Got bored and decided to keep the story rolling.

Nothing about this made any sense.

For years, Eric thought that he had seen and observed everything that there was to experience in his lifetime. Lacking experience didn't seem to play into the factor of what he would be caught off guard with. Nothing could have thrown him off his equilibrium as long as he remained focused on the mission.

All of that conviction went straight into the garbage can as he discovered something on the young woman who suddenly appeared into his dimension out of nowhere. A blonde girl with a shortened right side hairstyle had suddenly appeared before him during one of his patrols through a colorful orange portal that caused an impact that shook the earth all around him and the low income neighborhood as well. When he approached the crater, his heart sank when he saw the woman who was dressed like him with a variation of his costume that lacked the cloak.

He didn't know why he felt rushed to help her. To him, she should have been treated more as an unknown factor than an emergency. Yet Eric rushed her home and immediately began performing scans and procedures to make sure she was alright.

Four hours of medical treatments later, he finally found himself able to untense the muscles he didn't even know he had been clenching up until now. Flopping onto the wooden chair was a feeling that he considered to be one of absolute bliss after the stress he had to endure for some unknown self-imposed reason. It honestly left him more confused than anything for someone who always acted methodically to act with such blind persistence. Logic dictated that he do more scans on her to find the reason why she had elicited such a strong reaction from him. However, when his scans reached her face, something that was meant for his eyes alone had suddenly started unfolding a truth he never would have thought possible in his entire existence.

The Next Day

Gwen felt like hell.

Waking up with an immensely powerful ache in every part of her body wasn't something she wanted to get used to. Yet here she was, in this unknown place, after trying to make her jump to the next reality for her mission with the Spider Society. At least she was able to still move around with only the discomfort of what felt like an overexerted workout making her wince when she made any movement. Sitting upright in the bed wasn't the worst thing in the world as she was able to finally look around her environment.

"Who the hell are you?"

Hearing an unexpected voice coming from her right had Gwen turning her head to see someone she both recognized and was meeting for the first time in this place. Her expression softened as her mind quickly caught up to the realization that she had finally come to the moment where she would meet her Web Weaver.

The man who loved her more than existence itself.

Seeing him hunched over wearing a white tee shirt with red pajama bottoms didn't fill her with joy. Gwen saw how much this younger version of Eric was struggling to comprehend her existence in his life for the first time ever. Then she realized that he shouldn't have any idea as to who she was before now.

"Wait. How did-"

Eric tapped on his right brow where Gwen had her barbell piercing. It seemed that the previous Eric had somehow replaced her piercing with a modified device that would aid her when she would inevitably meet her future. She touched the piece of jewelry fondly as she remembered how much he cared for her then. The least she could do was do as his future self recommended and act as she would naturally.

Trying to move around did take some effort, but it was manageable. Watching Gwen struggling to move herself so that she could simply sit in front of him on the bed had Eric instinctively reaching out to her to help her move with less discomfort. When he finally realized what he had done involuntarily, the touch that Gwen gave him on his left arm with her own left had captivated him. Even after she had already found herself sitting up on her own, both she and Eric found themselves unable to look away from where they were touching each other. Dragging her covered hands up and down his left arm kept him from doing anything else. Reaching for her with his right ended up with Gwen taking the hesitant arm but the forearm as she just examined his hands for her own enjoyment. Never in his entire life did he ever think that anybody would ever love him enough to just find joy in studying his arms like Gwen was currently. This happiness he felt was something he didn't want to end voluntarily.

His existence was making somebody else happy. a feeling he struggled to understand.

The Next Day

Gwen felt only the minor effects of the soreness from yesterday. Perhaps the piercing she had been gifted by Eric from before had somehow been attributed to her swift recovery. Whatever the reason, she was just glad that she could at least be more independent in such a short time.

It was about ten in the morning with the outside weather being relatively still enveloped with another whiteout blizzard. Eric gave her free reign around the entire apartment to help her familiarize herself with the place. Having a past that they hadn't experienced personally as of yet left them a bit shy with each other. They clearly were very attracted to each other with Eric acting in a way that Gwen found to be so adorable. He clearly wanted to be more romantic, but struggled with these intense emotions he had never experienced before. She could tell that he was new to feelings; which also hurt her a little to see somebody, whom she could clearly see why she had fallen so deeply for, remain so defensive. Stripping out of her current Spiderwoman suit, Gwen didn't flinch when Eric entered with some personal items to make her stay easier with him.

