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“Ah, I was wondering where my boots went,” Hobie smirks the second Gwen steps out of the portal.
She’s been living a few months at Hobie’s flat already. Always brings stuff from other dimensions, not only as souvenirs, but stuff Hobie can use, too, considering just how much he does for her.
“Sorry,” Gwen mutters, looking at them, before feeling the stiffness in her shoulders disappear when Hobie shakes their own hand gently, making it clear to the blonde that it’s no issue. Gwen, on the other hand, swears she can never get used to that. Hobie being so nice, not caring if she just decided to take off her shoes and leave them in the middle of the room or something similar — she never does, but they have made it quite clear: They have no problem with Gwen making herself at home, even if it means the flat will be messier.
Anyhow, she takes a few steps in and glares at Hobie’s clothes. “Are those new?”
“Mhm, was workin’ on them while you were out,” Hobie says, grabbing his skirt and gently swishing it. Gwen recognises the skirt he’s wearing — a black, frilly mini-skirt she had bought once but realised she had nothing to wear with it back at Earth-65. Now modified by Hobie, it has a fashionable cut at the side, parched with metal pins, and it has more volume, aside from a higher waistband. “Think you can combine it with something now?”
“With no doubt. You’re rocking it.” Gwen’s lips curl into a smile, as she walks a circle around Hobie. With some fishnets and leg warmers, she imagines, she’ll look very cool. “Thank you, Hobs.”
Taking a few steps forward and towards her, he sets eyes on the bag around her arm, and her eyes widen. “Ah! I bought cookies. Many kinds.” she explains.
Right. They had planned a sleepover (despite Gwen already basically living there), purely because they had beaten a troublesome villain in another universe. Not much of a surprise, considering Hobie and Gwen made a great team, but something that swelled them with pride anyway.
That brought us to… now. She took care of the food while he arranged their room (because he’s not letting her near the stove again).
It’d also be the first time they slept in the same bed. Hobie had asked for it considering they were currently fixing the mess that was their couch, and Gwen had no reason to say no. She’d never say it out loud, but the couch was getting a bit uncomfortable, so she was actually relieved.
“What are these?” Hobie, already grabbing the bag the second Gwen left it on their table, and Gwen immediately moved to his side, smiling as she grabbed the bag, putting it under her arm. “The ones in the box.” Hobie clarifies.
Gwen feels her face turn red. The Spider-person in the dimension she had gone to had explained a game to her, and Gods she wanted to play it, but she’d rather wait until they were more relaxed… That meant keeping Hobie away from the bag. “Cookies! — weirdly shaped cookies. Let’s open them later, we don’t wanna run out of snacks before tonight.”
It’s enough of an excuse to make Hobie shrug and continue doing what he was doing, calmly sweeping a few scraps of fabric, too small and mistreated for them to attach onto other of their DIY designs.
At the same time, Gwen opened one of Hobie’s many homemade chests, fingers tapping on the soft wood as she began stacking tapes on her arms, then carried them to the small table in front of Hobie’s beaten up TV and began sorting them out to choose a movie.
To the rhythm of New York Dolls (courtesy of Gwen's pirate Spotify account) and their little, harmonic humming, they finished tidying up just about enough.
“So when are we opening the biscuits?”
“When you're patient enough. Didn't you say you'd make pastries?”
“Fiiiiine. It's been 30 minutes, I'm starving.”
They take their leave to the small kitchen with a chuckle, while Gwen slowly takes the infamous red boots off, putting them aside as she climbs on the bed, lazy as a cat as she lies down and waits for Hobie.
She doesn’t know when she falls asleep on the overwhelmingly comfortable mattress, yet she awakens purely by accident, the pastries on the table alongside the tapes and Hobie with his hands on the goddamn biscuit bag. “Seriously?” she asks, letting out a hearty laugh that ends up turning into a yawn by the end. Hobie brings the bag with him as he takes a seat beside Gwen, kicking his own shoes off, and smirks.
“Pretty sure the sleepover has already started, Gwendy.”
“You’re insufferable.” She rolls her eyes as she sits up, smiling as she puts her head on his shoulder (or rather his bicep), snatching the bag from him and taking out the biscuits as he quickly plays the movie on the beaten up TV. Silence ensues, their hand wrapped around her waist as they keep their eyes on the movie, sometimes eating pastries or biscuits, but the box keeping Hobie curious is not opened just yet.
