four: we look like a couple of teens
୨ৎspider!reader x kate bishop
read the previous part here
When Kate comes to find you at Cindy Moon’s safehouse, it gives you the opportunity to finally show her how you truly feel about her
୨ৎtags/warnings: ❍mostly fluff & comfort ❍flirty banter ❍caretaker!kate ❍mentions of bruises/wounds ❍making out ❍late-night sex ❍cunnilingus/clit stimulation (Kate receiving) ❍4.9k words ❍ men and minors dni
୨ৎa/n: the fact that part four turned out so soft (because warning: it's VERY soft) is more so for me than it is anyone else, but i hope you enjoy this continuation of the series regardless. also, there might be another Kate request coming tomorrow or the day after. [depends on if i can get into my flow state or not, but be on the lookout! <3 ]
You wake up from the haze of your dream feeling misplaced. It takes you a moment to adjust to the space you’re in. To realize that you’d fallen asleep alone on a pull-out couch at Cindy’s safehouse and not in a nameless liminal space with Kate in your arms. And oh, you could still see it. Kate’s eyes, her smile, her hand in yours. And then her whispered plea for you not to go. That’s what aches the most.
It had been five days since you and Cindy escaped to her safehouse in Brooklyn; an innocuous one-story apartment that Cindy said she acquired through her “weird, but useful” contact. It’s also been five days since your unsuccessful attempt to capture Ana Kravinoff, since your biggest secret was revealed to the one person you tried to shelter it from, and five days since you turned your back on your best friend. A thing you vowed to never, ever do.
Every time you thought about the look in Kate’s eyes that night, the sad way she’d said “The only person who’s hurt me is you”, you got that awful pang in your chest all over again.
You were being a coward. And what’s worse, you knew you were. How the hell was it fair that you got mad at her because you kept a secret? How is it fair that you were the one avoiding her? The short answer is that it wasn’t, and you could’ve easily bridged the gap by now. You could’ve easily called or texted and explained yourself. But what would you even say? ‘Kate, I’m sorry I lied to you for years about my powers and my double life, and I love you more than life itself, please forgive me’ ? Well, that would certainly be a start, wouldn’t it?
That’s how you spend the next hour—lying sprawled out on the couch with your hood up while your eyes track the lazily spinning ceiling fan above you. Clearing your head is temporary, and it’s not long before your ever-present brain fog gives way to thoughts of Kate again.
You and Kate never went this long without talking. In fact, the only falling out you ever had with her was once in the sixth grade, when you’d both been vying for a lead role in a play in your theatre class. But that fight had lasted all of twenty-four hours tops before Kate showed up at your door with cookies she knew you loved and a “Peace Treaty” she’d made with construction paper and glitter pens of various colors.
The fight was forgotten, Kate wound up getting the lead role, and you’d supported her on opening night with flowers, ever the good sport. But this didn't feel like that. This felt like you'd royally fucked up and only a miracle would get you back into Kate's good graces.
Cindy had been checking on you for the last hour—casually poking her head in the den doorway with a “you good?” moving on when you gave her the same nonverbal head nod of confirmation. But this time, however, she walks right in. She props her body against the doorway, folding her arms over her chest. “I know it’s not my business,” she starts. “But I really think you should call your friend.”
You pick at a loose thread on the couch. "I can't."
Cindy's brow arches. "And why can't you?"
"Look what's already happened, C," you sigh, gesturing with your arms. "I tried to keep her away from all of this because I thought I was keeping her safe. But I didn't. I failed. She almost got killed because of me. And she probably hates me now. Probably regrets ever even meeting me,"
"Oh please, she does not hate you," Cindy scoffs, rolling her eyes at your melodrama. "I'm sure she's all kinds of frazzled, confused, maybe even angry, which she probably deserves to be. But she does not hate you. She wouldn't have followed you into imminent danger like a reckless idiot if she wasn’t in love with you.”
Your head snaps up, your eyes accusatory, but Cindy meets your scandalized gaze with a smirk. "Yes, I said love. That girl thinks the sun rises and sets on you, it’s so obvious. And also y/n, I'm not an idiot. I know you're in love with her too."
You press your lips together, choosing not to dignify that with a response even as a tender ache blossoms in the center your chest.
