Lady Vermin entered her quarters still smirking at not only getting away with lying right to Lord Tyger's face, but also from her moment with Spider-Man. Part of her still couldn't believe it had happened, but there was no mistaking her love's pleasurable scent all around her. She had often dreamed of how strong and firm Spider-Man must be, but the fantasy was nothing compared to the reality. However, the part she remembered most vividly wasn't how they drove one another wild with their delicious heat. It was what generated from their goodnight kiss. Sparks. Not sparks from sexual electricity, but from a place of tenderness.

She knew she needed to hurry if she wanted to distract Lord Tyger, but things felt incomplete between her and Spider-Man. She told him she'd find him, but she wanted to seal that promise and what better way to do so than with a kiss. And the way he melted into her when their lips met, she knew he accepted as well, as the sparks were set off. She felt them from her lips all the way down to her toes. They even made her foot pop, something she thought was merely the thing of stories. Of course she enjoyed the pleasure that came from seduction, but the connection that came from a genuine kiss meant and could lead to so much more. Lady Vermin sighed dreamily and began to change out of her stained pants. Wondering what her love was doing at this very moment.

After he leapt off the building where he and Lady Vermin shared their kiss…and other things, Spider-Man didn't stop swinging until he finally got home. Fortunately for him, both Naoko and Shane had gone out of town for the week earlier that day, allowing him to easily get inside. He enters his room and the nanites from his costume dissipated, returning him to his street clothes. Peter collapsed onto his bed to try and calm himself down. 'Try' being the key word. Everything around him felt turned up to eleven including his Spider Sense. Thanks to it, he could practically feel Lady Vermin still on him. Her touch, voice, smell…taste. She used all of his senses against him to urge him on to their final plunge. Once again, he was glad that the nanites cleaned up the mess in his pants she brought out of him.

The thing that haunted Peter the most though was their kiss goodnight. She wasn't trying to torture him with pleasure with it. It wasn't part of a game. When she looked into his eyes, he didn't see the expression of a predator stalking its prey. He saw a promise that she'd see him again being made. One she wished to seal with a kiss. A kiss he returned. A kiss that was tender…sweet almost. A kiss that generated sparks as they held one another. Sparks. That was a word he never thought he would associate with Lady Vermin, yet they were there.

You've really done it now, Parker, Peter thinks. Imagine having an attraction to a Humanoid Rat Lady! A Rat Lady with the body of a goddess and eyes to die for-stop it! You do not have an attraction to Lady Vermin! Right, you're so unattracted, you were ready to do it with her right then and there on the side of a skyscraper. What changed, Parker? You were so repulsed when you first met her. Well, that's easy. You were on your heroic high horse at the time. You always knew she was beautiful and had a personality you'd be happy to be around. But, she was with the bad guys, so you kept telling yourself you were repulsed, so you wouldn't jeopardize you role in the resistance. Well, the cat is out of the bag now. Your best bet is to lay low for a little while. Maybe she'll forget about your little rendezvous and go back to trying to kill you again. I can't decide if it's hilarious or not how that wouldn't be the worst experience I've had with a woman. Ugh!

Peter showers hoping to wash away the smell of sex to no avail and then climbs back into bed, where he spends the next several minutes tossing and turning before finally drifting off to sleep.

A clap of thunder startles Peter awake from his slumber.

How long have I been out? Peter thinks and glances at the clock to see it's 3 A.M. Lightning strikes outside and he gets out of bed to go close the blinds to his window.

"Hello Spider-Man."

That voice…it can't be, Peter thinks. He spins around and another bolt of lighting illuminated Lady Vermin standing at the opposite end of his bedroom.

How did she get in here and not trigger my Spider Sense? Peter wondered.

"I must say, this isn't where I imagined finding you," Lady Vermin commented.

"Let me guess. Your nose lead you right to me, didn't it?" Peter guessed. "I knew I should've taken a more thorough shower."

