"Harder!" Lady Vermin cried out and Peter obliged. Their bodies becoming more and more slick with sweat with each of his thrusts. "Don't stop, my love. Please don't stop," she begged, only for Peter to actually slow down. He flashed a teasing smirk at Lady Vermin as he got a moment to take in the look on her face as her body quivered from all the sensations she's feeling suddenly stopping.

"I-I told you n-not," she started, but Peter roughly thrusted back into her again before she even had a chance to finish. "Ooohhh, beloved," she said and her eyes squinted shut.

"Open them," Peter gently told while placing kisses against her cheek. "Open your eyes. Look at me." With some effort, she managed to force her eyes open and locked them with Peter as he slowed down again.

"I told you not to stop," Lady Vermin breathed out.

"I know. I just…I just needed to take a moment. I've felt so alone, so empty for so long. I want to make this last longer," Peter admitted and it was true. After things ended between him and Mary Jane, he practically dedicated his life to just heroics. You can't get hurt after all if you aren't looking for the next person that could leave you. Maybe that's why he felt so comfortable right now. She had found him.

Lady Vermin reached up to clasp the sides of Peter's face. "I have felt the same."

"You? The 'beauty amongst beauties'?" Peter chuckled.

"Just kiss me," she requested and roughly pulls Peter's lips back against her own and the bed begins rocking underneath them once more. "I've wanted, oh, oh, ohhh, NEEDED to find my equal for so long," she groaned as Peter hit her with another hard thrust, then slowed down, then sped back up again.

"So many people have come and gone in my life because they'd never be able to understand this side of me," Peter said. "But maybe, you were always meant to be the first." Their lips sloppily connected and the bed furiously rocked back and forth from their intimacy.

"Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!" Lady Vermin shamelessly cried out. Their bodies were so slick with sweat that they could barely hold onto one another and grasped at anything else to anchor themselves down. Lady Vermin tightly gripping the sheets while Peter grabbed the backboard of his bed. "I've had so many partners, but never, ugh, never, oh my yes!" Her voice was practically coming out in squeaks now.

"Never…what?" Peter could barely ask himself as his grip tightened on the back board.

"A lover."

That word snapped through Peter's mind and his hands broke the part of the backboard they were holding as he and Lady Vermin both come and he collapsed on top of her.

The accidental destruction of property got out a weak laugh from Lady Vermin, who took this brief pause to wrap her arms back around Peter, focusing her sense of smell on the intimacy in the air. Her tongue came out and licked her lips from how delicious the scent was. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to taste him.

"You're not finished, are you beloved?" She joked as her strength started to return.

"Me? No way," Peter said slowly pulling himself up. "I'm j-just getting s-started," he stammered. Lady Vermin coyly laughed as she looked at Peter's quivering arms.

"Not used to being with someone on your level I see," she observed then placed her hands on Peter's head and coaxed it down to rest on her chest. He doesn't object and she placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

As they rested for the moment, Lady Vermin thought back to what she just confessed to Peter. She had always been one to wear her heart on her sleeve, but there were things even she played close to the vest. So for him to somehow make her feel comfortable enough to make such a confession aloud about how being in his arms made her feel was quite the feat. A part of her felt scared because there was no taking back what she said and she can now only hope this won't scare him off.

Peter's thoughts were also racing from all the things he said to Lady Vermin. It wasn't normal pillow talk. It was deep and personal. Two words he never thought he would associate with Lady Vermin. Then again, here they are in bed together, so that's just one more surprise on top of many others this night. What was it about this woman he's only met on the field of battle before now. What was it about her that drew him to her? To not be afraid that this was a trap; for them to kiss like lovers. Peter pulled himself up to study Lady Vermin's face. It was calm and reserved right now. He placed a hand over her heart and felt it beating heavily, but steady. Just like his.

"What wrong?" Lady Vermin asked, placing a hand over Peter's. He felt a calming jolt electricity from her soft hand holding his and took a deep breath.

"Kiss me," he said.

Last Vermin breathed a sigh of relief. So she hadn't frightened him away; not yet at least. Perhaps she should distract him from thinking about it any further. Make the two of them being in bed together fun again. Her lips twisted back into her fun smirk already having an idea as to how, when Peter put a finger against her lips.

"Not like that," he said. "Really kiss me." It might sound weird for him to ask that when they had shared several real kisses beforehand, but they were always initiated by Lady Vermin. This time, while his mind is still focused on the vulnerability of what they just said to one another, he needed to initiate the emotional connection.

Lady Vermin read Peter's face and her own softened. This was more than just a kiss. It was a test of his own emotions. It scared her, but she respected his agency enough to put those fears aside. She gave him a small nod and Peter pulled them both up into a sitting position. Their arms wrapped around one another and they pressed themselves together chest to chest. Peter saw the nervousness on her face and reached a hand forward to lightly caress her cheek. A small act of comfort and appreciation towards her for respecting his agency. Lady Vermin leaned into his touch and her lips grazed his hand. This was their final plunge.

Like moths to a flame, the pair of them leaned forward and their lips gently pressed against one another. Peter flashed back to when they were on that building; when Lady Vermin kissed him goodbye. How her lips had coaxed him not to be afraid, but to reciprocate. He mimicked her actions and Lady Vermin felt her fears melt away. Her hands moved upward to hold Peter's face while one of his held her waist and the other gripped her shoulder. The kiss between them because deeper, more passionate, wanting; relishing how each others' lips tasted. Their bodies moving again in sync like there was an invisible force was guiding the pair. But, soon the need for air became too much to bare and their lips separated, but they managed to hold onto one another's bodies despite how slick they were.

"I felt them again. Sparks," Peter panted; his head pressed against Lady Vermin's.

"As did I," she said with a gulp. "Does it scare you? To know you truly feel this way?"

Peter answered her with another brief, but desperate kiss against her lips making them both collapse back onto the bed.

"You didn't answer my question," she tried to tease, but there is no mistaking the bliss in her voice.

"No," Peter answered.

"Oh, Spider-Man." They kissed once more and rolled over on the bed until Lady Vermin was the one on top this time. Their lips separated with a soft smack and Peter weakly let his head drop back onto the bed. Lady Vermin followed suit and let her head rest of on Peter's chest.

"You're not finished, are you my lady?" Peter mimicked.

"No, but just hold me right now, Spider-Man," she said and he did; both their hearts beating a mile a minute. There would be plenty of time for more sex this night. For now, the pair let their emotions swirl around them.