The chime of the doorbell saves you from having to reply, and you’re grateful for the interruption.
"You expecting someone?" you ask.
"Just pizza. And perfect timing. I was about to gnaw my own arm off." Cindy says.
"Isn't it a little early for pizza?" you ask, sitting up on the couch.
"It's a quarter past one, y/n. You're the one who woke up late," Cindy explains with a snicker before heading down the hall to the front door.
Only a moment later, Cindy returns to the doorway of the den. You’re about to ask her why she’s still empty-handed, when a familiar figure fills the doorway beside her. Kate.
"I... think this one's for you," Cindy says.
You use your temporary shocked silence to take in her presence. Kate’s ponytail is messy like she’d done it in haste. Her hands are shoved in the pockets of her coat and when her eyes land on you, they widen, her chest rising and falling quicker as if her nerves are getting the upper hand.
Your heart squeezes as you register the dark circles underneath Kate’s eyes. She hadn’t been sleeping well, and that was most likely your fault.
"Yeah, hi," Kate breathes out.
"Can I ask how you found this place?" Cindy asks, turning from you to Kate.
Kate fishes her phone out of her pocket, giving Cindy a sheepish grin. "Uh...y/n never turned off her location."
Cindy turns slowly back to face you, a world of judgment in her dark eyes. You feel yourself cowering under her dubious gaze. Cindy didn’t scare you. Except for the times when she kind of did.
“Guess that explains how she found us at Ana’s,” Cindy mutters, her eyes still on you. “Good to know.” Finally, she steps aside. “I’ll give you two some privacy.”
Kate nods to her awkwardly. “Nice to meet you, by the way. It’s Silk, right?”
“When I’m kicking villain ass, it is,” Cindy replies. “But in my civvies, it’s Cindy. Nice to meet you too, Famous Kate,” And then she disappears back down the hall, grumbling about the late pizza delivery, and leaving you alone with Kate.
You’re surprised to find that the silence that falls over the two of you is the slightest bit awkward. You’ve never experienced an awkward silence with Kate like this, but you suppose there’s a first time for everything.
You also know that you owe Kate the biggest apology for being a dick, and if you don’t rip the bandaid off now, you may not get the nerve later. “Look, if anyone should be mad here, it’s definitely you, Kate,” you start. “I should’ve told you everything, you’re right. I was wrong to keep such a big secret from you. Especially when there have never been secrets between us before,”
Kate doesn’t reply at first. But from the way she fidgets with her hands and stares at you, you can tell that she’s not angry. She clearly wants to give you the floor to say everything you need to. Or she’s gearing up to curse you out. Two things can be true.
“I was scared,” you say quietly. “And when I’m scared, I shut people out. I shut you out. And you didn’t deserve that,”
“You should know by now that you don’t need to shut me out,” Kate replies softly. “I would’ve been able to take it,”
You give her a look and she huffs out a breath. “Okay, fine, I probably would’ve freaked out in a major way. But I would’ve gotten over the initial shock of my best friend being a vigilante, and then our lives would’ve gone back to normal. Or…mostly normal. And it would’ve just been a cool thing between us,”
You smile, your shoulders sagging. And then, something occurs to you. “How’d you know to look for me at Ana’s warehouse?” you ask. “Or rather…what tipped you off,”
Kate smiles sadly, fishing in her pocket before pulling out a familiar charm bracelet.
“My bracelet?” You muse aloud as Kate steps forward and hands it to you.
“I found it,” she says. “Or rather…Lucky did when we were outside of Louie’s bodega. Right after another run-in with Spider-Woman. Like right after,” You swallow hard as Kate continues.
“The puzzle pieces started to slip into place. But I couldn’t be sure, so…that’s when I tracked your location. And it brought me to that seedy warehouse. You and Silk, or…I guess Cindy were fighting that Russian woman, the one who’s been in the news a lot lately for hunting Spider-People,”
“Ana Kravinoff,” you supply.
“Right,” Kate nods. “I don’t think it clicked at first that you were Spider-Woman, though. Not until…your mask got torn and I saw…your face…” Kate wrings her hands nervously.
You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry,” you say earnestly. “I should’ve told you…and I definitely should’ve took better care of this charm bracelet you gave me,” you clasp it back onto your wrist and Kate smiles.
