[ Peter had a mantra that was so deeply rooted into him, so it was only natural he takes responsibility here. If he was going to do anything else, Felicia would never let him live it down, worse than this edging moment. Torturously, they had done this tight-rope dance where they needed balance to continue. To seek out the end to what they wanted. Felicia was a risk in every sense of the goddamn word. Her back history, her goals, that fire in her personality that puts Johnny to shame – and yet, Peter chooses her tonight.
It was Peter, not Spider playing with the food before him, finally beginning the motions of petting his favorite cat again. The marks he makes in her memory will carry on past tonight, where she's left squirming and tense beyond what she was with their little UST-fest. ]
Why is it... nnn, you give me what I want and still... hnn, piss me off...?
[ He knew how to get to her. They were explorative when they were younger, that didn't change even now. Felicia's eyes were shut tightly, bracing each slow smear against the wet walls she offers. Part of her tries to guess when he'd stuff forward or if he'd continue dragging until he nearly leaves her.
Bit by bit, she got comfortable with it –
So of course he throws her through a goddamn loop.
Her gaze snaps wide and she's left with a trembling cry of a moan. That power was his jets her body bit by bit, a dizziness overwhelming her. Felicia wasn't one to beg, wasn't one to chase unless she feels like it. So, she'll throw him something – because she was deathly serious. ]
Close. You gotta – nn, just a little bit more. Finish me off, loverboy. Like old time's sake.
[ Ghosts of their past, memories still so fondly (and unfondly) brought up when they were with each other. History has a way of repeating itself, but Felicia wanted to cherrypick. The good times – the fun ones, where she felt he loved her and she felt she could trust him.
Now, even if she had spent the better half of the evening alone, she wanted to be anything but. Even cats can get clingy every so often, go figure. ]
pretend to be daredevil and don't look at the timestamps
It was Peter, not Spider playing with the food before him, finally beginning the motions of petting his favorite cat again. The marks he makes in her memory will carry on past tonight, where she's left squirming and tense beyond what she was with their little UST-fest. ]
Why is it... nnn, you give me what I want and still... hnn, piss me off...?
[ He knew how to get to her. They were explorative when they were younger, that didn't change even now. Felicia's eyes were shut tightly, bracing each slow smear against the wet walls she offers. Part of her tries to guess when he'd stuff forward or if he'd continue dragging until he nearly leaves her.
Bit by bit, she got comfortable with it –
So of course he throws her through a goddamn loop.
Her gaze snaps wide and she's left with a trembling cry of a moan. That power was his jets her body bit by bit, a dizziness overwhelming her. Felicia wasn't one to beg, wasn't one to chase unless she feels like it. So, she'll throw him something – because she was deathly serious. ]
Close. You gotta – nn, just a little bit more. Finish me off, loverboy. Like old time's sake.
[ Ghosts of their past, memories still so fondly (and unfondly) brought up when they were with each other. History has a way of repeating itself, but Felicia wanted to cherrypick. The good times – the fun ones, where she felt he loved her and she felt she could trust him.
Now, even if she had spent the better half of the evening alone, she wanted to be anything but. Even cats can get clingy every so often, go figure. ]