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Crash! Slam!
Adriana leaps over a swarm of mechanical arms as they smash into the wall behind her. Their fingers grasp at air, then retract back to its owner, who adjusts her goggles with a resounding “tsk”.
Coño, that was a little too close for comfort. Adriana swung her shoulder around to stretch, still not quite warmed up yet.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay still, little insect?” Dr. Olivia Octavius flipped her curly hair as she came towards her foe, using her robotic limbs to creep across the floor at an alarming speed. “That would make this a lot easier, you know”
The young Spider-Woman slides out of reach from the doctor’s arms as they continue to grope forward, and gives her a quick once over. She’d seen many a Doc Ock during her time with the Spider Society, across dozens of dimensions. This one was similar to the others; brown hair, annoyingly smart, and adept at using her mechanical arms in battle.
“Easier for you, or for me?” Adriana retorts, taking refuge atop a collapsed beam and leaning against the wall in a sassy manner. “Because, like, I don’t see how getting captured and dissected is easy for me.”
“Oh it doesn’t need to be painful, there’s more than one way to skin a spider.” Dr. Octavius’ toothy grin stretched across her face like a jack-o-lantern.
“That is not the saying, lady!” Adriana swung to a higher ledge, taunting the scientist by staying just out range.
Doc Ock closes in, arms stretching out to snatch up the younger woman, but is interrupted by Adriana’s companion swinging into her with the entire force of his muscular body, briefly knocking the doctor aside.
“Well hey there, Mr. Wrecking Ball. Nice hit.” Adriana says, eyeing up her sqaudmate’s toned body. He dusts himself off and turns to face her.
“You. Kid.” Miguel points, and she can feel his disapproving glare from underneath his mask. “Stop toying around and help me capture her. I really don’t wanna regret bringing you along.”
Adriana inwardly rolls her eyes. What was a little quipping and teasing here and there? Literally every other spider person she’d met partook in some lighthearted banter with their friends and enemies alike. But no, not Miguel O’Hara. He was above all that, always had to do things so irritatingly serious, no room for fun. So droll.
When she was chosen to go on this mission with him, she was admittedly a little bit excited. Dr. Octavius made for a fun foe, and this one had holed herself up in a makeshift laboratory in an empty warehouse, so who knew what kind of wacky inventions and gadgets there were to find!
Plus, as much as Miguel was a stick in the mud, he was certainly very… easy on the eyes. Doing an assignment with just the two of them sounded almost intimate. Adriana would get to see him do his thing up close, in the heat of battle. Perhaps if she was lucky, she’d get to see him brandish his vampiric fangs; it was something she’d heard the other spider-people talk about, but had never actually witnessed herself.
However, the fantasy in her head was much more fun than the serious, and, quite frankly, boring reality.
“Sí, señor.” She says in a deadpan voice as she lazily swings down to his side, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “So, I distract, you go for the kill?”
“Seems like that’s what you’re best at.” He brandishes his claws and scales his way up to a vantage point, akin to a panther planning to stalk its prey from above. A huge, buff, brooding panther.
Okay, little rude, Miguel. Adriana thinks to herself as she swings over to face Dr. Octavius once more. The older woman rises from the rubble, dusting herself off.
“You again? Isn’t it your friend’s turn in the comedy routine?” She speaks casually as she throws bits of rock and debris in Adriana’s direction. She easily dodges and webs her way through it.
“Yeah, comedy’s not so much his thing. Like, at all.” Dodge, web, web. “Besides, I thought you and I had something special? Weren’t you going to dissect me or skin me or something?” Web, web, dodge, web. Yawn.
“Haven’t decided yet, hon!” All four of her arms are focused on grabbing her current opponent, but she keeps a wary eye on her surroundings. Adriana decides she’ll have to do something risky to get her full attention.
“You know,” Adriana says, while shooting her webs into position for her plan. “I feel like we’d get along if we weren’t enemies! Also if you toned down the creepy dissection talk.” She has a near miss with the doctor’s outstretched claws as they smack into a whiteboard screen, shattering it to pieces.
“You’re right, you’re right. We should grab a cup of coffee after this! Are we bringing your friend along?” Doc Ock shouts, her eyes scouting out where Miguel might be.
“Oh, pff, sure, he loves that kind of thing.” Adriana places the last web into position. Perfect. Now to just find the opportunity…
There.
