Spiderman: Venom

Gwen had visited Felicia's apartment a few times before. Usually, it was a quick stop to pick up something, after which she'd be hurriedly sent out the front door.

This was the first time she'd actually spent any real time there. To be honest, the place was a mess.

Gwen was aware that her father was financially secure. His modest salary was supplemented by a substantial inheritance, but even the warehouse Peter had been fixing up looked better than this.

Empty instant noodle cups and snack wrappers littered the floor. The trash bin was overflowing, and the fridge contained nothing but soda and condiments. If Felicia even knew what a vegetable was, Gwen would be astonished.

Felicia noticed her leaning down to inspect the icebox, which was packed with ready-to-microwave meals.

"So, you came over to complain about my eating habits, or do you actually need something?" Felicia said with a huff. They might have grown distant after their walk in the park, but that didn't give Gwen the right to come in and judge her. She was doing her best.

"Uh, no, just, you know. Never got the grand tour of the Kitty Cat Palace before," Gwen replied with an awkward shrug.

Felicia sighed. "Cut the nonsense, Gwen. I'm tired of you stringing me along. You know I'm into girls, and you're dating Pete. Say what you have to say, then leave me alone." She grabbed a pillow and clutched it tightly.

"What do you think about Pete?" Gwen asked as she sat down across from Felicia. The chair made an odd crunching sound beneath her, and she prayed it was just some spilled chips.

"He's fine, I guess. Kinda nerdy but sweet. Why?"

"Well," Gwen admitted, "he's dating MJ now, and we've decided to try an open relationship."

Felicia frowned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Wait, so you're here to do what? Beg me for a pity date?"

Gwen rolled her eyes, grabbed the cushion from her chair, and threw it at Felicia. "Oh, shut up, Fel. No. I actually came to ask if you wanted to try something with me too, but honestly, this," she gestured around the room, "is just pathetic. School lets out, I move on, and this is how you handle it? Get it together."

Felicia caught the pillow and hurled it back, hitting Gwen in the face. "Screw you, Gwen. You're one of the only close friends I have. You. So yeah, when you ran off to hook up with Pete, it hurt. And this," she mimicked Gwen's gesture toward herself, "doesn't mean you get a free pass to toy with me."

Gwen smirked. "Oh, come on. You know I'm cute enough to get a pass. It works on Pete, and I know it works on you too."

Felicia made a face. "Please." She pulled the pillow in front of her, shielding herself. "Just leave." Her voice cracked, followed by a faint sob. "Please."

Gwen stood and moved closer to sit beside Felicia, who was now burying her face in the pillow. "Felicia."

Felicia flung the pillow aside, stood up, and kissed her. "I love you. God, I'm so stupid."

Gwen kissed her back, her hands gliding up Felicia's arms to cup her face. She peppered her lips, cheeks, and fingers with kisses.

"I know. I love you too."

Not Pete, Poison muttered in her mind.

Shut up. You'll see it doesn't have to be Pete.

Gwen's kisses traveled down Felicia's neck as she lifted her top. "Do you want to?"

Felicia gave a weak nod, sliding her hand over Gwen's bra, lifting it to squeeze the soft skin beneath.

Gwen chuckled. "Patience, girl. They're not going anywhere." But Felicia didn't care.

She had fantasized about this for years. She bent down, gently sucking on one nipple before moving to the other. Her hands roamed Gwen's body, over her toned stomach and back.

When did Gwen get so fit? Felicia wondered as she kissed between her breasts. She knew Gwen did ballet, but this was something else—like Elektra-level conditioning.

Felicia suddenly pulled away, her expression shifting from desire to sadness.

"Is everything okay?" Gwen asked, concerned.

"I, uh…" Felicia hesitated, exhaling slowly. "I had someone before this. A close friend. It never turned into anything, but… it still feels like it matters."

Gwen pulled her close, resting Felicia's head between her breasts. "So now I'm just a hookup? Poor Gwen, so irresistible even her best friend wants to devour her and leave nothing but bones," she teased.

"Gwen!" Felicia's muffled voice protested. "I'm trying to be serious here!"

Gwen sighed and slid away to sit on the couch, lowering her top. "Then be serious."

No! Do the squishy thing, the tickles, and the tingly tingles! Poison whined. We liked it! Not Pete, but good enough.

We will, baby, just wait.

We've waited long enough! No tickles from Pete, no kisses from MJ—boring, boring, boring!

"Do you like me?" Felicia asked, her eyes locked on Gwen's.

"Right now? No. I was so close, and you stopped."

Felicia scowled. "Not that. I mean—you're with Pete. So, what is this?"

"This is this, and Pete knows about it. I came to talk, but I kinda hoped your mouth would already be busy by now."

"So he's okay with it?" Felicia asked, pulling a cushion onto her lap.

"He is." Gwen wasn't about to reveal that the three of them occasionally shared a bed. This was about her and Felicia, not the others. "MJ's fine with it too. We talked it through, decided a love quadrangle was stupid. I like you, Pete likes MJ. Why not? Nobody minds, so it's your call."

Felicia's expression darkened. "My choice, huh? What if I don't want to? What if I like you but can't deal with Pete in the picture?"

Gwen laughed, kissing the top of Felicia's head. "Says the girl still hung up on her first crush." Gwen stood up. "Fel, you're stalling. Right now, you could be getting kissed wherever you wanted, but instead, you're thinking too much. Make a choice."

Gwen picked up her coat, holding it against her chest.

"I either walk out that door, and we probably lose what we have, or I strip and head to your bedroom. Not just today, not just once, but as your girlfriend. I just happen to have Pete too."