"Gwen, I found some-Oh, shit! Ss-sorry! I was- I just thought that… I wasn't really thinking. Sorry, I'll-"

"I'm still sore. Could you help me with these new bras?"

Going from the confident man who knew too much about her before she knew anything about him to this absolute joy of a shy boy had been so much fun during her stay here. Nothing about this had been a negative experience as she found it fun to just let Eric know that she was more than okay with him being so intimate with her. Now she got to tease him by asking him to help her with her underwear.

After he collected himself, Eric began to unpackage the teal lacy bra and panties she knew she loved. It seemed that this Eric still had some inklings as to what his Gwen liked. Calling herself his Gwen made the butterflies in the pit of her stomach flutter a bit. She didn't hate the idea at all over being called Eric's.

Stripping her costume off of her body and taking off her rather plain gray underwear left her exposed as possible. Turning to Eric, he was just turned around while scratching the back of his head. Her sharp eyes could see the slight blush on the tips of his ears. For some reason, her instincts told her to take things even farther. Following the older version of Eric's advice, Gwen just went with her instincts and did what came naturally. Standing up with some strain on her slightly aching body let her walk towards the bathroom door with her naked backside still visible as she called to Eric. He got a healthy amount of her nude body from behind with his eyes as she switched things up for them.

"I think I need a shower first. Can I count on you to be a good host and help me wash off?"

Entering the bathroom had left Eric stunned for several moments when she partially shut the door behind her. Experiencing her level of seduction genuinely baffled him.

Past experiences with sex had Eric treating the whole thing as either scratching an itch or as a means to complete a job he set out to finish. He never became attached to the women he just had some fun with and left forgotten. The worst he got was some tears or a short angry rant that he forgot about in less than an hour. Now he felt like some nervous virgin scared of failing to satisfy his first ever lover. Not partner, lover.

Following her into the showers had Gwen already inside of the spacious shower stall with the fogged up glass teasing him with just the silhouette of her tempting figure. She wanted him inside with her more than anything.

Swallowing his nerves finally gave Eric the courage to strip his black long sleeve shirt and gray joggers along with his black boxer briefs to join Gwen in the steaming hot shower.

Once inside, Gwen rewarded him by guiding him to the stone bench inside of the shower. For some reason, Eric felt the impulse to flip the situation on Gwen.

Right as she thought she was pushing him down onto the seat was when her perspective shifted to her being the one now being seated onto the granite bench he built into the shower for when he had a leg injury he needed to dress after a rough encounter. Relying on her previous dominance left Gwen completely unprepared when Eric started to kiss up the length of both of her legs. Fighting against his advancing lips would only deny her the satisfaction when those lips would reach her core. All Gwen could do was squirm and gasp as Eric came closer and closer towards the one place she wanted him to touch more than anywhere else.

When he did kiss her lower lips for the first time, she actually felt humiliated as she orgasmed and began to do something that she thought was going to immediately end their fun then and there.

Feeling that first spray of hot liquid hitting his mouth sent some of that substance into his parted lips. The taste was sweet and ignited his appetite for more in an instantaneous moment of raw thirst.

Gwen's legs went ramrod straight as Eric latched his mouth over her orgasming sex while sucking and licking her throughout her climax. No matter how much she begged him to stop, the sounds of her desperate gasps and squeals only encouraged him to keep going. She almost tore his hair out when the last climax made her convulse.

Catching her and cradling her as she cried into his chest filled Eric with pride. She called him a meanie and bully for making her orgasm so hard that she felt her pussy ache from how hard it clenched when she finished. All he did was tell her to get used to it. His lips brushed up against her left ear as he told her something he intended to make the inherent truth.

"Your taste is addicting. Don't think I won't be as greedy as I was today when I want another taste."

Saying that felt natural for how true he felt that statement was. Absorbing those words led to Gwen launching herself onto Eric as she wrestled him onto the shower floor with her lips sealing themselves around the tip of his penis. Knowing that he was a giver in bed let Gwen take advantage of his weakness in order to give him the pleasure he deserved.