Adriana finds an opening in the mass of tentacles while the doctor is looking away, and launches her body through it, landing in her makeshift web. It stretches and bounces back with a loud snap, slingshotting her through the air at mach speed.
“¡Detrás de ti, doctora!” Adriana shouts out as her body hurdles towards Doc Ock. She’s taken aback by the young spider’s bold maneuver; so much so that she lacks the time to get out of the way, and Adriana snatches her goggles off her face as she whizzes by. Dr. Octavius cries out in pain and surprise, then gives Adriana a fiery death stare.
“You cocky little-”
BAM.
The doctor promptly gets crushed by a giant piece of machinery. Adriana looks up towards the ceiling and sees Miguel descending from above, landing in front of her with power and grace as his feet touch the ground.
“That seemed like overkill.” Adriana places a hand on her hip.
“There’s not a Doc Ock in any universe that would be killed just from that. So, no, not really.” Miguel says, twisting his wrist.
Adriana keeps a close eye on his back muscles as he pushes the machine to the side. Dios mío, I always forget just how jacked he is. Ugh, if only he didn’t have the personality of a mop.
She spins around on her heel to take in her post-fight surroundings. The lab is a mess (well, it already was, Olivia Octavius did not have a neat personality), and there are all sorts of strange devices sprawling across the floor, tables, and countertops.
“Hey Miguel, any interest in this stuff?” The young, curious woman calls out over her shoulder, picking up an object that vaguely resembles a hairdryer.
“No. Déjalo.” He’s busy pressing buttons on his watch, trapping the doctor in a secure force field.
“You could at least take a quick look, y’know…” Adriana mutters to herself.
Scanning the remains of the lab, Adriana takes notice of a shelf in a corner that somehow had managed to stay upright during the chaos. It was mostly empty, only a few folders and a jar of metal screws on the bottom shelves. What catches her attention is a row of shiny looking flasks and beakers, seated somewhat neatly on the highest ledge.
Huh. Never met a Doc Ock that was into chemistry. Too nosy to leave it be, and too lazy to climb the shelf manually, she shoots out a web at one of the flasks, and yanks it towards her.
Unfortunately for her, when she pulls the flask in her direction, it also knocks into several of the vials surrounding it, causing a domino effect and knocking them right off the shelf. With a yelp, Adriana leaps towards the shelf and catches the glass containers as they fall.
Miguel snaps his head in his associate’s direction.
“Kid, what the hell are you doing?”
Adriana winces at both his tone and his continued insistence to refer to her as ‘kid’. She sheepishly starts putting the bottles back onto the lower shelves as Miguel angrily stomps her way. She feels as if she’d gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Maybe there’s a good reason he calls you ‘kid’ all the time, Adriana. She thought to herself, cursing in Spanish under her breath.
“Relájate, I was messing around, wanted to know what was in these vials, and some of them mayyyy have fallen off the shelf. But don’t worry, crisis averted!”
Her spider sense feels it before it happens. The last flask, a bright pink one, wobbles and falls from the top. Adriana would have caught it easily, if not for the fact that her hands were full of all the other containers of which she had knocked over. She can only watch as it shatters on the hard concrete floor, releasing a thick puff of smoke that trails upwards; just in time for the plume to catch Miguel as he steps up next to her.
He’s still wearing his mask, and yet his glare tells Adriana exactly how much anger is being sent her way. He snatches the glasses in her arms and roughly sets them on the shelf, nearly shattering more in the process.
“Dammit, kid, I told you to leave it alone .” The strength of his voice is enough to make her legs tremble and stomach flop, as well as cause a… reaction between her legs. Adriana closes her eyes and wonders why, oh why did I have to be born a masochist?
“Lo siento, Miguel, I didn’t mean to-” Her apology is cut short by the much stronger man slamming both his arms against the wall behind her, boxing her in and bringing the two of them directly face to face.
“Can you not follow a simple order? Do you need an… an example, or something?!” His breathing has become shallow, his large chest heaving in and out. “Hijuemadre, I can’t… focus…”
Something’s wrong.
“Hey, are you alright…?”
“Clearly, no . What the shock was in that vial…?” He pulls off his mask, and Adriana realizes how flushed his face is. His pupils are dilated, his mouth agape as he attempts to steady his breathing.
