[ And Peter makes no attempt to dismiss her from his lap. After everything he's been through that's tested him, brought him to the brink, doing that would be the surest sign that he's snapped. Right now, on this unfathomably expensive couch that he's been allowed to eat avocado toast on top of, Peter's savoring this. Even as he struggles to get comfortable, to accept the reality of this happening, he's still all about the journey. ]
Afraid you'll get hungry? 'Cause I kinda am...
[ Was the toast not enough carbs? Curse his spider-metabolism, apparently.
Keeping the thought going, the silly prospect of pizza, allows Peter to gather himself. Get his bearings straight. He can only shut himself up for so long before the quips come back out, be he's trying. Because when something is important enough, he wants to show it by turning off the quipping center of his brain. As opposed to turning off the dark. Of course, it becomes harder to continue speaking when suddenly, Felicia's hands seize his attention. The way she delicately appraises the fine webbing on his suit, black patterns raised slightly past the red and blue spandex. He's not so shy as to sweat in his nervousness, but damn.
If he did, he wouldn't blame himself. ]
Pretty sure this is a play fight of a different kind... but I know you know that.
From where I'm sitting, though, you seem more than willing to give chase for a change.
[ He speaks with amusement thinking he'd be offsetting his trepidation, but he realizes something. Any nervousness in him is fading fast, the longer he spends with Felicia on his lap. Like being so close to her this far in, on the precipice of something more between them, isn't as scary as the back of his mind made it out to be. Rather, it's tangible. And from the way he now fondles her... very much so. It helps for Peter to crane his neck as Felicia returns his affections, enjoying the gentlest of stings from her little kisses. He almost giggles at the sensation, his guard finally crumbling.
Turns out his spider-sense won't be necessary. He trusts Felicia. Even when she broaches the "freaky stuff." ]
That means the web shooters stay on, don't they?
[ And there it is. Now that her fingers tease at its crotch, daring him to harden against her touch, he's found his sense of humor. But this time, it's not a defense mechanism. He's not sheltering himself from the situation. Rather, he's embracing it. Much like he embraces Felicia, exposed now from the waist up. But it's time to muster some courage, overcome great fear like a certain primary-colored ringslinger might. Because Peter tosses aside her robe and her bra, letting them fall onto the other end of the sofa. He sinks his fingers, still gloved with the fine embroidered webbing, into the hem of her panties. Tugging, like before, but only as a gesture of intent. ]
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Afraid you'll get hungry? 'Cause I kinda am...
[ Was the toast not enough carbs? Curse his spider-metabolism, apparently.
Keeping the thought going, the silly prospect of pizza, allows Peter to gather himself. Get his bearings straight. He can only shut himself up for so long before the quips come back out, be he's trying. Because when something is important enough, he wants to show it by turning off the quipping center of his brain.
As opposed to turning off the dark.Of course, it becomes harder to continue speaking when suddenly, Felicia's hands seize his attention. The way she delicately appraises the fine webbing on his suit, black patterns raised slightly past the red and blue spandex. He's not so shy as to sweat in his nervousness, but damn.If he did, he wouldn't blame himself. ]
Pretty sure this is a play fight of a different kind... but I know you know that.
From where I'm sitting, though, you seem more than willing to give chase for a change.
[ He speaks with amusement thinking he'd be offsetting his trepidation, but he realizes something. Any nervousness in him is fading fast, the longer he spends with Felicia on his lap. Like being so close to her this far in, on the precipice of something more between them, isn't as scary as the back of his mind made it out to be. Rather, it's tangible. And from the way he now fondles her... very much so. It helps for Peter to crane his neck as Felicia returns his affections, enjoying the gentlest of stings from her little kisses. He almost giggles at the sensation, his guard finally crumbling.
Turns out his spider-sense won't be necessary. He trusts Felicia. Even when she broaches the "freaky stuff." ]
That means the web shooters stay on, don't they?
[ And there it is. Now that her fingers tease at its crotch, daring him to harden against her touch, he's found his sense of humor. But this time, it's not a defense mechanism. He's not sheltering himself from the situation. Rather, he's embracing it. Much like he embraces Felicia, exposed now from the waist up. But it's time to muster some courage, overcome great fear like a certain primary-colored ringslinger might. Because Peter tosses aside her robe and her bra, letting them fall onto the other end of the sofa. He sinks his fingers, still gloved with the fine embroidered webbing, into the hem of her panties. Tugging, like before, but only as a gesture of intent. ]