CH-33

"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 tolaughing 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 stillgood?" 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 kindaexpected 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 AuntMay, he had a few small things he wanted so he could do both at the same time.

Both Peter and Gwen headed home for one last visit, the small items, forgotten, too private, or too delicate, needed picked up and Peter wanted to see Aunt May while Gwen had words to say to her father.

"Aunt May, I'm back," Peter looked around the apartment one last time before heading into the small kitchen where Aunt May had started to fill the kettle for coffee. He put his head on her shoulder and she gently patted his hand as she filled the cups.

"All done?" She asked him and he nodded,

"Gwen's heading home and I thought I'd make one last sweep of here before heading back. I think I've got everything, maybe some clothes in the dryer." "Did you get Gwen settled in okay?" and Peter nodded as he started to add sugar to his coffee.

"Yeah but we had a ton of recycling to get organised, all the boxes and uh, what's wrong Aunt May?" he asked as she gave him a stern look.

"Peter," Aunt May began "don't bullshit a bullshitter." Peter almost choked, and Aunt May added sugar and milk to her own cup and then nodded at the small breakfast table for him to sit down. He looked guiltily at her as she sat across from him, holding the mug between her hands, and watching as he avoided her eyes.

"You've got lipstick on your collar and Captain Stacy called here about 10 times." She tapped a single finger on the breakfast table, "So?"

Peter straightened his back and stared at her, "I spent the night with Gwen, we slept together and time got forgotten," Peter shrunk slightly, expecting a massive lecture. And as her face fell and she raised an eyebrow, he realised that wasn't what she meant. She wanted to know why she couldn't get through to him or Gwen.

May just shrugged, "as long as you used protection Peter, I don't care who you sleep with. Gwen's a good girl and I'm proud of you. You did use protection right, Peter?" Mays tone was not the jovial concerned one as before.

"Of course Aunt May, of course, I remembered, you gave me some and I took them, so. Are we okay?"

May looked over that rim of her cup, "Of course Peter, we're fine."

Peter stared at his Aunt, "but?"

"But, I can't do this Peter, since Oscorp. I can't sit here night after night hoping," her voice cracked, "hoping the same thing hasn't happened to you cause you're not answering your phone, so. I'm going to let go. Peter, you've got a business and a girlfriend. An old woman like me can't sit around and pine forever you know."

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