Oh, there’s his fangs… She shakes her head to snap herself back to the moment at hand and scans her eyes towards the floor, finding the flask’s label among the shattered glass by her feet. Miguel’s frame doesn’t allow her to move much, so she pulls it into her hand with a quick web. There’s no descriptor as for what the concoction does, but- ah, perfect. There’s a list of used ingredients on the back. Adriana’s eyes rapidly zig zag back and forth as she reads the components. She knows all about chemistry, she can figure out-
Oh. Her heart freezes for a split second as her brain puts together just what those chemicals do when mixed together. This is a pheromonic elixir. A powerful one, specifically for men, it would seem.
Adriana swallows hard, her mouth suddenly dry. Her eyes are wide, turning to look at Miguel with the cautiousness of disarming a bomb. His breathing has steadied, his eyes become more focused on her. His prey. She takes a peek down towards his lower body and sees-
A sharp intake of breath fills her lungs. Yep, it’s there. Visible through his skintight suit is the outline of his erection.
A million thoughts race through the young spider’s head, and she’s at a loss as for which one to focus on.
Miguel’s claws dig into the wall as he tightens his grip, buff arms still at either side of the smaller woman. Flecks of drywall and paint crumble down around her. Good lord, he’s strong. And terrifying. The feeling between her legs grows stronger.
“The vial, it, uh… it’s a pheromone.” Adriana says. “So, that’d be why you’re… feeling that way.”
He speaks under his breath, slurring his speech to the point where she can’t understand him. Then again, louder this time.
“I… need re… relief…” He finally gets out. “Can’t… keep… holding this… back.” She can swear that his eyes are glowing. “This… this is your fault. ”
Uh oh. He’s still angry. Maybe even angrier now? Adriana laughs nervously and pulls off her mask, her face flushed. It was getting hot as hell in here. She coiled a finger around her curly black hair.
“Well, you know, it’s a good thing I’m cute, right…?” Her glib smile and awkward laugh does nothing but add to Miguel’s growing hate lust.
“On your knees. Now. ”
Gulp.
Her laugh turns into a long, drawn out sigh, and she sinks to the floor. Well, she thinks, at least I’ll finally get to see his dick.
Admittedly, Adriana had fantasized about sexual encounters with her boss before. His personality may not have been a fun one to be around, but dammit, she couldn’t help but find his aggressive attitude sexy.
This situation was hot, yes; but it wasn’t ideal. A more comfortable environment would have been preferable, as well as one where she doesn't get in trouble afterwards. Mierda. But, I guess you take what you can get.
Her hands trace the outline of his hard-on, searching for a fastener to set it free from its skintight prison. As she finds it and pulls, Miguel’s gaze meets hers. Now, this was an angle Adriana had been curious about experiencing. Her, on her knees and at his mercy, him, looming over her like a god presides over his worshippers. She licks her lips. Damn masochism.
She undoes the zipper, and carefully pulls out his dick. It stands tall and proud, casting a shadow over her face.
Jesus, it’s huge .
Adriana had expected it to be a good size, but… she was suddenly a bit worried about being able to fit this monster in her mouth. For a moment, she wonders if the pheromone juice is at play here. But recounting the ingredients in her head, she didn’t recall anything that enhanced any… features. He’s just had a massive dick this whole time, it would seem.
“Apúrate.” Miguel grumbles impatiently. He grabs hold of her head with his clawed hand, her dark hair twisting around his fingers.
Yeah, yeah, I get the message.
Gingerly wrapping her fingers around his girth, she peers back up at him and starts to stroke, wanting to take in his reactions. He flinches, then bites his lip as she begins, his cock twitching in her hand. His eyes are hazy and full of longing.
Oh, he needs it bad.
Attempting to hide the mischievous smirk that comes to her face, Adriana continues to stroke, at a painstakingly slow pace. Miguel’s claws dig deeper into the wall and sweat rolls down his face. Taking pleasure in his growing lack of patience, Adriana feels… powerful. In control.
But she knows it won’t last for much longer.
“You know, I wonder…” She says while reducing her pace, much to her partner’s chagrin. “...what would happen if I didn’t take care of this for you? After all, it’s not like you asked nicely.”
A savage growl escapes from deep inside Miguel as he strengthens his grip on his mate, pulling at her hair.
“ ¡Chúpamela! ”
His cock makes contact with her lips as he forces Adriana’s face against his crotch.
Ah, there’s the loss of control.
“I am sick ” he says, “and tired of your goddamn games, chica. You and I both don’t want to find out what happens if this goes on too long. So get on with it. ”.
