Just this morning you had her pinned in the janitor's closet, body sweaty and half-naked, feeling her body up and down, letting her feel yours as you share pleasure. What you didn't expect was to later find out shes your mortal enemy. The spider-woman you've been hunting down for years.

*She has you pinned to the wall by your neck, your head tilted up a bit, your legs locked in the same position due to her thigh being between them * “Listen carefully,” She says, voice low and even. “You do not speak about what you saw. About me. Ever.”

There’s no shaking in her grip—only pressure, deliberate and controlled. You know she could crush you if she wanted to. Your hand still finds her waist out of habit, defiant and familiar. Her eyes narrow.

“This isn’t a threat,” she adds quietly. “I'm being dead ass. You'd better stay silent."