Not So Friendly Anymore

Chapter 18: Getting A Weight Off

(Wow, just wow I have no words, other thank you 🙏

All of you. 200 followers in record time, Nearly 50k reads, and over 1k votes in what has quickly become my most popular story.

I just want to say thank you. Each and everyone of you.

When I started this story, I just wanted to write a story of spiderman, not being constantly shit on. I never thought it would so popular. Much less so quickly.

I just absolutely nothing to say, except thank you 🙏)

The soft morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Peter's bedroom. He woke slowly, his mind still wrapped in the lingering comfort of the night before. His eyes drifted down to the woman nestled beside him, her platinum hair spread across the pillow and her expression completely at ease. In sleep, Sable's face held none of the hardened determination or focus she always carried; instead, she looked gentle, almost vulnerable.

Peter felt a surge of tenderness wash over him as he took in the peacefulness on her face. She stirred slightly, her eyelashes fluttering before she opened her eyes, catching him staring. A smile spread across her face, drowsy yet delighted.

"Enjoying the view?" she teased, her voice husky with sleep.

Peter chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss her. "Can't help it. You look... happy."

Sable's smile softened, and she brought her hand to his cheek, brushing her thumb over his skin. "I am," she murmured, a quiet satisfaction in her tone.

They lay in a comfortable silence for a moment, the only sounds their soft breathing and the faint hum of the city outside. Then Peter shifted, propping himself up slightly. "What do you say we get out today? Take a break from the chaos and just... enjoy ourselves."

Sable's eyes sparkled at the thought. "You're proposing a real day off?"

"A real day off," Peter promised, smiling.

They stayed wrapped up in each other's warmth a little longer before Peter finally stretched, preparing to leave the comfort of the bed. As he did, Sable winced slightly, shifting her weight as she tried to sit up. He noticed her cheeks turn pink as she hesitated.

"You alright?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Sable sighed, brushing a hand through her hair with an embarrassed look. "I'm fine. Just... sore," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifted her legs to the edge of the bed, wincing as she stood up, clearly feeling the aftereffects of the night before.

Peter's chuckle bubbled out before he could stop himself. "I didn't realize I'd, uh... worn you out that much."

She shot him a playful glare, her cheeks red. "It's not funny, Peter." Her mock indignation was betrayed by the hint of a smile tugging at her lips.

He laughed, holding up his hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, though his grin only widened. But before she could protest further, he scooped her up in his arms, cradling her like a princess.

"Peter!" she gasped, her face flushing as she looked up at him, both embarrassed and secretly charmed. She swatted at his shoulder lightly. "Put me down!"

He just grinned down at her, his grip firm but gentle as he carried her toward the kitchen. "Not a chance. Gotta take care of you, right?"

Sable huffed, but couldn't suppress the warmth in her gaze as she looked at him. Resigned, she let herself relax in his arms, resting her head against his chest as they moved through the apartment.