[ Let's be real... the joke about her cleavage getting her out of trouble? Pretty true. Felicia was a hard one to pin down, as any cat was, and sometimes... she lets her impulsiveness get the better of her. That Maggia necklace still sits in a pretty box on her vanity as proof, but she doesn't lead Peter to her bedroom just yet. They were fine working with the couch, thousands of dollars spent for luxury and comfort. Felicia doesn't dare budge when she pins herself down onto him so defiantly, so attentively. ]
If you mention pizza one more time...
[ She's putting the pussy on lockdown. Period.
He'd earn a soft pap on his cheek, keeping him going forward and returning his focus. Her seduction wasn't some outlandish act – no lapdance or anything wild. The leather, in reality, was the most exciting part of her whole gimmic. Uh. Except for like, maybe a certain harness back in her closet? Neither here nor there. :/ Tonight, Felicia trades leather for lace... trades fluff for the silk robe that had overstayed its welcome.
The red in the face was cute, his arms around her fumbling with accuracy undoing her bra just sweetens the deal. Her fingers dance against his costume, nails hooking against the webbing embroidered onto his suit. A texture she's very... very intimate with by now. ]
Only a conflict if you want to play fight. Like old times sake. Chase me across a rooftop or two... end up in a Four Seasons bickering about something or other...
[ He touches her and he can feel the weight of her chest clearly, the plush shape molded against his palm. There's something different about him this time – as if he's calculating things, trying not to mess up. Felicia picks up on it pretty easily. Even if he holds onto her, she leans forward enough to drag her tongue to his jawline, kissing and letting her teeth graze down to the slight exposure of his neck. They sink in softly, playful and leveraging her a little bit further onto him. One hand grips up onto the top of the couch, balancing the cat easier as her voice was slick against his ear: ]
Baby, you know how we get. This isn't any different. I want you... you want me... be selfish with me. We're a dynamic duo, y'know...? Except we get to do the freaky stuff.
[ Don't think of tumblr fanon, don't think of tumblr fanon...
Felicia pulls away with one last nip against his earlobe, sitting back until her backside settles on his thighs more firmly. As if apologizing for her 'fakeout', her hand is back down and she dances her fingertips right against his crotch. Not daring to touch any bulge that may be evident or not, instead teasing the thought of finding where his base ached for her – just.. y'know, playing it coy. ]
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If you mention pizza one more time...
[ She's putting the pussy on lockdown. Period.
He'd earn a soft pap on his cheek, keeping him going forward and returning his focus. Her seduction wasn't some outlandish act – no lapdance or anything wild. The leather, in reality, was the most exciting part of her whole gimmic. Uh. Except for like, maybe a certain harness back in her closet? Neither here nor there. :/ Tonight, Felicia trades leather for lace... trades fluff for the silk robe that had overstayed its welcome.
The red in the face was cute, his arms around her fumbling with accuracy undoing her bra just sweetens the deal. Her fingers dance against his costume, nails hooking against the webbing embroidered onto his suit. A texture she's very... very intimate with by now. ]
Only a conflict if you want to play fight. Like old times sake. Chase me across a rooftop or two... end up in a Four Seasons bickering about something or other...
[ He touches her and he can feel the weight of her chest clearly, the plush shape molded against his palm. There's something different about him this time – as if he's calculating things, trying not to mess up. Felicia picks up on it pretty easily. Even if he holds onto her, she leans forward enough to drag her tongue to his jawline, kissing and letting her teeth graze down to the slight exposure of his neck. They sink in softly, playful and leveraging her a little bit further onto him. One hand grips up onto the top of the couch, balancing the cat easier as her voice was slick against his ear: ]
Baby, you know how we get. This isn't any different. I want you... you want me... be selfish with me. We're a dynamic duo, y'know...? Except we get to do the freaky stuff.
[ Don't think of tumblr fanon, don't think of tumblr fanon...
Felicia pulls away with one last nip against his earlobe, sitting back until her backside settles on his thighs more firmly. As if apologizing for her 'fakeout', her hand is back down and she dances her fingertips right against his crotch. Not daring to touch any bulge that may be evident or not, instead teasing the thought of finding where his base ached for her – just.. y'know, playing it coy. ]
This is fun and you know it.