[Silk X (m) Reader!] Cupid's Web (18+)

Self Love

  "Right there~" Cindy Moon lets out a long and satisfied moan as she tenses. Your hands are exactly where she wants them to be. Your eyes blink lower as you see where your hands are holding her. The warmth of her skin is both tender and warm.

She'd spent some time in her bunker after the whole run-in with Black Cat, but she'd been visiting and spending more time at your place after work and even after doing her hero patrols around New York. Things had been slowly becoming more intimate between you two, and it no longer felt like you were in that awkward girlfriend/boyfriend stage anymore.

A hard blush comes over your cheeks as you see her nearly fully exposed back. All that kept her torso away from being completely naked was her sports bra... In the meantime, your thumbs press down and then in with a fluid motion. She gasps softly and lowers her head. "Right there... Just like that."

  "You're teasing me," you finally say, shifting your weight as your growing excitement wasn't as notable as it felt. "I said I'd massage you if you didn't make it weird."

She turns to face you, her new hairstyle bobbed and reduced to a length that graced shoulders swayed slightly. She winked and smirked. "I knew those fingers weren't just good for holding on to glass panels. Nothing to be embarrassed about, Midnight~," Cindy Moon cooed at you, reaching for her shirt to slip back into.

  "I guess when I get my legs ruined by a villain, I'll open up my massage parlor place then," you don't dare to stand up yet, so you hunch as she laughs and thankfully looks away without any investigative glances. You can finally breathe a little easier. She gets up and goes to your apartment's bathroom. The sink runs as she hums a nameless tone.

When she returned, she wore black sports shorts and a white top that was almost cropped. She'd begun therapy during this unexpectedly slow time, and for once, most of the typical thug and bad guy violence wasn't on hourly occurrence. Cindy stretched her legs over you as she yawned, her physique complimented gradually as her chest perked out and her back arched. With all that, her core tightened, and the accents of all the other muscles also became slightly pronounced. Whatever was on the TV became distant.

  "What is it?" Cindy's voice lost the flirtatious overtone as your eyes met. She lifts an eyebrow and smirks. "You look distracted."

  "Just fighting off some villainous thoughts," you tease, looking at the TV as a chef starts to describe the desired texture of an egg.

  "Villainous thoughts?" Cindy laughs. "Don't tell me I'm supposed to start fighting you now too."

Some untold tension builds, and you become aware of how Cindy has her legs over you. You push her off and stand up. If she wants more, she'll do more. You're a little disappointed when you notice she isn't following or calling for you. It was time for you to get out of your spider suit.

You return in loose clothes and collapse onto the couch. Instead of putting her legs over you again, she slides in and rests her head against you. She exhales and reaches for your hand. The TV continues its program, and she doesn't speak until the commercials come on.

  "Do we have plans tonight?"

  "This is it," you say. "Unless you wanted to do more than this?"

Cindy thinks for a moment. Cindy closes her eyes and then yawns again. Her action prompts you to do the same before she answers. "This is fine," she smiles idly. "I like this. It feels normal."

On the TV, a Christmas commercial begins to play. A talking dog and cat adorned in festive hats of both red and green start lecturing the viewer about drinking and driving and saying that if you can't have any of your friends drive you back safe, then it's best to "Uber home. It dawned on you suddenly that Christmas wasn't far around the corner.