He places emphasis on his words very carefully, his expression not unlike a wild beast. Intimidating? Yes. Erotic? Oh hell yes.
“Está bien.” She responds, bringing her lips to his dark brown tip. I may be in for a universe or two of trouble after this, but shit, it’s worth it.
She rolls her tongue around the pinnacle of his cock, then doesn’t waste any more time and slides it deep into her jaws. His masculine scent fills her nose and causes Adriana to salivate. She had practiced for moments like this with sex toys before, but damn, that wasn’t comparable to a real man’s dick. Especially when it was attached to her incredibly sexy superior. She was loving this.
Miguel’s shoulders relaxed, probably for the first time in days. He lets out a slow breath, relishing in the relief his partner brings him.
“Muy bien… más.” He mumbles at first, but then gives her the order with a firm, resounding tone.
More? Well, I’ll try.
Adriana slides it slowly into her hungry mouth, slightly pulling off, and then returning just a little bit deeper each time. Loud slurping noises can surely be heard all throughout the gigantic room. He coaxes her further on, hissing and pushing the back of her head onto him with controlled strength. She takes in more, and more, and still more, until-
She’s found her limit. Adriana gags on his dick and pulls off, gasping for air and wiping the saliva from her lips.
“S-sorry, that’s as deep as I go, big guy.” She rests her hand on his inner thigh for balance as she looks back up at him. He returns her gaze, and appears to be thinking for a moment.
“...no, I don’t think so.” Miguel grasps Adriana’s smaller frame, holding her in his arms and lifting her up into the air with ease.
“Whoa, what- ¡ay!” He flips her upside down like he was a sign spinner, keeping her face pressed against his crotch and bringing his head between her legs. Before she can even properly react, he’s already torn her suit and exposed her completely down there.
“Coño, you owe me for repairing the suit, you hear?” She says angrily. Miguel doesn’t respond. Either he doesn’t care to, or he’s too focused on his new fixation.
Though she was annoyed about the suit, Adriana was thrilled with this development. She had been noticeably wet since he first pinned her against the wall, and planned on getting off at some point during all this.
She licks his dick like a popsicle as he wordlessly kisses all along her inner thighs and pelvis, coming closer and closer to her center. She could feel his hot breath on her cunt; fuck, it was driving her mad. With a muffled whimper, she slid his erection back into her mouth and sucked. Mercifully, he mirrors her action and begins his feast.
Adriana nearly loses her grip on his powerful thighs, but he holds her tightly, securing his meal in place and circling his tongue around her clit. She cries out his name, which comes out muffled and hoarse. She doesn’t even notice just how deeply his cock is lodged in her throat; his tongue is too good, too precise to take notice of much else at this time.
“Mmglll…” She attempts to utter his name once more, and this time, he responds with a deep grunt. The reverb sends a shiver through her body, and she only now realizes that she’s nearly deepthroated his manhood at this point.
That practice was so worth it.
Her legs are wrapped carefully around his head as she salaciously rolls her tongue around the base of his shaft. He reacts in kind, keeping her held down onto his cock and giving deep, unrushed licks with purpose.
Fuck, god, I’m so damn close. Adriana whines with desperation whenever Miguel finishes a stroke with his tongue. Though his touch is passionate, it’s at a rate just slow enough where she is barely kept on edge. I can’t take this for much longer- shit, I need it.
She grabs his backside, fingers splayed out, and uses her newfound leverage to push herself on and off his dick with rapid pace.
That gets his attention. Miguel plunges his tongue into her wetness and growls like a carnivore. What happens after that, Adriana really couldn’t say; her orgasm hits like a blinding rapture, sending her to an unknown place of raw, primal exhilaration. Her sense of touch outweighs all the rest of her senses, only vaguely hearing Miguel’s animalistic snarls and the echoes of her own pleasured screams.
She comes back down to earth, shaken, and briefly unaware of her surroundings. She’s quickly reminded of the current situation when Miguel flips her around once more, slamming her roughly against the wall and locking their hips together. He’s out of breath as well, yet still has a voracious look in his dark eyes, his sharp teeth bared. Adriana glances downwards and sees his swelling cock pressed firm against her pelvis.
She gets her second wind and brushes the hair out of her eyes. Her masochism takes over. Time to mess with him again.
“Cuidado, Miguel. You don’t want to break me before you have a chance to finish, do you?” Adriana says coyly. The hunger and lust in his eyes is still apparent, but he lets out his classic exasperated sigh. Yep, that’s still him in there.
