Chapitre 22: Arc One. Chapter Twenty-Two. Don’t Call Me I’ll Call You..
After their first night together they sat at the huge table and ate breakfast, finally a meal with milk and fruit, Peter grumbling that granola and energy drinks were fine but Gwen shushed him.
"So, I've been thinking," Gwen was busily extruding and retracting the symbskin on her hands. "It won't be perfect but I should be able to get us a microscope to see what this stuff actually is."
Peter bit his lip and winced, "Won't a microscope powerful enough be expensive?" he asked, knowing the answer already.
"Sure," Gwen flipped her phone over to him and he saw that the most expensive model was $3000, but it could be wired to a laptop for recording and had a 10,000x Magnification, more than enough to see human cells, or well, hopefully, human cells.
"Pete, we have to know what these things are, we know they're affecting our moods, muscles and probably a whole bunch of other systems. We're both experienced heightened moods, elevated sex drives, higher aggression, lower inhibitions and who knows how else, I mean if I cut myself right now I'll scab and heal in minutes. I want to know what it is," she looked at the table, holding her empty mug, "if it's dangerous"
Peter sighed, "I know, I know, I just, I don't want to find out we've got super cancer or something."
Gwen laughed. "Super cancer? what the hell?"
Peter stuck his tongue out at her, "you know when I got my powers, it was a thought," he shrugged
"Super cancer? oh my god, Pete, you're such a dork," she shook with laughter, "leave the biology to me okay? we don't have super cancer, I promise."
he mumbled, "super cancer could be real," to himself as she took their cups to wash.
Finding it surprising that neither of them needed to shower they did anyway, to enjoy the first time together, their first tryst removed any tension between them and neither Peter nor Gwen felt any embarrassment as they gently and carefully washed each other, small kisses and intimate touches interrupting their washing.
After they had towelled off and dressed, they headed to the breakfast table. Peter had taken the huge table he got and centred it in front of the two homes, to act as a focal point for gatherings and meetings.
Unwrapping a toaster pastry, Gwen stared at Peter. "Don't call me Gwenom, I don't like it." She said, chewing the dry pastry, Peter's tastes involved the unfrosted type and even she thought that was weird. Even though they had eaten an hour before Gwen was hungry again, and as she ate the pastry she wondered if it was the weird slime causing it.
sugar sugar yum yum, Gwen turned her head, was that it? She vaguely remembered a voice yesterday as well, as she 'subdued' Peter. Was it able to talk to her in its sing-song childish voice?
"Uh, I kinda got a hint yesterday when you, you know, tried to rip my head off and eat it."
Gwen smirked, she remembered, the rage, the animal need to eat and feast on him only being subdued by the more passionate lust for him.
"But uh, what do we call you then? Gwenom wouldn't work anyway, it kinda tells everyone who you are," Peter laid into a granola bar, it had raisins and Gwen turned her nose up at it when offered. She had taken his last unfrosted blueberry pastry but after yesterday he would forgive her, at least for now.
Gwen leaned back, nothing sprung to mind, "how did you choose a name for your alter ego?" no phone service, she was sure she could find some random name generator and pick something there.
While he crunched on his bar Pete suddenly sat bolt upright, "wait, I got it."
He shuffled around till he pulled an old mp3 player out of his bag, offering her an earbud he swiped down the list and hit play.
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace, on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (and pins)
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (deep in)
I wanna kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
You're poison
I don't want to break these chains
Poison
Gwen raised an eyebrow, Pulling the device over so she could see who was singing. "Alice Cooper huh? Trying to tell me something, Pete?" She held his wrist, feeling his pulse slowly speed up as he panicked a little bit.
Yes yes, we like we like, Gwen heard in her head
Poison?
Yes yes, us us, eat more sugar, yummy yummy,
"Uh, you know, it's a classic and uh, a good song and yeah, you know, after you kinda tried to eat me and well, then you actually did eat me mph-" Gwen sealed his lips with a kiss.
"Slow down Petey pie, I'm just teasing you. I like it, Venom and Poison, the deadly duo. But um, what about yesterday, I don't think neither of us planned to go that far'' Peter slumped in his usual defeatist way, his mind spinning as he felt he was about to get dumped again.
"Hey, Hey," Gwen came over and sat on his lap, "don't pull that face." She lay her head on his shoulder, "I wanted it, remember, I beat you and got my prize, so no moping or no repeat." Pulling his head between her hands, "I love you, Peter Parker, I wanted you and I wouldn't have had my first with anyone other than you and frankly, we were amazing. I rocked your world." Pete leaned his forehead against hers, he knew the accident had amplified his emotions and in transferring a part of himself to her, her lust was probably amplified too but hearing her words, feeling her sincerity Peter knew she wasn't lying to him.