Felicia hesitated. Elektra had rejected her, claiming she was too young, but Gwen wasn't playing around. Her serious tone told Felicia that whatever she chose would redefine their relationship.

Screw Dad. Screw his stupid rules. Felicia stood. But I'm not making it easy.

Gwen seemed unusually confident, likely knowing what Felicia would decide. And Gwen was right—Felicia liked Pete just enough to accept this.

"Sorry. Let me show you to the door."

Gwen sagged. "Fine," she said, shaking her head. "I'll go." Gwen turned toward the front door, but Felicia headed straight for the bedroom and pulled off her t-shirt. "Wrong door, Gwen," she called.

Gwen froze and glanced back. She had seen Felicia naked before—locker room changes were routine during high school. But this wasn't high school anymore. When Felicia pulled her top off and tossed it toward Gwen, she found her breath catching in her throat. Felicia's figure was as full as MJ's, with firm, pale pink nipples and defined abs. She was breathtaking.

"Are you just going to stand there gawking?" Felicia teased.

Take her now! Kisses, tingles, and every tickle! Please, right now!

Poison's voice echoed in her mind, and Gwen knew with certainty what she wanted. Felicia.

She crossed the room from the door to the bedroom and pulled Felicia into her arms. One hand gripped a breast while the other slid around her back, slipping into her pants to grab her ass. "I'm not holding back."

Felicia nodded, and Gwen pushed her backward, sending her sprawling onto the bed.

"Last chance," Gwen offered, but Felicia nodded again. Without hesitation, Gwen unfastened Felicia's pants and slid them off in one smooth motion.

Felicia had imagined this moment in countless ways: soft kisses, tender touches, and a slow exploration of each other. But Gwen wasn't wasting time. She positioned herself between Felicia's legs, planting kisses on her inner thighs before gently biting them. Then, pushing Felicia's panties aside, she began circling her tongue over her clit. Felicia couldn't even get a word out.

In that instant, words didn't matter. Gwen's tongue was relentless, teasing Felicia's clit and swirling over its sensitive, swollen tip. Felicia had never experienced such intense pleasure—not even in her own private moments. Gwen had her coming almost immediately.

She moaned, biting her lip and letting out soft whimpers, her hands tangling in Gwen's hair. She pulled Gwen's face closer, grinding into her while panting and tensing, her body rocking with the waves of sensation. Gwen didn't stop. She slipped a slim finger inside Felicia.

"Oh, fuck!" Felicia gasped, half-breathless and half-moaning. As her initial orgasm subsided, it was replaced by a deep, pulsing rhythm. Gwen added a second finger, which was eagerly welcomed by Felicia's body.

Gwen knew exactly where to press, her fingers massaging Felicia's g-spot while her tongue continued to work on her clit. Felicia couldn't hold it together.

Her body shuddered as she cried out Gwen's name, collapsing in bliss while Gwen giggled and licked her fingers clean.

"I recognize that look," Gwen teased with a laugh. She climbed onto the bed and kissed Felicia's cheek tenderly. "Oh, wait—sorry," she added, glancing around for something to clean her mouth.

"Don't care," Felicia murmured, pulling Gwen down into a deep kiss. She tasted herself on Gwen's lips and found she didn't want to stop.

It was just a flavor, no different from licking anything else. But in this moment—tasting it on Gwen, the girl she'd fantasized about for years—it was intoxicating. She covered Gwen's face with kisses, slipping her arms under Gwen's to pull her into a tight hug.

Gwen giggled, planting a kiss on the top of Felicia's head and stroking her hair. "I'm not going anywhere. We can keep going."

Felicia nodded eagerly, and Gwen pulled her upright, smiling as she kissed her lips softly. "Lie down properly on the bed."

Felicia adjusted herself on the pillows, lying back as Gwen straddled her, hovering over her hips. Warm breath teased Felicia's thighs as Gwen moved into position.

"Once more, Kitty Cat," Gwen whispered, dipping her head to place a kiss on the thin strip of hair atop Felicia's pubic mound.

Gwen felt Felicia's hands sliding up her thighs, followed by soft kisses.

Good, good! Took long enough. Make her soft and gooey for the sweet treat!

What are you talking about?

We're experts at making the good things—the whizz-bangs and fizzy feels. We'll teach you.

Gwen ignored Poison and kissed Felicia's thighs softly. Felicia's clit was still flushed and swollen, but Gwen was determined to savor the moment and not rush.

Not too fast! Did you make her climax yet?

Climax? What's that? We made her go swoosh-boom-splat! Now she can do it for uuuus!

Poison's voice faded as Felicia finally found her courage. Tentatively, her tongue flicked over Gwen's entrance, tasting her. After a moment of hesitation, she slid it inside.

Gwen's moans grew louder, her thoughts scattering.

You started this! Stop. Let me enjoy it.

But she couldn't focus. Felicia's fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles as her tongue explored deeper.

"Fuck!" Gwen cried out as her body gave in, an orgasm crashing over her with Felicia's tongue and Poison's voice urging her on.

Stop, stop, please—no more! Gwen's mind screamed, but neither Felicia nor Poison relented.

Felicia was enjoying herself. The taste was unique but strangely good. When Gwen's body tensed and spasmed, then slumped on top of her, Felicia couldn't help but laugh.

"Shit, Gwen." She shifted to peer around Gwen's leg and saw her red face and fluttering eyelids.

"Did I just knock her out?"

Gently, Felicia pushed Gwen off her, watching her twitch and murmur softly.

Hell yes, I did! Take that, Parker!

Felicia gazed at Gwen's peaceful expression, her soft moans and twitches adorable to watch. But a pang of jealousy lingered. She wished moments like these were hers alone, without having to share Gwen with anyone else.