But then her gaze flits down, catching on the bruises and scars blotched across your arms. And that seems to be the moment when your ribs remind you how tender they are. You grunt, clutching your side.
“You have a first aid kit somewhere?” Kate asks.
“In the bathroom down the hall,” you say, wincing to sit up straight even though your sore muscles protest. “Second door on the right. Kit’s under the sink,”
Kate disappears down the hall and you hear the soft clatter of drawers being opened and contents spilling out. Then, Kate re-emerges with said kit and sets it on the coffee table before taking the seat next to you on the couch. Her knee brushes yours in the process.
She opens the kit with careful hands, casting you a glance over her shoulder. “You’re probably gonna have to take your shirt off,” she says.
You manage a smirk. “You know there are smoother ways to get me naked, Bishop,”
Kate snorts softly at that. “Trust me, y/n. If I was trying to get you naked, you’d know.”
You smile but comply, shrugging off your t-shirt to reveal your sports bra underneath. Your bruises look much worse in the daylight, you can admit that. Kate lets her eyes travel down the expanse of your torso: your neck to your shoulders, and then down your spine. An inexplicable heat seems to gather beneath your skin everywhere Kate’s eyes go.
Finally, Kate lifts a cold pack and presses it gently to a darker bruise on your shoulder blade. You wince on impact.
“You scared the hell out of me, y’know,” Kate’s voice is just above a whisper.
“I know,” you sighed. “But…for what it’s worth, you scared me too. I didn’t know you’d follow me,”
“I’m sort of glad I did,” Kate says, moving the cold pack over a pace, apologizing softly when this makes you wince again. “But it’s kinda nice to be in on the secret now. Even if it took you years to tell me,”
Guilt slides through your gut. You turn your head to the side, enough to view Kate. “I’m sorry, Katie,” you say earnestly. “I truly am. I just thought keeping you in the dark meant keeping you safe,”
“Hey, I live in Manhattan. Safety is a gamble every damn day in this place,” Kate jokes.
You laugh, turning to face Kate at her behest so she can change your bandages. You watch her in silence for a while, taking in the focused pinch that forms between her brows while she works, the tip of her tongue peeking through pink lips.
“So…” you begin, breaking the silence. “You had a crush on Spider-Woman aaaaand it turns out that I’m Spider-Woman. Soooo what do we think that means?”
Kate’s eyes widen and the flush of pink that stains her cheeks is immediate. “It means you’re an idiot,” she finally says.
You smirk at her. “And what else does it mean?”
Kate’s hands still. She finally meets your gaze to find you already staring at her. Her mouth opens and closes a few times like she’s trying desperately to string a sentence together. Your heart thuds in your chest as your gaze slips from Kate’s eyes to her lips. You correct yourself the second you catch it, only to discover Kate’s eyes following the same trail.
“Y/n…” she breathes out. “I—“
But Cindy picks that moment to walk into the den. “Okay, either the pizza guy died or he got lost, but either way, I can’t think on an empty stomach, so I might just—“ She stops short when she sees how close you and Kate are sitting. “…am I interrupting something?”
You and Kate jump apart like guilty teenagers and Cindy smirks. “No, she was just tending to me,” you reply.
Cindy raises a brow. “Knowing that I could walk in at any moment? What a pair of exhibitonists you two are,”
“For god’s sake. My wounds, Cindy! She was tending to my wounds!” you cry exasperated. You look at Kate for help, only to find that her face is painted a beautiful shade of pink. At least you’re not the only one affected by this teasing.
“Sure, whatever you say, y/n,” Cindy teases. “Not what I wanna talk about anyway. Whether you two do or do not wanna jump each other’s bones is none of my business,”
“Oh my god,” you huff, turning your exasperated gaze to the ceiling. Beside you, Kate snickers.
“I wanted to talk about regrouping. Adjusting our plan,” Cindy says next, back to business. “Ana is gonna be ready for round two, and we can’t let her gain the upper hand like she did last time.”
Kate straightens instantly. “I wanna help!” She blurts, then more contained, “Please?”
