copulation b.e imagines

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slight mention of intimacy

requested by: @haileesteinfeldlov3r

The bustling city of Los Angeles sprawled out below, its vibrant lights twinkling like scattered stars. High above, perched on the ledge of a skyscraper, Billie Parker, the city's very own Spider-Woman, surveyed her domain. With her iconic red and blue suit hugging her athletic frame, Billie felt an exhilarating rush every time she gazed upon the city she vowed to protect. Tonight, the cool breeze teased her short, dark hair as she waited for any sign of trouble.

Her keen senses didn't have to wait long. A distant scream pierced the night, and Billie was instantly on high alert. Springing into action, she swung across the cityscape, following the sound with the agility and grace of a true superhero. It wasn't long before she spotted the source of the distress—Maggie.

Maggie Williams was a regular civilian with a penchant for getting into precarious situations. Billie had saved her more times than she could count, each rescue etched vividly in her memory. But Maggie was more than just another face in the crowd to Billie. There was something about her—perhaps it was her fiery red hair that danced in the wind, or her bright green eyes that sparkled with life. Whatever it was, Maggie had captivated Billie from the moment they first met.

Tonight, Maggie was cornered by a group of thugs in a dark alley. Billie descended swiftly, landing between Maggie and her assailants.

"Hey there, boys. Mind finding someone else to play with?" Billie quipped, her voice dripping with confident bravado.

The thugs, taken aback by her sudden appearance, hesitated. It was all the time Billie needed. With a flurry of punches and well-placed kicks, she had them all incapacitated in mere moments. As they fled, nursing their wounds, Billie turned to Maggie, extending a hand to help her up.

"Fancy meeting you here," Billie said with a playful smirk, her eyes locking onto Maggie's.

Maggie, slightly breathless from the ordeal, took Billie's hand. "You always seem to be around when I need you most," she replied, a grateful smile spreading across her lips.

"Just doing my job," Billie said, but her tone was softer now, more personal.

Over the next few weeks, their paths crossed frequently. Maggie, always finding herself in the midst of danger, and Billie, ever the knight in shining armor—well, in a form-fitting suit. Each rescue was punctuated with flirtatious banter, Billie's cocky demeanor shining through, while Maggie's initial shyness gradually melted into playful reciprocation.

One evening, after another daring rescue, Billie decided to take a chance. "Hey, Maggie. How about we skip the drama for once and just grab a coffee?"

Maggie looked surprised but pleased. "I'd like that."

Their first date was a revelation. Without the immediate threat of danger, they found common ground in their shared interests and humor. Billie was as confident out of her suit as she was in it, and Maggie found herself drawn to her more with each passing moment.

They met several more times, each date deepening their connection. Maggie admired Billie's strength and confidence, while Billie was enchanted by Maggie's resilience and warmth. Their chemistry was undeniable, and it wasn't long before their playful flirting evolved into something more intense, more passionate.

One night, after a particularly romantic dinner, they found themselves back at Maggie's apartment. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken desire as they stood in the doorway, inches apart.

"Would you like to come in?" Maggie asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I thought you'd never ask," Billie replied, her tone husky with anticipation.