A/N : Hey guys, like promised, here's the special chapter. I know that not everyone enjoys what many call 'smut', so this chapter is divided in two parts, reading the last one which gains the M rating is not a requirement to understand anything, is just a complimentary piece.

I hope I did good, and I'm now working on the storylines' conclusion, the chapter called "Protectors of Earth", a mark that will end the second act and will definitely change how the world sees who we call heroes.

Final revision and editing made by the best, FireflySurvivor.

Enjoy!

In their bedroom, Gwen was sitting in the couch with her laptop in front of her on the table, writing a mail to Howard's wife, Miranda. In the background some soft classical music was playing and she had lit some candles. Gwen had volunteered and finished report on their logistical replenishment as well as a financial report on the costs. Both reports had been forwarded to Naval Command and Peter's mail account. It would be interesting to see if her lover would read the reports, he had read the operations report and was satisfied with it. Gwen typed away on the computer.

Miranda had of course a whole set of questions about Gwen and Peter and their family that she wanted answered. Gwen answered them willingly, happy to spend some time with the family.

In the background she heard the door open and the sound of steps on the floor. She turned slightly and saw Peter come into view as he walked down the steps.

"Hey, mommy…" Peter said and slid down the armchair and began taking of his shoes.

"Hey."

Peter looked around the room as he tossed one of the shoes into the corner. "Nice atmosphere." He turned to Gwen and smiled, "Very romantic."

Gwen smiled faintly, "I guess, but I just wanted something calming."

"Tired?" Peter asked and the other shoe slid off and he tossed it at the direction of the first one.

"A little, but I wanted to turn my head off from all work and spend some time with the kids. They're sleeping now."

Peter rose from the armchair and sat down next to Gwen and slid an arm around her waist. Gwen closed the laptop.

"Oh, secrets…?" Peter asked with a grin.

Gwen gave him a coy smile and moved closer, "Maybe. I was responding on a mail to Miranda." She leaned back into the couch, enjoying the closeness.

"Okay."

"So, what happened earlier? You seemed agitated."

Peter scratched his stubble and sighed, "Well, I talked with Adams. He pretty much confirmed everything Gustav mentioned."

"But it isn't anything fatal, right?" She asked, concerned.

"No, no, it will pass." He affirmed. "It's just this damn war."

"I'm glad." She smiled, before teasing, "I was hoping you'd come by, Flash told me you're talking with this woman for quite some time.

Peter sighed annoyed, "Come on, she's one of the cookers, and is there a reason why you are jealous and suspicious when there's nothing to warrant that?" Peter reached out with his arm and took one of her hands in his and pulled lightly to motion her to sit down again.

Gwen rolled her eyes and sat down next to him again. Gwen snorted "I'm not jealous." She crossed her arms again as well as her legs.

"Yes you are." Peter said knowingly and smirked. "You are jealous, possessive and probably over-protective as well."

Gwen declared annoyed, "I don't like when other women are fawning over you. Peter Parker or Spider-Man…doesn't matter."

"You have mentioned that once or twice." Peter grinned. "All this is kind of flattering actually."

Gwen let out half a chuckle. "I'm not sharing you." Gwen reached out and touched his lap affectionately.

Peter slid his arm around her waist again and brought her closer and smirked as he kissed her on the cheek, "Duly noted Mrs Parker." He nodded. "And for the record, don't think you're the only one who is annoyed by it, because the same happens to me."

"Poor you…" Gwen smiled a bit before she turned to him and asked, "So what happened next?"

"Well, you don't need to worry about her 'fawning' over me anymore." He avoided the question, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

Gwen scoffed, "Well, you have never been a good liar."

Peter just shrugged at her jab. "Wait and see, Gwendy."

"I think I may need to talk to her since you aren't collaborating."

Peter couldn't help but smirk, "You are over-protective."

Gwen turned to him and scoffed, "I care for you, Peter. Of course I'm going to protect those I care for."

"Right, obviously." Peter said cautiously. "And I'm happy with you, Gwendy." Peter assured her. "Years ago, I found someone who stands by me and who's loyal to me. Someone I can trust. You'll see."

Gwen nodded with a smile until she continued evenly, "You're into something."

"Stop investigating, Sherlock." He chuckled.

Gwen smirked, "Of course I will. I'm mostly the brains here." She teased. She knew her husband was a genius, but their rivalry was finally kicking in.