Her throat enclosed around his entire length when she pressed her lips into the base of his cock. Seeing him tense up and trying not to hurt her by not grabbing the back of her head just made her want to slam her face into his pelvis over and over again. She wanted revenge for her poor aching love passage.

Eric had almost lost consciousness with how aggressive Gwen was going as she used her throat to massage the entire length of his member while sucking on it to create this perfect seal to pull on every square centimeter of his dick. Only after several more plunges of his length into her constricting throat sent him over the edge of sanity. He let out a roar as she refused to let him out of her mouth until she felt him reaching the end, where she then pulled out until the tip was all that remained inside. Sucking on the head and playing with his exit with the tip of his tongue kept him nice and limp for her. Feeling this powerful over Eric was something she could get used to.

Later

After getting out of the shower and dressing in his clothes, both Gwen and Eric were laying on the bed with Gwen snuggled up into his left side. She used his chest like a big pillow while she had her left arm and leg draped over his body. His left arm was draped over her back while his right arm had been folded upwards with his hand resting behind his head. He could feel how soft Gwen was by just dragging the pad of his left thumb over her left tricep as she dozed off with him. All she wore was an oversized gray long sleeve shirt with just the tips of her fingers peeking out of the sleeves. His long blue checkered pajama pants were also too long and left her toes just barely peeking out the ends as well. Seeing her in his clothes filled him with this strange sense of contentment.

Never in his life did he expect to be content like this. He committed some of the worst crimes imaginable to uphold his image of fear that the city had no control over. They all were too scared to do anything and he wanted it that way. Criminals who were too scared to even act kept the damages to an all time low. Nobody loved him, but he didn't care about their love or adoration.

What he wanted was just their safety.

Yet here Gwen was, making him feel…

Complete.

When the recording played on his system, his first reaction was one of complete shock. Only he knew the programming language for his custom interface and knew that nobody could just jump in and overwrite his commands unless they understood the ins and outs of his logics. The video playing was immediately recognized as he knew that the person speaking had been nobody else but an older version of himself.

He went on to tell his past self through a recording over how the girl who had shown up at his doorstep was somebody they both would come to cherish more than the mission itself. Only he ever called his life's work 'the mission'. The longer the recording went on, the more this video made sense to Eric.

Somehow, she was somebody who looked past his actions and saw him for who he was. Someone who wanted to understand him. A person who could be a part of his life.

Gwen meant this much to him. Not even this past version of Eric could deny the truth behind his future self's words. Already, the pull he felt with her had him acting uncharacteristically cautious over her wellbeing. Usually he would just apply first aid and just hope for the best. With Gwen, he rushed her home and took great pains to check her for anything else he needed to address multiple times. Even going as far as to second guess his own scans and observations out of this impulsive need to be sure. Acting emotionally confused the absolute shit out of him as he hadn't even realized what he was doing until he made certain that she would be okay on her own.

Evidence of her being somebody who was important to him in his future also came in the form of schematics for an interdimensional travel device the size of a ring. Two sizes as well as the designs for them were also included.

Just seeing the fact that he bothered to design these devices sort of scared him. He actually made these things with purpose rather than making them subdermal or just plain rings of equal function. He went over more data that was sent over to him and became more convinced to believe this recording of himself from the future. Every little signature he had when he compiled data as well as the designs of any new tech that could help him keep Gwen safe had his fingerprints all over it.

The last thing on the video was just him saying something with full earnesty.

Gwen was someone who made him not care whether or not he was the kid on that table at the start of his life.

Hearing that actually shocked the younger Eric badly enough that he stood up in sheer disbelief. Never in his entire lifetime did he even expect to share that with anybody. That secret was his and his alone.

Now that he interacted with Gwen and even held her in his arms, he could begin to understand what the recording was talking about. She was warm. She smelled lovely. Gwen kept him feeling grounded after just a day or two worth of interactions.

Almost like instinct, every single fiber of his being wanted her to stay. Their connection seemed to have come from events that neither knew of, yet their impulses seemed to have retained those feelings from then for them.

Something that had been missing from the video seemingly by choice was any advice or pointers that could help the naive younger Web Weaver navigate this new avenue in his life. Maybe his older self just didn't see the point as he and Gwen never really got into spats at all. His only advice was just to act as he usually did.

Following that advice seemed to be working for now. So as long as he treated her with honesty, they would be alright.