“I swear, if it turns out you somehow planned this…” Miguel’s eyes narrow in an attempt to get a read on her. She feels his member thrusting against her exposed and soaked cunt, and, like the brat she is, Adriana decides to push it even further.
“Ahah, no, but I kinda wish I did. I would’ve worn cuter panties” Adriana winks and clicks her tongue. “Or no panties, actually. Unless you wanted black lace and stockings? Hmm, or how about cute lacy ones? You seem like a pretty basic guy so-”
“ ¡Cállate la puta boca! ”
Miguel finally loses what little patience he had left, and rams himself deep into Adriana with the force of a truck.
Holy. Shit.
She draws in a raspy breath of air, and lets it out in a form of a gasp. He fills her with the entirety of his cock, and fuck, it’s filling.
And yet… Adriana keeps pushing her luck. Gripping his messy hair in her hand, she gives Miguel a smug grin as he lays into her.
“Make me, cabrón. ”
Miguel’s rage boils over as he smashes his lips into hers, finally succeeding in getting her to shut up. She giggles softly and bites at his lower lip, and he responds by sharply biting hers. I’ve won.
Adriana runs her fingers through his hair as they kiss, Miguel boldly shoving within her and slamming into the wall. If it wasn’t for her heightened strength, this likely would have been painful. O’Hara was not a gentle lover. More drywall flutters down onto the ground around them as they go at it, each attempting to outdo the other with their french kissing. His lips are so soft, yet he presses them against hers so firmly. And his fangs. She can feel them scrape against her every so often. Good lord. It was luscious.
Miguel breaks away from the kiss to nip at her exposed neck, and Adriana cocks her head to the side, happy to oblige. She releases a resonant moan as his sharp teeth brush against her delicate skin, his cock pushing in balls deep.
“Mm, yes…” Adriana swirls her legs around his fit waist and wraps her arms around his sturdy shoulders, locking him into an embrace. God, how she loved his body. “Quiero más…”
A strange sound came from Miguel. Was that… a laugh? No, couldn’t be.
“You want more, chica? Fine.” He whispers into her ear, right before her body collides on top of a nearby table, belly side down. Startled, she makes a cry of protest and attempts to face Miguel, who is now behind her. However, she’s quickly sated by him grabbing her neck in his right hand, and reaching around to play with her pussy with his left.
“Dios mío, yes, like that…” Adriana purred, thrilled to bits that Miguel was not a selfish lover. His dick had slipped out with the change of positions, which he promptly rectified by slowly securing it back into its proper, tight place. He then resumed where he had left off, fucking her hard right there on the table.
Typically, Adriana is a ‘one and done’ kind of girl, but she can tell that another torrent of pleasure is coming her way, and soon.
“M-Miguel…” She looks at him out of the corner of her eye, and what she sees is an expression she never could have imagined of him. He’s smirking- actually smiling , showing off his canines with sadism written all over his face.
“Chica cachonda.” Two of his fingers trace the outline of her clit as he fills her with his cock, causing her to whimper. His opposite hand pulls at her costume, revealing her bare shoulder. Goosebumps rise throughout her body as he comes in close, his gravelly voice filling her ear. “We’re done when I say we’re done.”
His vampiric fangs sink into her flesh, and her world turns into a mass of colors and lights once more.
“ ¡Ay, sí papi! ”
Hurdling into another orgasm, Adriana twitches and writhes in Miguel’s grip. He stays firm, overwhelming all her senses. Thrusting into her, rubbing her clit, and biting into her skin… it’s all so much. She screams out expletives, in English and in Spanish both.
I am so, so glad I got picked for this mission. The thought comes to her through the haze.
As the fog disappears, she’s finally satisfied, glowing in her post-ecstacy state. Only-
Miguel hasn’t slowed down. In fact, he’s only picking up more speed and power as the seconds go by, his dick starting to throb. He bites her neck again with a low growl, leaving yet another mark behind.
He’s still hungry.
And he’s not pulling out.
Adriana’s eyes widen in panic. This is going to be a problem.
“Miguel, you’re not- ah! You’re not finishing inside, are you? Miguel! Coño, do you want to knock me up?!”
Adriana twists her body to face him, and he responds by seizing one of her legs and lifting it up over his shoulder, penetrating as deep as anatomy will allow. Gritting his teeth, the look in his eyes is almost inhuman . His glower shakes Adriana down to her core, and she has her realization.
