Web of Desire: Kara's Secret

Chapter 1: Tangled Confessions

The city skyline glittered like a bed of forbidden jewels as Kara, with a beaming smile, pulled Peter into another passionate kiss. The wall-crawler returned it with no hesitation, his hands firm on her waist, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. As they broke apart, the two teens looked off into the distance, the hum of Gotham’s underbelly a distant whisper.

There was some more silence until Peter started to speak again, his voice teasing. 'So, I take it I was your first kiss?'

The Kryptonian immediately started to blush super hard, her cheeks rivaling the red of her cape. 'Actually… you're my second.'

Peter turned to Kara with wide eyes, his jaw practically hitting the rooftop. 'W…was there some guy you dated back on Krypton?' he stammered, half-laughing, half-incredulous.

Kara shook her head, her golden hair catching the moonlight as she began to explain. 'Remember when I told you last night that I was going to patrol Gotham…'

Peter listened—or tried to—as Kara dove into the details of a bank heist she’d stopped. She’d taken down Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy before tackling Clayface. But Peter’s mind snagged on one bombshell detail, drowning out the rest of her story.

'IVY KISSED YOU?' he exclaimed, making Kara’s entire face turn beet red.

'Y…yeah, she did,' Kara admitted, fidgeting with the edge of her cape. 'Apparently, she was trying to use some kind of synthetic Kryptonite lipstick to put me under her control. It didn’t work for some reason.'

Peter slipped into his scientific mode, rubbing his chin. 'I remember her doing the same thing to your cousin once. It worked, and he and Batman fought for a bit. Took Catwoman pushing Lois Lane off a building for him to snap out of it. Since you’re biologically younger, I guess you absorb more yellow sun radiation, making you immune to stuff that’d normally affect him.'

'Makes sense,' Kara said, her voice steady, but her eyes darted away, hiding something.

Peter still wore a look of utter shock, torn between jealousy and a shameful heat creeping up his spine. He was jealous he wasn’t her first kiss, but damn if the thought of his new girlfriend locking lips with another woman didn’t set his imagination on fire. 'I KNEW not kissing her back on Apokolips was gonna haunt me,' he thought, a wry smirk tugging at his lips. 'And yet, I think I’m gonna need a cold shower when I get home. I’m definitely having some vivid dreams tonight.'

Kara noticed the look on her boyfriend’s face and placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch warm even through his suit. 'Peter, if it’s any consolation, I had more of a thrill kissing you than I did Ivy. Besides, it’s not like we did… anything else beyond that.'

Her words were smooth, but her pulse quickened. She was lying. Oh, how she was lying. The memory of that night with Ivy burned in her mind, a secret she couldn’t confess—not yet. But as Peter’s eyes softened, trusting her, Kara felt the weight of her deception. And the heat of her memory.

Peter grinned, pulling her closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. 'Good. ‘Cause I’m not sharing you with anyone, Supergirl. Not even a plant lady with a killer pout.'

Kara laughed, but it was strained, her mind already drifting back to that night. 'You’re such a dork, Parker. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.'

His hands slid down her back, teasing the edge of her skirt as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. 'Oh, I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget who’s got your heart—and everything else—tonight.'

Her body responded before her mind could catch up, a shiver racing down her spine as she pressed against him, feeling him hard through the thin fabric of his suit. 'Big talk, web-head. You gonna back it up, or just keep spinning lines?'

Peter’s smirk was pure mischief as he tugged her closer, their bodies flush. 'Oh, I’ve got moves you haven’t even seen yet. Let’s see if you can keep up, Kryptonian.'

Their lips crashed together again, hungry and desperate, hands roaming with intent. Kara’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her strength barely contained, while Peter’s grip on her ass was firm, possessive. The city faded away, leaving only the heat between them—her pussy already wet with anticipation, his cock straining against his suit, both of them sweating and panting with raw, horny need. They were seconds from tearing into each other, right there on the rooftop, dripping with desire, when—