Peter chuckled and played along, "And the looks as well, while I'm the muscle."

Gwen laughed and kissed his cheek before she leaned forward over the table and blew out the candles. She said, "I'm starving, let's go and finally get some dinner for ourselves."

Peter grinned, "We could do that…or stay here." He grabbed her by the waist again and pulled Gwen back and moved away her golden hair and kissed her neck. She didn't put up much resistance and let him carry on with his mesmerizing activity for a few moments, enjoying the treatment.

Gwen turned around in his embrace and said, "No Peter, you have to be rested for tomorrow. It's the big day." She knew the war's conclusion was only hours away.

Peter was a little surprised but pushed a little, "You're most important to me."

"Likewise, but... I'm hungry." Gwen declared.

Peter accepted that and said, "Okay." Then he grinned again, "But I thought you would collect on a much longer…'session' then the previous one."

Gwen chuckled, "Oh, I will honey, just not now. Patience is a virtue."

"That's difficult with you around."

Gwen shook her head and smirked, "Be that as it may you'll have to make due. Help me with the candles." Gwen stood up from the couch.

"Yes ma'am." Peter said and saluted. "Since you're into dinner, I got something for you."

"Oh?"

He stood up and took her hand. "It's outside. I wanted this night to be special."

"Wow, I... I need to dress properly. You could've warned me."

Peter shook his head and caressed her hand with his thumb. "You're perfect this way."

Gwen smiled happily; he always knew how to treat her well.

"Wait here, the waiter is probably waiting for me." He released her and headed towards the door.

Gwen sat on the couch and patiently waited for her lover to return. It didn't take long. The waiter entered their large bedroom, carrying the cart that contained their food, glasses, wine, candles and napkins. He went to prepare their small dinner table, making it fancy and cosy with the soft humming light coming from the candles.

A classic French onion soup is not complete without its crown of bread and grated cheese. The used method had the onions slow-cook in the oven, which, while time intensive, requires little effort. The onions cook throughout the afternoon, and an hour before dinner the soup is ready to finish.

After they settled in, Gwen finally spoke, "Peter, this is… this is incredible. I don't know what to say." Gwen said on her seat, after the waiter left, her voice thick with emotion.

"You needn't say anything, my love." Peter said in faux-suave voice, raising his glass to take a sip of the wine. Gwen laughed as she took a sip of her wine as well.

"That has got to be the cheesiest thing you've ever said to me." It was now Peter's turn to laugh. "But really, Peter, thank you. This really means a lot to me."

Dinner was fantastic. Neither really felt like talking because they found the food enjoyable and the silence comfortable. It was only after they had finished eating did their conversation start up again.

"It's really beautiful, isn't it?" Gwen asked as she took in the view of their food.

"Yes, it is." Peter replied, looking pointedly at the stunning woman before him. Turning to find him looking at her, Gwen's cheeks turned a fetching shade of red when she realized that Peter was referring to her and not the lovingly food.

"Thank you." She whispered, looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes. "I do have a question for you, if you don't mind."

"Go ahead."

"How did you manage to pull this off on such short notice?" Peter feigned confusion.

"What do you mean? What makes you think that I haven't been planning this for a while?"

She chuckled. "I guess this is why you're busy today."

He nodded, and moved his left hand over hers. "I asked this plate because it reminds me of our honeymoon in France."

Gwen intertwined her fingers with his. "It's a taste was familiar to me, good choice, honey."

Peter smirked and flirted, "I always aim to please my girl."

"That you do. You're amazing."

His eyes went from their hands to her eyes, the physical tension spreading on the air around them.

Her breath caught in her throat when he slowly leaned across the table. She recognized the movement at once. It felt as if time had all but stopped as he inched closer to her. She could feel her heart drumming against her ribs in anticipation of what would come.

She hesitated at first, all the recent feelings and fears coming at once, but eventually, she cut the distance between them as their lips met in a searing kiss. This was so much better, she felt as if an electrical current went up her spine. She simply enjoyed the moment she found herself in.

Unexpectedly, Gwen broke the kiss and gazed his brown eyes for a brief moment, before looking away.

Peter asked worried, "Hey, Gwendy, what's wrong?"

