[ The funny thing? Felicia talks about bad luck more than anything else. Don't cross a black cat's path or face a life of bad luck. But... very few people knew that time and time again, she was afflicted with it too. She's let things go, had things stolen from her – and thinking back on it hurts. When she has moments like this, alone in her penthouse full of things she had stolen, bought, or earned... she still feels a bit empty. No amount of cats or decor can change that.
But, tonight? There was life here. There was laughter, there was happiness, there was... well, another emotion she isn't quite ready to realize. It was fun above all else.
Her question lingers in the air and those emerald greens look for truth. Even if she misunderstood, even if his damn morals keeps him from her – they found common ground when they were alone. Sure, it was most likely curled up together under the sheets or rolling on the rooftops but... neither here nor there. ]
25, give or take, yeah.
[ She mutters under her breath, of course, keeping a small smile on her face as he talks. Honestly, she could shut her eyes and just be... fine with this. Listening to him ramble on. When he pulls his hand away, Felicia feels her heart seize up for a moment. She doesn't let him get too far from her, not emotionally or physically. Onto her knees, she crawls across the couch and closes the distance. Both of her hands take his face, forcing him to her.
If there's anything Felicia is honest about, it's the way she looks at him. There's no lie, no ulterior motive. ]
We're not 20 anymore. [ No starry-eyed costumed strangers. Even if their issues and disagreements caused their paths to stray, now she had him where she liked him best. Where things started to feel like it was okay to try to be 'good' again. ] We were good, weren't we? Fun... happy...
[ Her voice drips in nostalgia, recalling the best parts while trying to heal from the more... embarrassing behavior on her part. There's care in how her thumb strokes at his jawline, sympathy in his eyes as much as interest. ]
But, now...? It's been very nice, Peter. It feels like we're making up for lost time. Like we're clicking. Even now, you know I'm not going to be playing around with the Avengers... but, you still make me want to play the good girl role – even just for one night. For you.
[ But, he likes when she's bad – he can't deny that. So, she doesn't just stop there. The couch cushions shift as she moves to literally mount him. To sit onto his lap with her hands still commanding his features. Her forehead presses to his, headbutting him softly like some cat would showing affection. Hm. ]
For once, you make me want to give more than get. You know how infuriating that is?
[ She's left smirking, hiding a giggle with a bite of her bottom lip. There was no hiding how she feels about him when she just... looks at him like she does, as if making amends for horrible 80's writing wanting him to keep that mask on. Oh well. ]
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But, tonight? There was life here. There was laughter, there was happiness, there was... well, another emotion she isn't quite ready to realize. It was fun above all else.
Her question lingers in the air and those emerald greens look for truth. Even if she misunderstood, even if his damn morals keeps him from her – they found common ground when they were alone. Sure, it was most likely curled up together under the sheets or rolling on the rooftops but... neither here nor there. ]
25, give or take, yeah.
[ She mutters under her breath, of course, keeping a small smile on her face as he talks. Honestly, she could shut her eyes and just be... fine with this. Listening to him ramble on. When he pulls his hand away, Felicia feels her heart seize up for a moment. She doesn't let him get too far from her, not emotionally or physically. Onto her knees, she crawls across the couch and closes the distance. Both of her hands take his face, forcing him to her.
If there's anything Felicia is honest about, it's the way she looks at him. There's no lie, no ulterior motive. ]
We're not 20 anymore. [ No starry-eyed costumed strangers. Even if their issues and disagreements caused their paths to stray, now she had him where she liked him best. Where things started to feel like it was okay to try to be 'good' again. ] We were good, weren't we? Fun... happy...
[ Her voice drips in nostalgia, recalling the best parts while trying to heal from the more... embarrassing behavior on her part. There's care in how her thumb strokes at his jawline, sympathy in his eyes as much as interest. ]
But, now...? It's been very nice, Peter. It feels like we're making up for lost time. Like we're clicking. Even now, you know I'm not going to be playing around with the Avengers... but, you still make me want to play the good girl role – even just for one night. For you.
[ But, he likes when she's bad – he can't deny that. So, she doesn't just stop there. The couch cushions shift as she moves to literally mount him. To sit onto his lap with her hands still commanding his features. Her forehead presses to his, headbutting him softly like some cat would showing affection. Hm. ]
For once, you make me want to give more than get. You know how infuriating that is?
[ She's left smirking, hiding a giggle with a bite of her bottom lip. There was no hiding how she feels about him when she just... looks at him like she does, as if making amends for horrible 80's writing wanting him to keep that mask on. Oh well. ]