Cindy side-eyes Kate conspicuously before turning that same look on you. You lift one shoulder, trying not to smile. “Well…Kate did say she wanted to team up with Spider-Woman,”
Kate shoots you a grateful smile, but when she sees the skeptical look on Cindy’s face, she schools her features and clears her throat. “I have arrows,” she says on an exhale. “And I’ve uh…maybe or maybe not been trying to make trick arrows and practicing my hero’s speech. I’ve been dreaming of an opportunity like this for a long, long time. I can be ready. How much time do we have?”
Cindy hums, her expression unreadable. You’re not sure if Kate’s little spiel helped or hurt her case. Finally, Cindy says, “I’ll need a few days to gain more intel from my contact. And a few more days to train. So…a week? Maybe a week and a half?”
“That’s plenty of time!” Kate chirps. “I can camp out around here during that time, right? I can hone my skills so that I’m ready for…” Kate trails off when she catches Cindy’s stare. “…sorry! I know I’m like, totally encroaching on your whole operation. And I definitely just invited myself to stay, but that doesn’t have to be set in stone or anything. I mean, it’s your place. Presumably. Well, your safehouse. You’d be the one to get the say on whether or not I can—“
“You can stay,” Cindy interrupts.
Kate blinks. “You’re…you’re serious?”
“I wanna see what you’re made of,” Cindy says. “Also? Not many people would willingly wander into certain death just to save a friend. That’s admirable. You’re either very brave or very stupid,”
“Thank you!” Kate smiles. “This is amazing. So cool. Um…can I bring my dog here?”
Cindy glances at you again, with a look of slight exasperation this time.
“Lucky. He’s a golden retriever, and trust me, they’re a set pair. You can’t have one without the other,” you say.
“Sure, why the hell not? I wouldn’t mind a dog hanging around. Now, if the two of you will excuse me, I think about about to get a pizza for free,” Cindy stalks out of the den, leaving you alone with Kate again.
Kate turns to face you once Cindy is gone, and you raise an eyebrow at her. “You never told me you were learning how to make trick arrows,” you say.
“Yeah, well, you never told me you were a hot superhero. I guess we do keep secrets,” Kate quips.
“Touchè,” you say, reaching out to give Kate’s hip a playful pinch, making her squeal and push your hands back.
“But I’d be more than happy to show you what I’ve learned so far,” Kate says. “You might learn quickly.”
“I think I definitely would,” you respond with a grin.
The safehouse becomes more homey with the addition of Kate and Lucky. Lucky steals your favorite spot on the couch in the den most days, and Kate essentially transforms the place, setting up a little workshop for herself on the kitchen table. She has everything she could possibly need: arrowheads, scraps of circuitry, and a hot glue gun she produced from god-knows-where. You’ve also help her set up an archery range for practice in the sizeable backyard.
That’s where you find Kate that cloudy afternoon. You’ve wandered out into the backyard to find her, two coffee cups in hand. You had promised yourself to have coffee with her once you were in your civilian clothes.
Kate looks over her shoulder, grinning when she spots you. “Wanna give this a try?” she asks.
You snort, passing Kate one of the coffee cups. “I’ve never touched a bow in my entire life.”
Kate’s grin widens. “I’m well aware. But you did say you wanted to learn how to make trick arrows. Might as well learn the basics of the bow too. C’mere,”
You sigh, setting your coffee cup aside in favor of taking Kate’s bow. It feels foreign in your hands, weightier than you expected.
“Okay,” Kate says, her tone all business as she moves behind you. “Let’s get your stance right first.”
Kate’s hands slide along your forearms, her chest aligning with your back as she adjusts your footing. Her warm breath grazes the shell of your ear, sending an unsolicited shiver down your spine. You swallow hard as Kate helps you raise the bow, fingers soft over your knuckles.
“Okay,” she whispers. “Try it now,”
You hold your breath and let the arrow fly. It whizzes right past the target, right in between two discarded soda cans, and misses everything. You groan and Kate giggles, urging you to try again. But your second arrow misses the target too.
“You know you don’t have to hold your breath, right?” Kate teases.
“I’m not,” you gripe. You were. Because you couldn’t help yourself. There was a very cute archer behind you making it very hard to be normal.
“Here—let me.” Kate fits herself behind you again, guiding your hands, your posture. Once she’s shifted you into position, her hands drop to your hips. Your heart trips in your chest and an awfully inconvenient flutter takes over your lower abdomen.