Gwen breathed heavily. "I just..." She sighed, before standing up and taking a few steps and crossing her arms under her breasts, letting Peter face her back. "When we're together, just us, I forget everything, but then the realization comes back, and I remember that this may very well be... our last time together, and I can't bear this thought, pretending that everything will go well and we will live happily ever after..." She confessed.

Peter stood up as well, approaching her, but not making any contact. "This is what has been bothering you?"

"Yes, I'm afraid, afraid of losing someone I love so much, you'll be out tomorrow, fighting thousands of drones, fighting for us, I wish this was just another simply criminal case that I know you wouldn't get hurt, but you probably will, and there's nothing I can do about it besides watching it." She continued, "This is...a horrible feeling."

"Don't you want to live happily ever after?"

"I do... but, if it only was that easy, I love you, I adore you, and I worry so much about you, what if you don't come back? How will the kids handle it? How am I going to handle it? Is this our last moment together? Believe me, Peter, there's nothing I want besides growing up old together and watching our kids become responsible adults, I seek that, but I fear in losing such future." She wiped a single tear from that went down her cheek. "I've already lost an important man on my life; I don't want to lose another one."

Peter slowly and gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and leaned his cheek besides her. He comforted her with his warm and body. He understood why his wife was so conflicted. She was finally allowing everything that she buried inside of her go out, her frustrations, fears and concerns. She couldn't ignore all the possible outcomes; pretend that everything is going to be alright.

"I understand." He whispered softly. "I wish I could come up with something, but you're right, it won't be easy and fair, I know, honey."

Gwen placed her hands over his that were resting on her belly. She spoke gently, "You don't need to say anything, Peter."

He hesitated for a moment, but the right words finally came, "No... I do." He gently turned her around so that he could face her, and hold her hands. "When I first met you back at high school, I saw a beautiful woman who never gave up, never was afraid of a challenge, determined and loving. This life isn't easy for you. You could have left me so many times, but you didn't, you were always there for me, supporting me, and enduring the risks that come by sharing a life with me and Spider-Man. You never complained about anything, the reason for that is very simple; you're strong, and that's why I need you to continue to believe me and not let fear dictate what could happen next." He gently used his thumb to raise her chin. "I still think I don't deserve you, but every day I try to give you the best life possible, and I still plan to do that and for that I must win... I love you."

Gwen slowly took his hand and moved it close to her buttocks as she placed her both hands on his shoulders and then caressed his perfect brown hair. "During my life, I've lost you twice, not anymore." She leaned up and made contact with his warm lips, kissing them passionately as her desire reached high levels, wanting nothing but her husband at the current moment.

Peter cupped her cheek and return the kiss with the same passion, slipping a single hand underneath her shirt and caressing the flawless and smooth skin of her back, losing himself into her scent, not holding back as he proceeded to enjoy every last second possible with his beautiful wife before the final battle.

Alone in their quarters their kissing was much more lustful than before. Gwen pulled back for a breath of air and gave him a seductive smile. She pressed her body against his and they started anew as they slowly moved for the bed. They parted their kiss with a gasp as Gwen pushed him down the bed and straddled him before she continued kissing with a content moan as it deepened. She tried to remove her sleeves but he wasn't letting her go. Allowing him to revel in his small victory for now, instead of freeing her arms from her sleeves, she brought her hands lower and started tugging at Peter's shirt, pulling it up and bunching it under his arms insistently.

She began to kiss his jaw line and neck as Peter caressed her almost bare chest. As their passion built up Gwen gave into their sensual pleasure and wanted more.

Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and started pulling at his shirt to take it off. Gwen took the opportunity to finally doff her blouse, seizing Peter's arms before he fully could take off his top, keeping it bunched up around his face and effectively blindfolding him.

He grinned and tried to shake her off, but she held him firmly and kissed him roughly before letting go and pushing him to a standing position.

Peter finally worked his way out of his shirt and groaned when Gwen got off the bed and started working the buckle of his pants until it slid down his legs,

Clad only in his boxers now, she stood up and pushed Peter into a sitting position on the bed. Smiling saucily at him, she peeled off her own pair of pants in an agonizingly slow pace in front his face.

Seeing the darkening desire in his eyes sent a thrill down her spine as she finally cast aside her clothes, leaving her in her lingerie. She straddled him again and sighed when he reached around and undid the clasp to her lacy bra.

