Uh huh.. I don't need to do much if all I want is right... here...
[ Felicia wasn't subtle, but she makes it clear that unlike another cat-themed burglar, she doesn't give a damn about breakfast post-sex. For all she cares, she can't see past the next hour. The thought of them like this, where they can give into the tension they've had 10 coffee dates ago... it feels liberating. Maybe she's stealing something else and this time...? There's no resell value.
There's a gentleness in how she sits against his lap, as if she wants him to know that she's holding back... that it takes a lot for Felicia Hardy to slow down and enjoy a moment like this. Where her fingers map against familiar webbing, where her lips want to leave goosebumps anywhere she could. ]
Y'know, most people would feel flattered being chased... being craved. Does that... get you excited, Sp- Peter? [ Her nickname was cut short, she wanted him to know who she wanted to fuck. Not a costumed arachnid, even though that'll come eventually? It was him... in all of his good-natured glory. This is where the good guy gets the girl, even if she's so damn bad when she gets in the mood to be. ] Mmm, tempting... but I don't feel like making you web yourself like that.
[ Ah! Innuendos! Felicia hoists her hips up a little when he tugs at her panties, the final bit of clothing that graces her skin. There's something chilling about the way Peter looks to her now, that they ended up earning some downtime to just... be with one another. Maybe she's a bit impatient, maybe she wanted him to know what he was doing to her. ]
Hey... you remember the that night after we stopped Vulture from breaking out Electro...? [ She isn't him when it comes to rambling when nervous, but, she has her moments. It has a point, she swears. Before she goes forward, her palm presses down to his front half – to finally cup at whatever tension he offers her. It's deep, kneading, and needy... but she doesn't break eye contact with him. ] When we dropped in through the skylight of your place... and you thought your neighbors heard us...?
[ Like, with sex, not just breaking and entering. He had to know what she meant. Felicia's free hand raises, her thumb tracing against his bottom lip to feel his pout – to tempt him further. ]
My neighbors are real jerks, makes all kind of noise too. ...Could use a little payback, make them jealous.
[ And her emphasis was clear: break her back tonight, nerd. ]
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[ Felicia wasn't subtle, but she makes it clear that unlike another cat-themed burglar, she doesn't give a damn about breakfast post-sex. For all she cares, she can't see past the next hour. The thought of them like this, where they can give into the tension they've had 10 coffee dates ago... it feels liberating. Maybe she's stealing something else and this time...? There's no resell value.
There's a gentleness in how she sits against his lap, as if she wants him to know that she's holding back... that it takes a lot for Felicia Hardy to slow down and enjoy a moment like this. Where her fingers map against familiar webbing, where her lips want to leave goosebumps anywhere she could. ]
Y'know, most people would feel flattered being chased... being craved. Does that... get you excited, Sp- Peter? [ Her nickname was cut short, she wanted him to know who she wanted to fuck. Not a costumed arachnid, even though that'll come eventually? It was him... in all of his good-natured glory. This is where the good guy gets the girl, even if she's so damn bad when she gets in the mood to be. ] Mmm, tempting... but I don't feel like making you web yourself like that.
[ Ah! Innuendos! Felicia hoists her hips up a little when he tugs at her panties, the final bit of clothing that graces her skin. There's something chilling about the way Peter looks to her now, that they ended up earning some downtime to just... be with one another. Maybe she's a bit impatient, maybe she wanted him to know what he was doing to her. ]
Hey... you remember the that night after we stopped Vulture from breaking out Electro...? [ She isn't him when it comes to rambling when nervous, but, she has her moments. It has a point, she swears. Before she goes forward, her palm presses down to his front half – to finally cup at whatever tension he offers her. It's deep, kneading, and needy... but she doesn't break eye contact with him. ] When we dropped in through the skylight of your place... and you thought your neighbors heard us...?
[ Like, with sex, not just breaking and entering. He had to know what she meant. Felicia's free hand raises, her thumb tracing against his bottom lip to feel his pout – to tempt him further. ]
My neighbors are real jerks, makes all kind of noise too. ...Could use a little payback, make them jealous.
[ And her emphasis was clear: break her back tonight, nerd. ]