Spider-Man and The Esper

63. Struggles and Guidance

The water was warm and rushed up to his waist, but he hardly paid attention to it. Instead he was transfixed by Fubuki, who was glistening wet now. Her stomach up to her chest, her face and hair, all dotted with drops of water, some of it streaming down to her hips and legs, all smooth and slender. Fubuki ran her hands through her hair and let out a deep sigh. It was relaxing, the first moment of calm she had had in a while. Even better, she had Spider-man at her side, the sweetheart.

Spider-man was breathing heavily as he was staring over the horizon, fingers were twitching, the small waves crashing against his chest, he was rubbing his head roughly trying to push the memories aside but it was difficult. Mostly from his perspective was that the ocean itself was an ocean of blood as rain drops of blood were pouring out from the heavens.

Although the sensation was nice for Fubuki, the toll was affecting Spider-man differently. All he could hear from the back of his own mind was that psychotic laughter and the screams of his own suffering begging Carnage to stop as he gasped for air.

'HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Having a nice dip, Web-head!?'

'C-Carnage, stop! Please!'

Spider-man felt soft delicate hands rubbing his shoulders as his breathing was starting to settle down, his visions were changing all of a sudden as the visions of blood were disappearing as everything was returning back to normal.

"Shh, it's ok. I'm here. I'm here." Fubuki softly whispered to Spider-man's ear. She felt that his shoulders were not shaking anymore meaning that he was calming down. His nerves were going away, "Those moments are gone now. He can't hurt you anymore."

Spider-man exhaled calmly as he was listening to Fubuki's words. He knows that she is right. Carnage was gone. He can't hurt him anymore. Spider-man looks over at Fubuki, "Thank you, Fubuki. I needed that."

"While I helped you. How about you help me? May as well take your mind off the ocean for a while."

Fubuki grabbed Spider-man's arm and led him back out of the water, the both of them soaking wet. She took him to the towels, where she laid down on her stomach and stretched. Spider-man's heart shot into his esophagus at her body straining and flexing below him.

"I'm still feeling sore from doing so many friendly neighborhood activities..." said Fubuki. "Spider-man, would you mind easing your wife's pain?"

Spider-man couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was asking him to lay his hands on her? While she was near-naked?

Slowly, he craned his hands above her back, shaking as he did so. Fubuki lounged on the towel, looking up at him like she expected him to go to work at any second.

Spider-man took a deep breath and slid his hands over her bare back. He glided over her, her skin wet and slippery. Sure enough, he could feel her relax at his touch, but could also tell where she was sore by her wincing or flinching as he rubbed certain spots on her. So, she really was aching.

Spider-man smiled. He'd help as best he could.

"Ah," he said. "You really are tense, Fubuki. Doing a lot of friendly activities can take a toll on you."

"It...it has..." said Fubuki. She breathed a sigh of relief, Spider-man was better at massaging than she expected. Every caress of her shoulder blades, him pushing his fingers against her muscles, rubbing her lower back.

"Oh..." said Fubuki. She laid her head down and closed her eyes, relaxed. "That's really nice, keep that up..."

"Ok..." said Spider-man, arms trembling. It took all he had to keep from folding over. Never did he think that he'd be massaging Fubuki on a warm evening while she relaxed in a bikini, yet here he was.