With her breasts free from their confines, Peter brought his hands and massaged them with soft caresses. Through it all, her pants and moans became longer and more frequent, culminating into involuntary spasms of her hips.

Soon, Peter tilted his head down and began nibbling and swirling his warm tongue around her nipple. Gwen's head lolled back. For some reason, tonight, she felt extra sensitive. She almost felt like coming undone from just his actions on her breasts alone. Before long, he switched sides, bringing his mouth to her other unfettered breast, while one his hands ensured that the one he just vacated continued to receive attention.

Gripping his shoulders tightly, she felt his free hand wander downward toward her bottom. Slipping underneath her panties, he causally brushed past her trim mound and against her sex.

Gwen let out a gasp, but nothing else. Her eyes were shut closed now and her mouth was opening and closing wordlessly. Her body trembled with desire and her hips continued an incessant rocking against Peter's fingers as he manipulated her body. A swirl of his tongue at her nipple caused her to twitch. A finger teasing her entrance made her toes curl. A calloused hand gently massaging brought out a sigh.

Suddenly, he pulled away and everything stopped.

She growled in frustration and opened her eyes to glare at him. The dork had a smug smile on his face, one she wanted wipe off just so he could get back to what he was doing. He grinned and tried to shake her off, but she held him firmly and kissed him roughly before letting go and pushing him to a standing position..

Peter brought both of his hands to cup her bottom once again. Surprisingly, he lifted her up from his sitting position from the bed. She instinctively brought her legs around his waist and locked them together for support.

He kissed her briefly before turning around so that he was facing the bed this time. Slowly, he deposited her atop the soft covers and loomed over her. He started at her lips, lightly sucking at her lower lip before planting kisses along her jawline and throat, in-between the valley of her breasts, and down her abdomen. As he drew lower, his hands ran down then up along her toned legs until they gripped her panties. With a deliberateness that was positively torturous, he continued to rain kisses before he gently bit the side of her panties and ripped it apart. A long trail of her apparent readiness coated the garment.

"Damn it, Peter, do you have any idea how much they cost?" Gwen whispered amidst her moans.

She braced herself in ardent anticipation when he would make contact with her nether regions and moaned in frustration when he dodged neatly to the side, choosing to pay attention to her inner thighs. While wonderful, she wanted more, an immediate satisfaction to the burning in her loins. Pulling her legs up, she slipped out of her undergarments and parted her thighs enticingly. Her arousal generated a healthy dose of moisture.

Peter tossed aside her panties and took her invitation. Gripping her hips, he brought his head down and began using his mouth and tongue to great effect on her womanhood.

Gwen let her head drop down to the bed and placed her hands on her lover's head, stroking his hair gently and encouraging him to continue. "Peter..."

She bucked uncontrollably, forcing him to use his arms to press down on her hips to still her movements. He lightly blew against her dampness, causing a chill that vanished when he ran his tongue over the affected areas.

Gwen tried to pull his head into her erogenous spots, but he fought against her and kept pleasuring/torturing her at his own pace. She brought her hands to her breasts and started squeezing herself in a vain effort get to that one last push. Unfortunately, despite the increased sensitivity, she could not get herself off. She could feel herself on the precipice now, but Peter masterfully kept her there, pulling back and dipping in.

She tried to wrap her legs around his head to force him to finish it, but his powerful arms kept her in check as he continued to torment her, unheeding of her cries.

"Oh…damn it!" she screamed. Cursing was out of character for her. Words could be a powerful weapon, and she always felt that vulgarities were demeaning to her intelligence and style. However, her lust addled mind couldn't think of anything more suitable.

As if sensing she had enough, he wrapped his warm mouth on her most sensitive spot. He swirled his tongue a few times, dragging her closer and closer to the precipice.

Finally, waves of pleasure crashed into her. Gwen jerked as she let the sensations wash over her mind. Her eyes fluttered, and her hands mashed her breasts.

When it passed, she sighed and relaxed a little bit, though her desire didn't diminish.

Thankfully, Peter had proven himself up to the task many times before. Either it was the gifts or his indomitable will. Whatever the reason, she didn't care at this moment.

She still wanted more.

Peter stood up and took off his boxers. It was painfully evident that he was ready for more as well.

Climbing back onto the bed, he cupped the sides of her head and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips and moaned. He explored her mouth with his tongue for a little while longer before pulling away.