"Your sense of humor has always been something I've admired about you, Spider-Man," Lady Vermin laughed. Peter was about to say his actual name, but kept his mouth shut. She may have a face, but that will be all she got for now.

Another flash of lightning illuminated Lady Vermin and it's at that point, Peter saw the tantalizing choice in wardrobe she had on. His Spider Sense finally kicked in, but not to warn him of danger, but to dial his other senses back up again.

Sight: She was in lingerie that was comfortably snug against her body. The color of the fabric making the color of her skin pop as she advanced forward in time with the lightning strikes bringing herself face to face and chest to chest with Peter in seconds.

"You are even fairer in my eyes than I could've imagined," she said, giving his human body the once over. "How dare you hide this from me," she laughed.

"Wait, not here," he feebly tried to protest.

"Yes, here. I've thought about you all night. I knew I couldn't spend another moment away from you," she said.

Sound: Her voice was a mixture of sultry temptation, but also had traces of sincerity. This was more than a game. It had genuine meaning to her. Just like their goodnight kiss from earlier.

Touch: One of her hands brushed against his. It was a feather's touch. Like she was gauging his reaction. She wasn't there to take him. Not yet. She wanted him to want her. Feeling his heart flutter from Lady Vermin's respect for his agency, he gently took her hand and brought it up against his bare stomach, which she began to massage slowly and methodically. Now that there wasn't a pesky suit in the way, she was going to memorize every part of his body. Peter proceeded to guide her hand up his torso; Lady Vermin making sure to press her fingernails against his flesh just hard enough to affect his most sensitive areas. Peter at the same time dragging his other hand down her back and encircling her ass.

Sound Again: He heard how shaky not just his own breath was growing from the teasing, but Lady Vermin's as well.

Sight Again: Just like her voice, her face was a mixture of fierce desire, but also desperate and sincere longing.

If only Peter could hear Lady Vermin's thoughts as well. Understand that this anticipation had gone past being an aphrodisiac. This time, she truly was coming apart at the seams and she needed to assert back some control before she fell to pieces.

"I made you a promise," she said in hopes of steering them past this pleasurable appetizer towards the main course.

"WE made each other a promise," he corrected her and she could've come right there from how confident he sounded. She sensed she had part of the wheel again and tried to continue.

"Yes, a promise sealed between our-lips!" She gasped when Peter pulled her flush against him. There was barely any space between their lips now. Their desperate shallow breaths mixing together.

So close to the edge, Lady Vermin thought and knew just the right nudge to push them over. She took his head and coaxed it down to her neck.

Smell: Peter inhaled on instinct and trembled as the pleasurable scent entered his nostrils.

"H-how did you know cherries are my favorite fruit?" He asked clinging to her.

"I didn't," she giggled and pushed herself more snuggly against him.

He almost stumbled when it hit him just how hard he was and how that stiffness was trapped between them both. He kept standing, but only just; his confidence cracking away. He pulled himself away from her neck and took one of her hands to place delicate kisses against it in an attempt to anchor himself down. Lady Vermin took his chin and turned him back to face her. Their lips were the perfect distance apart for sparks to generate and her eyes were half closed in anticipation.

"I always keep my promises. Do you?" She whispered.

"Yes," he answered without hesitation and Lady Vermin gave him a dazzling smile in return.

"Now then, beloved. Where were we?"

There was only one sense left.

"We…we were about to take the final plunge." Her nervously uttered. A nervousness that Lady Vermin found adorable as she could feel him trembling.

The most important sense.

She took hold of his hands and interlocked them with her own. She would be his anchor.

"Don't worry," she said as they leaned forward. "I'll catch you."

Taste

Their lips met and lightning struck once more to seal this forbidden attraction with the ultimate display of sparks. It struck again when Peter spun Lady Vermin around. Again when he pushed her against the wall. And again as he hoisted her up and she locked her legs around his waist.

To Be Continued…