At least until he takes it and rips it open, looking at the stick-shaped biscuits as Gwen admits defeat.
She soon takes one of the biscuits, holding it to her lips. “As far as I know they’re good, but I haven’t tried and I wanted to keep them for later ‘cause I got told there’s a game with these.”
“Game? Spill, Gwendy.” Hobie immediately perks up with interest, watching the biscuit on his hand, already taking a bite. Unsurprisingly, he ends up devouring the whole thing before Gwen explains. “Before I eat them all. Wow.”
With a chuckle, she leans closer, the biscuit still on her hand, and with those same two hands, she begins explaining the instructions to them, who listens with clear interest, eyes not leaving her hands as she tells him how the game is supposed to work.
“Gotcha. So I just gotta get to the middle of the thing before you do, yes?”
“I feel like you’re gonna have no mercy with me.”
“You feel right, Gwendy.”
She takes one of the ends of the biscuit between her pink lips, and gently moves closer, keeping her eyes on the snack rather than on Hobie, and the latter does the same, arm still around Gwen’s slim waist, as she carefully counts to three. The second she finishes counting is the moment in which Hobie starts moving closer, breaking the biscuit into his mouth as she tries her best too, competitiveness blooming into them as she carefully pressed her hand on his thigh.
The first match ends up with Hobie a winner, as he reached the middle of the pocky first.
“Not fair, you started while I was halfway on ‘three’!”
“Nope. You had finished counting when I started.”
“You count now.”
Second match — Gwen starts the second she hears them pronounce ‘three’, Hobie hastily keeping up the pace, yet after a few seconds, she comes out on top.
Gwen takes another biscuit. “... Let’s just both count at the same time.”
“Fair.”
Round three.
The countdown finishes and soon he’s looming over her while they try, then their noses bump and Hobie breaks it off. “Guessin’ this is a tie?”
“No, a tie is when… y’know… both participants kiss.”
“Oh.” They chuckle. “Not fair, I didn’t know that and broke it… You totally kept that information to win.”
“I did not.” She snorts. She may have.
He stares, sceptical, but shrugs and very slowly places a fourth biscuit in between Gwen’s lips, taking the other end and smirking. “Let’s try a few more times. No tricks this time.”
Gwen smirks, taking the challenge before herself, and with a deep breath they start counting for their last round. One, two, three, and they start, as she moves closer to him, determined to get her two-point win, but Hobie is just as competitive as she is, then they pull Gwen by the waist so she’ll be closer, and by the time their noses gently bump again, she grunts. “Gimme that- back-” she mumbles with difficulty, as he looms closer until she breaks it off, face red, eyes wide as she touches her lips, which may have touched theirs.
“Jesus, you’re competitive as hell.” She laughs, but soon he’s onto her. “Hobie–?”
He gives her no second to prepare herself, and soon his lips are on hers. Gwen is shaken with surprise, feeling those lips on hers, and soon she’s pulling on his clothes and reciprocating, toying with their piercings with great energy.
Her hands are placed on his shoulders and travelling down, taking hold of his chest very gently, squeezing the flesh under the shirt Hobie wears, hungry for him.
“Gwendy–” he mutters amidst their heavy make out session, breath hitched and ecstatic.
She pulls away, noses touching, and lets out a soft chuckle. “I hope this is okay…?” Gwen says that with the tone of a joke, but in reality, she can't be more anxious.
“Yeah,” they gasp, smirking as they lick their lips, cleaning them of saliva, and then he looms over her, taking a blanket and placing it over her strong shoulders. “I was actually waiting for us to kiss after you told me that rule. Ya didn't do anythin', so I was about to back off, but ya looked so sweet with those pink cheeks I might've lost myself a bit there, love.”
“That implies… you've wanted this for some time, 'love'?”
Gwen raises her eyebrows as her breath slowly goes back to normal, and his eyes travel alongside the littlest of details along her face — the glistening silver piercing on her brow, that cute little gap between her teeth as her lips turn into a sly smile.
His eyes widen, and, with the peek of a smile between those plump lips tinted a glossy black, he shrugs. “No comment.”
“That's totally a yes.”
“It is a yes.” They shrug, kissing her cheek.
Well. At least they've found something better to do. It's not like they were watching movies or any other sleepover activity anyway.