Oh? You won't be honest with me? After I've been soooo honest with you. See how it is.
[ They can tease, play back and forth idly as if they were young and dumb again. They balance progress with a safety net made of webs and good intentions. They had to figure themselves out first. Spiderwebs don't ever go in a straight line either, y'know...
But, for all the different web weaving analogies I could do, there was something clear: they were stuck together. Fate brings them back, fate makes sure that even after being enemies, they can... heal. Felicia's not an open person, but she definitely tries here. If she doesn't speak about their tension, lets it go on after dozens of coffee dates... did she even have a right to be jealous? Still would happen, but... she doesn't take this risk. Not right now. They've made it a habit to try not to miss their dates, catch up on things outside of their costumes... finally blending parts of their lives together. During their talks, it's clear Felicia doesn't have too much going on – that her loneliness was hidden by staying busy with minor things.
And it culminates to her making a stand. Here and now, she finally fights for what she wants instead of playing some stupid game of cat and mouse. Was she scared he'd return her affections? That she wasn't stealing his attention right now? All she did was want him here and when he accepts – he can see the pout of her lips curl up into a smirk. The kisses were familiar, they were cute in their own way – but she has to one-up him. What kind of femme fatale would she be, either way?
She almost calls the whole thing off when he makes his joke, but fortunately – ]
You're so lucky I'm on top of you right now or I'd kick you out after that...
[ However... Talks of coffee fade away with how her lips mold against his. It's softer than usual, longing and full of relief. Her teeth catch his bottom lip with a playful tug, deepening the kiss with open mouth and, yeah tongue. You knew what you were signing up for.
When she's barely had her fill, she pulls back – hand combing through his brown strands of hair, cradling the back of his head with her palm. ]
If we can even get out of here in the morning... you know I like to sleep in.
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[ They can tease, play back and forth idly as if they were young and dumb again. They balance progress with a safety net made of webs and good intentions. They had to figure themselves out first. Spiderwebs don't ever go in a straight line either, y'know...
But, for all the different web weaving analogies I could do, there was something clear: they were stuck together. Fate brings them back, fate makes sure that even after being enemies, they can... heal. Felicia's not an open person, but she definitely tries here. If she doesn't speak about their tension, lets it go on after dozens of coffee dates... did she even have a right to be jealous? Still would happen, but... she doesn't take this risk. Not right now. They've made it a habit to try not to miss their dates, catch up on things outside of their costumes... finally blending parts of their lives together. During their talks, it's clear Felicia doesn't have too much going on – that her loneliness was hidden by staying busy with minor things.
And it culminates to her making a stand. Here and now, she finally fights for what she wants instead of playing some stupid game of cat and mouse. Was she scared he'd return her affections? That she wasn't stealing his attention right now? All she did was want him here and when he accepts – he can see the pout of her lips curl up into a smirk. The kisses were familiar, they were cute in their own way – but she has to one-up him. What kind of femme fatale would she be, either way?
She almost calls the whole thing off when he makes his joke, but fortunately – ]
You're so lucky I'm on top of you right now or I'd kick you out after that...
[ However... Talks of coffee fade away with how her lips mold against his. It's softer than usual, longing and full of relief. Her teeth catch his bottom lip with a playful tug, deepening the kiss with open mouth and, yeah tongue. You knew what you were signing up for.
When she's barely had her fill, she pulls back – hand combing through his brown strands of hair, cradling the back of his head with her palm. ]
If we can even get out of here in the morning... you know I like to sleep in.