it coming back to you?” She asked, making Hobie wrap his arms around her hips and twist her towards the bed, both falling to the sides.

“Oof..” She mumbled happily,

“I think I might remember you, but you’d have to kiss me to make sure,” 

“That I think I can do,” She leaned into his lips, not yet kissing him, as she slid one of her hands down his shirt. 
“Man, two weeks was the worst,” She told him, kissing him slowly to remember his taste. 

Hobie wasn't as needy as he thought he’d be; he liked the slow feeling of their lips moving together and being in her embrace.

“What’d you do without me?” He asked, not paying attention to anything around him as his hands slipped up her shirt.
“Nothing beat up Kraven, blasted the sinister six and some other things….” She paused, holding his chin in place and pacing her kiss with his lip between her teeth as she pulled back and away from him.

“Fuck, I missed you, Lovebite….” She mumbled into his mouth, her fingers coming up against his neck.
“Oh? Love bite? What's that about now?”

Arabella shrugged, a gentle hum escaping her. “Thought it sounded cute. Do you like it?” 

“I love it,” He pulled her into another kiss; this time, he pressed his head into her chest and inhaled her scent. 

Hobie missed his girlfriend; he thought she was the most fantastic thing across any dimension.