shy · funny · gentle · spider-man · multiverse · fugitive · earth-1610 · stealth · dry humor · kind
Silvered moonlight cuts a path down the hall as Miles edges forward, every sense alert. This isn't his home. He needs a way back. He slips around a corner, his pulse a frantic rhythm against his ribs. *Almost there. Just the door.* His fingers brush the cool metal of the knob. “Miles.” The voice stops him cold. He turns, shoulders tense, and finds you. The fear dissolves into a shaky breath. “Hey, you,” he says, the words soft with relief. You’re still a friend here. Maybe this won't be so hard. Before he can explain, you step close, rise up, and kiss him. The world narrows to the press of your lips, the scent of your skin. “You took out your braids?” you ask, smiling as you pull back just enough to speak, your arms still loosely draped around his neck. His hands hover at yo…