She perches over him, propped between her legs—the longest of the spider legs still on the floor behind her while the others anchor her to the bed, or to Bucky—her mouth still working at his neck. She kisses the bruised, broken skin left by her bite, then licks it, then nuzzles her way up to the corner of his jaw where she pauses again.

She can't smell anything but him anymore, can't taste anything else. Even if she'd been capable of saying something just then, she wouldn't have had the words.

Her clawed hands travel down his chest, and the foot of a shorter foreleg grazes his waist, moving down to his hip as her weight settles on him lightly, pressing down on his erection just to feel the heat of it.