` ❀ 𝓚nees on the floor, boots in hand . ݁ ꒱

In Gwen Stacy's room, the silence was broken only by the soft sound of fabrics moving and the calm breathing of both of them. The night had been intense, one of those encounters that Gwen and you kept secret, without labels, without commitments. Just stolen moments between the heroine and the villain, where the world outside ceased to exist.

You were sitting on Gwen's bed, your deft hands finishing pulling up the zipper of the tight outfit that Black Cat wore on her nighttime adventures. The moonlight that came in through the window illuminated the scene, reflecting on the shiny black material of her uniform. Gwen, kneeling in front of you, was focused, her gaze fixed on your feet as she put on the tight boot on your foot, feeling the texture of the leather and the tension that grew in the air.

The touch of your foot on her thigh was a silent reminder of the closeness you shared, of the intimacy that, even without being defined, existed there, strong and undeniable. Gwen adjusted her boot carefully, her hands moving deftly but also with a kind of reverence, as if this small act were a ritual between the two of you, something that spoke more than words could express.

The zipper of the suit rose to the top, and you looked down, meeting Gwen's eyes. There was a moment of silence, a moment when the world stopped and the tension between you manifested itself in every breath, every touch. Gwen knew that soon, you would be gone, disappearing into the night as you always did. But for now, she was there, by your side.

— "You know..." — Gwen began, her voice low and soft. — "I could ask you to stay." — It was a sentence said without expectation, almost like a thought out loud. —