"I love you too Gwen."
"See, that was easy, no mopey Pete and one happy Gwen, no fighting, only kisses and cooties," Gwen made kisses noises at him and they both laughed, "but okay, so what's up with the weird skin thing and the web spray and since when are you fucking Venom? My dad's been going nuts over him, Pete, you almost killed someone, and then, oh god Pete, that was you, you were fighting and," Gwen paused. "You were fighting those men Pete, you got hurt, you, you almost killed us all, you asshole!" Gwen batted him on the shoulder and was yelling now. Peter just let her vent, there was no stopping her once she got going "and uh uh, Flash, no fuck Flash, you, you're Venom and I'm uh, shit, I'm an alien thing,"
"So what next, I got powers, I'm going to start beating people up?" Gwen got up and slumped back into her chair and Peter followed her and started rubbing her shoulders.
"No, you don't have to do anything Gwen, Your powers are a part of you now, even if you don't use them, and uh, yeah, sorry about the table," Gwen rubbed her cheek on Peters's hand.
"I forgive you, but uh, I kinda like them you know, I feel strong, and," Gwen blushed, "super sexy, like last night, all I wanted was some Pete meat and oh god, we had sex, I'm not on the pill. What the fuck Pete?" She laughed. Peter was amazed, she had gone from angry to sad, to angry to horny to excited and back to laughing in the space of a minute, he imagined his own emotional rollercoaster was the same, at least she hadn't driven a stop sign through someone's car.
"You um, wouldn't let go, I really couldn't help it," Peter blushed. "it was too good, you know," he said. It was embarrassing to talk about, even now.
"Uh-huh," and Gwen came over and sat on his lap, "and how about we find out if it's still good?" and Peter slid his hands around her waist and kissed her as she leant forwards, As his lips touched hers, she heard the voice again
More more, petey petes, yummy yummy, and she felt herself getting wet at his touch.
This time though she felt the sting of pain from their lovemaking and she leant back, shaking her head, "sorry Pete, seems like I need a bit to recover," and he nodded and she slid off him. Frustrated, she grabbed her phone, checking to see if she had any missed calls.
"Uh, why don't I have signal in here? I kinda expected my dad to have exploded my phone by now." Gwen idly flicked her phone screen, even the mobile data wouldn't connect to the net Peter had set up.
Peter blanched, "Uh, there's a faraday cage around the building to stop any experiments I do from registering," Peter sighed, realising how much trouble that would cause her even if it was to shield the warehouse from cameras or other electronic devices. "You won't get a signal here unless you tie your phone into the protected network I set up, sorry Gwen. I only finished it yesterday and I forgot," reaching over and taking her phone, he pressed his own to it and after a series of beeps it installed a secure program of his own devising. "There, and yeah, sorry" The phone immediately began to vibrate and the tings of each message received soon ran into each other. Gwen hoped her dad wasn't too mad, or that at least he hadn't called out a few of his cop buddies to find her.
"Sorry Pete, I, I gotta go, dad's filled my inbox with voice mails and too many messages to count." reaching over she kissed him on the cheek, "talk to you later okay?" before grabbing her bag and running to the main warehouse door. "oh shit, I live here now," she ran back, grabbed her new keys and blew Peter a kiss, "be back later, oh I'll order the microscope, pick it up and meet you back here later"
Peter still felt the warmth of her kiss on his cheek, sitting in the warmth of his feelings for her he suddenly sat up, she'd ditched him to clean up the warehouse, while breakfast was just wrappers there as Gwen's web fluid everywhere, her control over it meant it would stay, unlike his own that dissolved after a while. Sighing and slumping his shoulders he took out his own phone, texting Aunt May.
Moving ran late, sorry I didn't text, been stuck with clean up, be there in a few hours. Love Peter
Now that Gwen had gone Peter sat back in his chair, his coffee bitter in his mouth. He knew that Venom was a burden as well as a blessing. He was used to the emotional rollercoaster he rode each day, trying his hardest not to punch anyone pissing him off or crying if something made him think of Uncle Ben. He could cope, he was learning to funnel that emotion into his work and his routine. He did feel better though, now they had moved and school was over he felt a lightness since the diner as if the constant buzzing annoyance of life had been lifted and he could think clearly again.
Taking the last drink of his coffee he thought back to her words, Venom and Poison, the deadly duo and he nodded to himself. He should take her hunting too, let her vent on the scumbags that dared to commit crimes in his city.
Sadly though, he needed to clean out the warehouse, while Gwen's powers were in training he would need to use a lot of bleach, even if it was just to cover the smell of sex. He also wanted to head back to check on Aunt May, he had a few small things he wanted so he could do both at the same time.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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