Oh… that’s exactly what he wants, isn’t it?
Like an animal in heat, Miguel absolutely ravages her body in a desperate attempt to get off. The pheromones must have deeply set into his system by this point; he looks almost unrecognizable in this frenzied state. His claws dig into her soft flesh as he finally reaches the peak he had been looking for this whole time.
“¡Tómala toda, putita!”
With that, he lurches forward and erupts inside Adriana’s tight hole, stuffing it to the brim until it overflows. His face is buried in her neck as he utters more obscenities, her fingers clutching his dark brown hair.
“¡Ah, Miguel, demasiado!” She yanks at his curls, wincing from another one of his bites. His climax is filling . Wow. Her nails scratch across his back, as he continues his barrage of thrusts.
She feels one last potent shot enter her inner walls, and finally, Miguel starts to come to a stop. Both of them panting hard, she can feel his muscles relax as he lays atop her.
He lifts his head, coming nose to nose with Adriana and caressing her cheek in one hand. His tenderness takes her aback, his shadowy and tired eyes meeting her gaze in the middle. His thumb runs over her cheek, a pang of concern spreading across his face. The pheromones appear to have left his system, and he seems to be at a loss as for how to react to his actions. He opens his mouth to speak, but Adriana interrupts him, giving Miguel a thumbs up and exhausted, but happy grin.
“I’m fine. Good thing I’m a masochist, yeah?” She laughs harder than she meant to, the fatigue setting into her chest.
Miguel exhales in relief, and now instead bears a furrowed brow and narrowed eyes.
“How many times did I tell you to be careful? About 12 times before the mission, and 50 times during?” He rises to his feet, zipping up the fastener to his lower region. “ This was why.”
Aaaaaand he’s back. Adriana sighed, not excited for the less fun part of this ordeal.
“Oh, did you start this job thinking that you just might knock me up? My bad, I wasn’t clued in. I’ll bring condoms next time.” She says mockingly, rising to a seated position.
Miguel holds his hands to his temples, his forehead crease intensifying.
“Dios mío, this girl…” He grabs a rag and a lab coat from a nearby countertop and tosses them at Adriana’s face. “Come on, we need to get back. We’ll figure out your… status later.”
Adriana cleans herself off and covers up, surprised. He had gone off on her with much more anger for much less, in previous instances. Perhaps blowing off steam did some good for him. Although, she did feel a little guilty about causing problems.
I’ll apologize later. She resolved. For now, she wanted to enjoy this calmer, slightly loosened up version of her boss, and bask in the fact that the two of them had just partaken in a pretty hardcore session.
“Not a word of this to anyone else, understood?” Miguel says sternly, pushing the unconscious Dr. Octavius into the newly opened portal.
Adriana blows her bangs out of her face with a huff.
Yeah, that’s going to be difficult. Keeping secrets is not one of her skills. Especially something as juicy as ‘I had sex with the boss’.
“I’ll be straight with you, I can’t make any promises there.” She shrugs. “Also, what do I tell people if they ask about the ripped suit? It’s not exactly torn in a typical spot. And all the… love bites. ” She gestures towards both the extremely obvious hole in the crotch of her outfit, and her exposed shoulder, riddled with dark marks.
Miguel lets out an extra long, drawn out exhale and sucks his teeth. He thinks for a moment, placing his hands on his hips and facing away.
“You know my address, right? In the city?” He speaks with his back to her, the glow from the portal cascading around his masculine form.
“I… do.” She responds, tucking the lab coat he had thrown at her over her tattered costume.
“Then meet me there after we wrap up the mission. We’ll talk, chica.”
Adriana can’t hold back a pleased expression. Chica. A much better sounding nickname than ‘kid’, in her eyes. And this sensitive side of his… She was looking forward to exploring more of that later. Adriana tucks a lock of hair behind her ear as she walks up next to Miguel.
“Sounds good to me, papi.” She winks.
He turns to face her, his expression hard to read. It certainly was no smile, but the usual look of annoyance was missing from his face as well. He simply… stares. Taking in the sight of the woman he had just made love to, and possibly impregnated. Adriana gets the feeling that he might have something to say, but the moment comes and goes. At least for the time being.
Miguel steps through the portal, and Adriana follows. She has the feeling that their talk later would be very different from all the previous ones.