#spidergwen

She was out. Saving the city from another villain who ended up in the wrong universe.  

It was hard being in a relationship this… different from the norm. 

But you’d do anything for Gwen—even if it meant having to endure her sudden absences. Hell— she was saving the city after all. 

After dance practice, you rushed to get out of your leotard and pointe shoes. The subway wasn’t going to wait for you. So, you bolted after putting on your sneakers, hair now out of the messy bun and flowing from the wind. 

Your dance bag shook violently as you practically jumped down the stairs in the station, just about making it into the subway as the door closed. You exhaled a deep, shaky breath from the distance you’d had just ran. Fuck. That was horrible. 

It was rare for you to do this nowadays. Your girlfriend usually carried you through the city until you reached home. But she was busy. Too busy for you. 

You grasped the metal pole, heaving still. Your feet were aching from practice. Finally starting to calm down, the subway took a stop, and people invaded all corners of it. It was so warm.

It felt suffocating. Great.

Trying your best to not touch anyone, you pulled out your phone. Gwen still hadn’t called. 

You scrolled through social media until you got off the subway. The station was filled, rush hour taking a toll on the traffic. 

Groaning at the sight of a banner announcing your train being late, you stood in a random spot. People passed by you in a frenzy, eager to get to their destination. 

You crossed your arms, watching as the subways picked up numerous passengers. 

Until your phone rang. 

Raising a brow, you pulled it out of your pocket. Your brows raised at the caller ID.

It was Gwen. 

You answered it, smiling immediately. “Hey, babe.” 

“Hi.” She drawled. It sounded like she was swinging through the city. The sound of her webs shooting out made you smile. You missed clinging to her when she web-zipped. 

She cleared her throat, probably trying to sound less rough. “Where are you?” 

“The subway station to get home.” You mumbled.

After a few seconds of silence and Gwen’s occasional web shooting, you hear her let out a sigh of relief through the phone. 

“Found you.” She whispered. 

You frowned, looking around the station. She wasn’t here.

“I don’t see—”

You feel a hand on your shoulder. Gasps were heard around you. 

Whirling around, you’re met with your girlfriend— in all her Spider-Woman glory. 

Oh my god. 

“My lady.” She announced, in her fake deep voice. Her hand was outstretched, waiting for yours.  

Everyone had stopped to stare at the scene. Spider-Woman was a superhero—but also perceived as a villain for some. She can’t be here for long before the police comes. 

You chuckled slightly, and put your hand in hers. Her suit covered the actual feeling of her skin. Gwen’s spidey eyes cutely curved from the smile she had under the mask. 

Citizens pulled out their phone, filming the superhero, emotions of amazement and shock travelling across their faces. 

She suddenly pulled you into her arms, right into her neck. You sucked in a deep breath, feeling her muscle-toned arms wrap around your body. 

She was shielding your face from the cameras. 

“Sorry y’all, no pictures!” Spider-Woman yelled out— still in that fake deep voice.

Instantly, Gwen picked you up, and a long web shot out of her outstretched arm. In no time, she flung her whole body up, you in her arms. 

The first time you ever did this, you screamed in horror. But now, awe was the only thing plastered on your face. The city was beautiful. 

With your arms still around her neck, Gwen chuckled. “Did you miss me today?” 

You giggled, tightening your hold. “Is that even a question?” 

She continued to shoot her webs, zooming through the city until she reached your apartment. Landing on your balcony, she gently set you down. 

“Careful.” She whispered when you slightly wobbled. Sliding your window open, you both crawled into your room. 

The moment you both entered the room, she pulled her mask off. 

Blonde hair with pink ends were released from the tight mask. You instantly hugged her, nuzzling your face into her neck, breathing in her familiar perfume. 

She returned the embrace, her hands settling on your back. “I’m sorry about today. The villain, he came out of—”

You shushed her with a kiss. A deep one. She moaned against your lips. But you pulled away, pressing your forehead against hers. “It’s okay, Gwen.” 

The blonde-haired girl let out a frustrated groan. “I promise to make it up to you.” 

You quirked a brow. “Oh, really?”

She nodded, pulling you back into her arms. You hummed before smiling. 

“Anything?” 

Gwen’s frown faded away when you slowly led her to the bed. Once you sat down on the edge of it, looking up at her through your lashes, she grinned. 

Sucking in a deep breath. “Anything for you.” She whispered before diving down, slamming her lips into yours. 

Once your back had met the bed, and Gwen’s hands started grabbing at your breasts, you knew you were in for a long night. 

Gwen would do anything to please you.