Burning with anticipation and wonton lust, she pushed against his bare chest and prepared to mount him.

Instead, she gasped in surprise when he grabbed her wrists and held it tightly above her head. Pushing back, he forced her down on the bed and loomed over her. Gwen struggled futilely against his very superior strength, leverage, and position.

In the past times they've made love, she had taken the top position during most of the time. Peter had been more than content to let her have her way.

This time, he held on to his dominating advantage and positioned himself between her legs.

Her movements ceased when it felt like an electric jolt emanated from her sex. Peter idly brushed the tip of his rod along the outside. Something more raw and primal took over now. Unable to hold back, she spread her legs a little more, offering herself completely as he poised his manhood at the entrance to her sex and gently laid himself over her, kissing the smooth skin of her neck. At this point, it was less about pride and more about the pleasure.

He started thrusting, not violently, but slowly enough that she was jarred by the rhythmic motions.

Again, she tried to free herself from his grip, but he was unrelenting. She resisted in other ways though, shifted and moving her hips so that she could rub him just in one particular way before changing positions yet again.

Her actions were obviously affecting him if his clenched teeth, groans and grunts were any indication.

In response, he released her arms only to grip her waist and countered with deep and slow thrusts. Her gambit was now a double-edged blade. Every time she moved, he kept touching on a hidden spot, or discovers a new region within her that would cause her to cry out in ecstasy and momentarily lose control of herself. His considerable girth along with his embrace now restricted her movements.

Despite the freedom of her limbs, all she could do now was clutch the pillow above her and ride out the sensations Peter constantly wrung out of her body.

In time they starting moving together, him thrusting harder into her and her moving however she was able with her legs tightly locked around his butt. Dominance and control slipped back and forth between them; there were times where his straight-up pounding almost brought her to climax, while her warmth, wetness, and tight quaking channel nearly sent him over the edge.

Soon, Gwen began to shake, already feeling herself peak before him. Her skin was flushed and her throaty moans and quiet pleas filled the room.

Peter leaned closer, placing his face next to hers until they were cheek to cheek. The feeling left hot, almost burning sensations where he touched. "You... are beautiful." he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

She'd heard the words countless times during their relationship, but the way he said it this time, made her spine shiver.

Her back arched as she gave into passion. She screamed out in joyous climax, a heavenly perception that was further prolonged when Peter thrust twice more before he shot his essence into her.

Gwen had no idea how long she surrendered and let herself go. The kaleidoscope of feelings had left her feeling light-headed, though she recovered quickly.

Peter panted lightly and was lying at her side.

She knew from experience that he could go again. She pushed his shoulder experimentally.

He arched an eyebrow, and this time, rolled onto his back.

She sat up and kissed him, before moving past his face to suckle on his ear. Peter groaned from the action. Like clockwork, it sprang to life at her gentle coaxing. She straddled him and, like his earlier display, abandoned the foreplay. She held his member gently and pulled herself down it quickly, letting out a moan as she was pierced yet again.

Heart pounding furiously, they continued to rock back and forth. Peter timed his up thrusts masterfully, even as his hands reached up and stroked her breasts.

Once again, their pace became frantic. After several more minutes of rapid lovemaking, Peter gasped and shot another load into her.

She collapsed on top of him and let out a ragged breath. One of his arms came up and wrapped around her. The other brushed away sweat-matted hair to allow an unobstructed view of her face.

Coming down from her own paradise, she lightly panted and basked in post coital bliss. The both of them were hardly spent, but as her thoughts reorganized and reasserted themselves, she knew they needed they needed to regain their energy and soon.

The mission was about to take priority once again.

She adjusted her position so she could fully face her lover and propped her head in her hand. "So… what happens now, Peter?" She asked contentedly. An involuntary smile crept across her lips when the arm she was resting on traced lazy patterns on her back.

He paused for a moment at her sudden question before using his free hand once more to brush aside her blonde locks before cupping her cheek. Looking straight into her eyes, she felt a shiver at the intensity within.

"I'd have thought that was fairly obvious by now. You and me: We stand together," He answered.

"I can live with that," she whispered.

Peter kissed her lips, "You're the woman of my life, my best friend, partner and wife. I love you so much."

Gwen reciprocated the kiss and said, "I love you more, baby."

He smiled before drawing her in for one last kiss. Something she eagerly returned.

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