“Relax your shoulders,” Kate murmurs. “Breathe, and trust your aim.” Kate’s hands are still on your hips. And though it’s probably not necessary for her to keep them there anymore, you hope she never moves them.
You close your eyes, exhaling slow. Though it’s hard to focus with the warmth of Kate’s body behind yours, you wrestle your mind into submission. Then, you open your eyes and fire the third arrow. It lands dead center of the target with a successful thunk.
“See? Look at that! I knew you could do it!” Kate cheers.
You turn in Kate’s arms, ready to show her your triumphant grin, but you didn’t realize that she was still standing so close, and her proximity knocks all the air from your lungs.
Kate’s beaming smile fades just slightly as she studies your face. Her hands still haven’t moved from the resting place on your hips.
Without thinking, you let your hand dart out to tuck a strand of hair behind Kate’s ear, listening to her breath trip as you do so. Her eyes lock with yours and you hold her gaze, only breaking it to let your eyes stray to her lips. Kate’s eyes do the same.
The lean in is slow at first, as if you’re bracing yourself for rejection. But when you catch Kate following your lead, it gives you the courage to shove your fears aside and go in for it.
The first kiss is tentative and chaste. Just a brief brush of lips. You pull back after only a second or two to gauge Kate’s reaction—only to find her chasing after your lips, eyes still closed. So you smile and dive back in, kissing Kate again with more purpose. And she positively melts into it, her hands reaching up to cup your face.
Your hands slide to Kate’s hips as you back her against the nearest tree. This makes Kate exhale into your mouth, her wrists draping over your shoulders. Your hands seem to have a mind of their own, dancing down Kate’s spine, then reaching up to play with the hair at the nape of her neck. You swallow every sweet, soft sound Kate makes, smiling when her body arches into your own. This kiss was so much more than you could’ve ever imagined. So much better.
Eventually the two of you part, but not by much. Your foreheads brush now and you’re panting softly into the shared air between you. The state you’ve left Kate in is beautiful—her cheeks are bright and flushed, her lips wonderfully kiss-swollen, and her eyes half-lidded.
“Well,” Kate breathes out, once she finally seems to have located her voice. “I guess I don’t have to wonder anymore if Spider-Woman is a good kisser,”
You raise a brow at her and smirk. “Oh yeah?” you drawl, pulling Kate’s hips flush against your own. “So the verdict is in?”
“The verdict is most definitely in, and you’re most definitely one of the best kissers I’ve ever experienced,” Kate says.
“Only one of them?” You quip, leaning in enough to let your nose nuzzle against Kate’s.
Kate laughs. “Okay, fine. You’re number one. God, you’re so conceited,”
“Only in certain regards,” you give a modest shrug. “But for what it’s worth, you’re the best kiss I’ve ever had, too,”
Kate’s eyes light up at the praise. “Yeah?”
“Absolutely,” you reply. “In fact…” your fingers dance up Kate’s spine because you wanna hear her soft gasp again, and it’s music to your ears when it comes. “I think I need another taste,” you whisper against Kate’s lips before kissing her again.
A switch seems to flip that afternoon. Now that you know what it feels like to kiss Kate, know what her lips taste like, you can’t seem to make yourself stop stealing kisses from her at random times. When she’s cleaning her arrows, when she’s perusing the fridge or the cabinets for a snack. And sometimes you do it just because of the look in her eyes.
You know neither one of you are subtle about your affection, if the knowing looks Cindy shoots you are anything to go by. So you’re not the least bit surprised when Cindy loudly announces that she’s going to bed, and that she’ll be sleeping with noise-cancelling headphones on tonight.
Now, you and Kate are lying together on the pullout couch. Kate’s head rests on your chest and you’re lulling her with your fingers in her hair. Kate’s hand slides beneath the white t-shirt you’d worn to bed, playing across the warm skin of your stomach.
You wince when she reaches your still-sore ribs.
“Sorry,” Kate apologizes, moving her hand.
“You’re okay,” you reply easily. When you look down, Kate is pinning you with a concerned look.
“What?” You ask softly, wanting to kiss that pout off her face.
