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"I... I love you." You breathed out, a soft smile tugging at your lips as your body shivered, your discarded clothes still on the floor from the night before. Your words fell in a desperate attempt to regain his attention, a man so passionate now reduced back down to his uncaring self.
"You... love... me..?" Miguel questioned a hesitant pause in both his words and the action of putting back on his Spider suit. The shade of blue on his suit contrasting the sharp red stare of confusion in his eyes. The cold, questioning, expression in his eyes showed less understanding and more sympathy. The same remorseful expression on his face quickly turned defensive as he cleared his throat.
"I thought that we had decided not to fall inlove." Miguel spat accusingly, the scowl on his lips and the furrowed his eyebrows seemed like a harsh reminder of who Miguel was. He wasn't the loveable superhero kids looked up, or the caring boss who offered you time off when you were ill. Miguel was the man that clearly set boundaries stating that this wasn't a relationship. Merely using the sex you had out of convience. And you knew from the beginning that he knew your love for him, the deep rooted desire to feel his loving touch instead of the lustful, passionate sex that you were accustomed to. That wasn't an interaction you found yourself proud to remember, the harsh expression permanently painted on Miguel's face was a reminder enough. It had been around 6 months since the last time you hooked up with Miguel, the bite marks and the hickeys long gone from your body in time for you to grow fond of a particularly rogue Spider. Hobie Brown, Spider Punk, and you had more in common than once thought despite his usual aloof behaviour it was sweet seeing a trouble making punk so humble around you. Seeing the absence of your warm smile, Hobie spoke up, unaware of the zoning out as your mind trailed back to your last hook-up with Miguel.
"You feelin' alright, doll? Bet ya I can distract ya fine enough if you let me!" Hobie offered, his tone half amused and half curious on what was causing the frown on your lips. "Are... are you ever gonna let me take you out? You know we're a good pair, right?" He asked his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he crained his neck to look at you, a smirk on his lips that seemed nothing less than geniune. Sure it was true that Hobie was interested in you but Miguel's constant presence made it difficult for you to forget the way he used to worship your body before pushing you away, leaving without any comfort or after care. Only seeing him at HQ where he acted as if he wasn't the reason for hickeys around your neck, a silent reminder that even if you weren't together back then that you were his. Although the prominent memory of Miguel refusing to let you mark his body with any type of mark ranging from gentle nips to hickeys was clear enough that he wasn't yours no matter how many longing, desperate, looks he threw your way after you stopped hooking-up with him.
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