Peter couldn't believe the series of events that had transpired over the past several hours. From him and Lady Vermin kissing on that rooftop, to things quickly getting more physical, to her showing up in his bedroom to pick up where they left off, to him eagerly reciprocating…none of it made sense. Not that he cared to try and make sense of things right now. His mind was still focusing on those five words Lady Vermin said to him before their lips touched.

Don't worry. I'll catch you.

Peter was always catching others, both literally and figuratively, sometimes to his own detriment. For someone to promise to catch him, someone that was on the opposite side…again, it didn't make sense. But, when he heard those words leave Lady Vermin's lips, he believed her. And Heaven help him, he felt grateful to hold her so close to him. To breathe in her scent, taste her flesh. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such passion and want from someone as Lady Vermin's hands unlocked from Peter's and took hold of his biceps while he wrapped his left arm around her waist and his right hand cupped her cheek. Peter broke away from the kiss and chuckled to himself when he heard something that sounded like a whine from Lady Vermin. She was in no mood to be deprived of her beloved. She tried to move forward, but Peter held her back; the lightning from the storm outside illuminating Peter's face to give her a good look at the sly smirk on his face, which made Lady Vermin gulp.

"You're trembling," Peter said slowly running his hand down Lady Vermin's cheek and down to her collarbone. "Don't tell me the big shot Knight of Wundergore is nervous," he teased.

Lady Vermin opened her mouth for a retort, but no sound came out. She hadn't expected this. For Spider-Man to take back control so effortlessly when he was puddy in her hands just moments ago. She wanted him to cry out her name and beg to be taken over the edge. Yet, all she could do was lick her lips, unsure of how to proceed. It was a feeling most foreign to Lady Vermin and she wasn't entirely opposed to it. Perhaps she didn't want to proceed. Perhaps she wanted him to make the next move.

His lips suddenly brushed against hers', drawing her back into the moment. "Don't worry," he said and gave her another peck on the lips. "We've got all night," he continued and gave her a longer kiss. Her breath was taken away and her mouth instinctively opened more fully. "For you to get your confidence back," he finished and his tongue entered her inviting mouth.

Lady Vermin's hands left Peter's arms and clung to the sides of his face as she felt his tongue massage her own as another bolt of lightning struck outside. As cheesy as it sounded, Peter appreciated the lightning strikes. He likened them to a camera flash. Freezing each moment of them together like a photo for him to remember.

Lady Vermin broke this kiss briefly to grab Peter's pants and drag them down. He stepped out of them, kicked them to the side, and pulled Lady Vermin back up. She gasped when she felt Peter shove her up against a wall and gave out a throaty moan when he grabbed her pussy and began to rub it with the same unyielding pace from when they were on the roof. Her subtle trembling became a full on spasm as she wrapped one of her legs around Peter's to stay standing.

"Yes…yes," she panted. "Take me. Take. Me." She tried to kiss him again, but he used his free hand to push her face against the wall and slowly licked up her neck.

"You're so wet, my lady," he whispered as he continued to rub her pussy. Her hand clawed down trying to grab her underwear so she could rip the soaking fabric away and feel Peter's skin against her own, but he hoisted her up against the wall before she had a chance and her legs wrapped around his waist. He moved from her neck and bit one of her breasts and she threw her head back in deep pleasure. Peter placed small bites around the area surrounding her nipple, enjoying how Lady Vermin squirmed and whimpered. He finally went in and bit one of her nipples.

"OH GOD!" Lady Vermin cried out then unlocked her legs from around Peter and pushed her feet against the wall.

Perhaps she pushed a little too hard as she propelled them several feet across the room, bringing them crashing down to the floor. Surprisingly not breathless, but instead laughing from the turn of events. She couldn't remember the last time she had a friendly laugh such as this. It made her feel warm and tingly inside. Said laughter slowly died out as Lady Vermin pulled herself up and realized she was now the one on top of Spider-Man. A viciously gleeful look graced her face.

"You played the game of seduction quite well," she began and then pinned Peter's arms by his sides. Not that he felt any movement in his body right now. "But now it's my turn." She leaned down, but deviated from Peter's lips and moved towards his neck, giving it light kisses up towards his cheek. "You aren't going to forget this night," she whispered and kissed his cheek.

"I'm already memorizing every part," Peter replied, his heart hammering in his chest. Lady Vermin lifted herself up and grabbed the sensitive area of Peter's chest.

"Shit!" Peter swore.

"Whenever you close your eyes," she continued, dragging his fingers down his chest; ready to draw every inch of pleasure out of her beloved that she could. "You'll see only me." She maneuvered herself towards Peter's boxers and ripped them off, taking in the view of Peter's slick and wet dick. She took it in her hand and rubbed the top of it making Peter sink his fingers into the carpet. Lady Vermin unexpectedly stood to her feet, but Peter remained rooted to the spot beneath her. She ripped off her own underwear and then her lingerie came off next. Peter felt his juices sliding down his dick and tried to take a few breaths to steady his quaking body when next thing he knew, he felt Lady Vermin pressing herself against him again, covering him from head to toe. She then dropped herself fully on top of Peter, flattening herself against him and putting her full weight against his dick. The feeling was enough to knock the wind out of him.

"When I'm done with you, you won't be able to breathe without wanting my name to be the first word to exit your lips," she whispered painfully rubbing herself again him.

Her skin…like satin. So much...too much heat. Need…release, Peter thought, but his hands refused to move. She cupped the sides of his face and moved down towards his lips to mix their needy breaths together. Peter felt some movement return to his body and moved up to close the distance between their lips, but Lady Vermin pulled back. She traced his lips with one of her fingers and he shakily gulped. Her lips brushed against his and his head fell back against the floor.

"How does it feel to be helpless?" She kissed him. "Willing." A longer one followed. "Coming apart." A third. "At the seams." A fourth, but it was just another brush.

It was Peter's turn to be speechless now and it took all his concentration to let go of the floor and maneuver his arms around Lady Vermin.

"Perhaps you're not as helpless as I thought," she gave him another quick kiss. "I like it. I have all night to break you and make you my own," she promised and how Peter ached to let her.

He closed his eyes in submission, waiting for another kiss. One that Lady Vermin was already prepared to give, but she held herself back. Something didn't feel quite right just yet and she knew what it was. She stopped grinding against Peter and moved her body to fit snuggly against him instead of tantalizingly. Peter felt the shift and opened his eyes. Lady Vermin looked back at him, not with the eyes of a predator descending on its prey, but with eyes that were warm…genuine. As if she was briefly calling off this game of seduction to be vulnerable with him.

Look into my eyes, Spider-Man. Understand you are not a toy for my amusement. You are something more, Lady Vermin thought.

I understand, Peter thought as if reading her mind.

Peter leaned up as she leaned down and their lips met passionately and tenderly. Another flash of lighting struck and Peter already had a name for the image formed in his mind.

The Lovers