“Did you really get hit in the ribs with a metal pipe?” Kate asks.
“Yeah, one of Ana’s henchmen,” you confirm. “Got me good. But I’m fine. Y’know, superhuman healing and all that,”
Even with you saying this, there’s still concern written all over Kate’s face. Her hands are delicate as she lifts the hem of your shirt, and you shiver as the cool air greets your skin.
“Can I?” Kate asks, meeting your eyes.
You nod, lifting your arms so that she can slide your shirt over your head. When you’re left in just your bra, Kate’s hands return to your torso, sliding softly over your skin. The bruise on the left side of your ribs has faded to a faint shade of purple, the wound beginning to separate, but Kate’s still got that pinch between her brow as she assesses you.
“I’m fine, Katie,” you say softly, searching her face. “I promise,”
“I thought we weren’t going to lie to each other anymore?” Kate says, looking back up at you.
You scoff, amused. “Yeah, and I’m not lying. C’mere—“ your hands slide down to Kate’s hips and you heft her into your lap. She goes willingly, bracketing your waist with her thighs. Her hands slide up from your stomach to your shoulders.
“You trust me, don’t you?” You ask, gazing up at her.
“Yes,” Kate replies without hesitation. “More than anyone,”
“Okay,” you run your hands up and down Kate’s hips, delighting in the way she shivers beneath your touch. “So trust that when I say I’m okay, I mean it.”
“You promise?” Kate’s voice is just above a whisper.
You lean up until your lips hover just before Kate’s. “I swear,” you whisper before letting your lips connect. Kate melts into you immediately, her hands coming up to cup your face. You tilt to the left to deepen the kiss, your tongue slicking against Kate’s and she lets out a beautiful moan into your mouth.
In an instant, you’re flipping her and she lets out a squeak of surprise when her back hits the sheets. You smile down at her, caging her between your arms and letting your hair curtain her face. And then, you’re leaning down, catching her mouth in another kiss. Her tongue slides against your bottom lip and you open your mouth on a soft groan.
You can feel Kate’s hips bucking beneath you, and this makes you smile into her kiss.
“Someone’s eager,” you murmur
“Very,” Kate breathes. “But uh…what about Cindy?”
“She won’t hear anything,” you move your mouth over to Kate’s jaw and begin to kiss your way down. Kate tips her head back to give you a better vantage point. “She made sure we knew she’d be sleeping with headphones on tonight. And even if she weren’t, she sleeps like the dead anyways. We’re good, I promise,”
With that, you continue to kiss your way down Kate’s body. She lifts her arms to facilitate you in lifting up her shirt, her bra. You kiss the valley between her pert breasts and then disappear beneath the blanket as you continue to lavish kisses down Kate’s stomach.
You feel Kate’s body rise with every kiss and it makes something fizzy and hot slide through your stomach. You nip at each of her inner thighs before closing your mouth around her sensitive bud. Kate’s mouth opens on a soundless moan, one of her hands scrambling to grab onto your hair.
You guide her hips to rock against your face, nipping, kissing, sucking until Kate’s thighs clench around you.
“Y/n…y/n…oh god, ohmygod…” Kate moans softly. You’re surprised how well she’s able to keep quiet. But something tells you she’d be a screamer if the two of you were well and truly alone, though.
When you suck hard on her clit, you feel Kate’s hips stutter beneath you. “Fuck,” she gasps. “Why…why did we wait so long to do this??”
“Cause we’re idiots,” you chuckle.
“Yeah,” Kate breathes. “I-idiots,”
It only takes one more hard suck for you to send Kate over the edge. This time, she can’t conceal the impassioned moan that comes with her orgasm, and you just have to pray that Cindy actually did go to sleep with headphones on. Otherwise, you’re likely to get the third degree in the morning.
You kiss Kate through the aftershocks and then make your way back up her body, ending with a kiss on the lips that she returns with as much energy as she can, her hands sliding to your waist.
“Wow,” Kate exhales when you fall onto the bed beside her again. She curls into your side and you tuck her head beneath your chin.
“Yeah,” you agree, running your hands down the curve of Kate’s spine.
“Next time, it’s your turn,” Kate says with sleepy determination.
You smile and plant a kiss on the crown of her head. “Deal.”
