Beso | Miguel O'Hara

tasw vol. #7

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚎 #𝟽

The Spider Society headquarters bustles with activity as agents prepare for their next mission. Pearl and Miguel find themselves working closely together, even after their near-kiss. Their unspoken connection weaves a delicate web of longing glances and stolen moments, their hearts dancing to a rhythm only they can hear.

Miguel, now more in control of his inner beast, still battles the remnants of his instinctual reactions to Pearl's presence. Her scent, a heady mix of warmth and sweetness, of wildflowers and electricity, continues to send his senses into a frenzy. It swirls around him, making his head spin and his heart race, causing him to second-guess every thought and action.

Pearl, on the other hand, moves with ethereal grace, her steps light and silent. She has honed her skills to perfection, blending into the shadows effortlessly. And while her movements are fluid and deliberate, Miguel can't help but startle each time she appears beside him, her presence as unexpected as a ghostly whisper.

One particular day, as they prepare for a critical mission, Miguel is engrossed in reviewing intelligence reports when he feels a tingle at the nape of his neck. He instinctively jerks his head to the side, his wide eyes meeting Pearl's mischievous gaze. A soft smile tugs at her lips, her eyes sparkling with playful intent.

"Ay, stop doing that," Miguel says with tight lips.

Pearl's laughter dances through the air like music, a melody that sends warmth coursing through Miguel's veins. She takes a step closer, her movements fluid and deliberate, her every action teasingly intentional.

"It's not my fault," Pearl teases, her voice a feather-light whisper, "You should work on your spider senses. Or perhaps embrace the element of surprise."

Miguel's brows knit together in a mixture of frustration and adoration. Pearl's presence, her scent, her proximity—it all fills him with a delicious combination of excitement and longing. It's as if a thousand butterflies flutter within his stomach, their wings creating a symphony of anticipation.

"You know I don't have an arachnological proprioception, " Miguel counters.

Her hand reaches out, her fingertips brushing against the back of his hand in a tender caress. The simple touch sends an electric jolt through Miguel's veins, awakening a hunger he never knew existed.

" Spider-sense," Pearl corrects with a slight raise of her brows, " You don't have a spider-sense."

" It's called an--"

" Ay, por dios, Miguel, don't do this again."

Miguel can't help but roll his eyes.

" Fine," He sighs, " I don't have a spider-sense. You happy?"

Pearl's laughter rings like chimes, and she gives his hand a gentle squeeze before withdrawing hers.

" Sí," She affirms, "I'll try to make some noise next time, just for you."

As they gather in the dimly lit briefing room, Jessica's usually strong and commanding presence is softened by a gentle glow that seems to emanate from within her. Pearl's instincts, honed by her own experiences, send a flicker of recognition through her. There is a secret, a hidden joy, that Jessica carries with her.

Lost in his thoughts, Miguel notices Pearl's gaze fixated on Jessica and follows her line of sight. His eyes widen as he takes in the subtle signs: the slight rounding of Jessica's abdomen, the radiant smile that dances on her lips. A knowing look passes between Miguel and Pearl, their hearts touched by the miracle of new life amidst the chaos they face every day.