Miguel O' Hara (Across The Spiderverse)

Chapter 5

"We need to remain professional when we're in the field."

If you were being honest, when Miguel dropped by your place the very next day after your very heated session, well you were sure it was to tell you that it couldn't happen again. He prided himself in his work and you realized that he wasn't the type to get distracted.

But here he was, wearing a white and silver tracksuit, clearly still affected by you. He was avoiding eye contact and you couldn't truly tell if he was angry or not.

"So, we'll be together?"

Your eyes were hopeful and he finally looked at you. The tenderness you'd seen before was back and you felt the heat of his feelings, just from that look.

"I suppose I could allow it."

A smile made its way on your face as you stepped closer. His posture changed slightly at the lack of distance.

"So when we're away from the job, it's okay for us to touch.."

His tough exterior was starting to falter at the way you were gazing at him with so much fondness, adoration. Before he could reply, you reached out. His breath hitched when your hand laid right on his chest. Your fingers drifted over, as if trying to refamiliarize yourself with his body, with the parts that you'd so effortlessly explored already. By the time your hand finally made it to his cheek, he was leaning into the touch, eyes closed, lips parted.

He came resolved to make his case about boundaries and how the both of you would make this work. It seems that you'd already figured it all in your head. He had no doubt that you would abide by his requests to remain focused on the job, but the anticipation that came with the realization that you were free to indulge when you weren't on the clock, it had his stomach in knots.

Your fingers grazed his lips, just barely touching his fangs and he took your wrist.

"Muñeca y-you..you need to be careful.."

He swallowed, clearly a bit on edge. While he had control of his abilities, he thought it was better safe than sorry. While his fangs were harmless in this instance with you, they were still weapons he often used in the field. He was never worried about hurting you, his venom needed to be willfully triggered, still, the idea of even accidentally hurting you, it gave him a sense of dread. He lowered your hand and you nodded.

"O-Okay."

You were being too cutely obedient. He almost couldn't handle it.

"Are your fangs dangerous?"

"They are, when injected my venom can paralyze or stabilize. It depends on how it's administered. I would never hurt you but it is better to be safe."

The fact that he was being so careful almost made you gush right there. You felt obligated to share your own little quirk.

"My saliva has healing properties."

The statement caught him by surprise. He quirked a brow, clearly intrigued.

"It does?"

With a nod, you take his hand, tugging him to the couch. He followed, ready for whatever you were about to show. When he was standing right in front of it, you pushed him down and he fell back into a seated position, stunned.

"What are yo-"

You were in his lap in seconds, and he barely got in a word before you were kissing him heatedly. His brows lifted, eyes closed. There was a desperation that made his mind run right back to that first kiss. Hands moving around your body, he pulled you close. He couldn't understand why it all felt so insatiable. It would never be enough. He needed you constantly. That was the only thing that would ever quell this hunger.

He moaned when he felt you bite down on his lip, and as you were drawing back, he felt the slight sting of the small wound. His tongue ran over the sore area, the familiar metallic taste present. Your eyes were locked on him and he saw the remnants of his blood on your tongue as you licked your own lips.

For a moment he was a bit confused, but soon the little knick felt like it was getting smaller and smaller. His tongue ran right over the area again as if to confirm, but there was no wound, no more blood. His eyes flickered back in your direction, astonished. You looked awfully bashfully now, a smile on your lips.

"I cut my finger once while I was cooking. All I did was lick it, just to stop the bleeding, but in a matter of seconds it was gone. I just assumed it was normal given the other quirks I already had."

It was certainly not common for any of the others.

"That is incredible.."

He had to admit that he was impressed. That was an awfully handy ability to have. For a moment he was doing some mental analysis, but then it dawned on him that you might try to use this on others.

"You're not allowed to kiss anyone but me."

It sounded like an order, you were a bit puzzled on why he would think you'd just go around kissing people, but then you realized and you were blushing with a happy giggle.

"I promise I won't kiss anyone but you."

It was nice seeing these protective and jealous sides of him.