[ She liked when he said her name more than she liked to admit. That she'd feel shivers of excitement roam down her back, making her arch inward like a cat stretching – getting her closer to Peter. She plays a deadly game with him, teasing him and acting at the right time – striking when she needs to as if the night was still so young. She doesn't rush, taking things unusually slow for her usual MO. ]
I can think of a few ways. Only one of them uses your webshooters. [ But, she teases – looking right in his eyes as if there was no doubt. No shame. No anything but the admiration and care she puts into their reinvigorated relationship. ] Maybe if you're nice, I can show you first hand instead of just using my words...
[ It was totally an innuendo but he gets it. He has to. The story plays out soon after, how she teases the concept of stuck-up neighbors and past indiscretions. It really had been a long time since then, but... she's totally down for recreating past events just to be petty. The little moments she shares – balancing intimacy and her own desires to keep going... it was indicative that Felicia wanted him bad. He can hear her giggle under her breath when he pulls the top of his suit up and before he knows it...? She's nearly beating him to the punch. ]
Gladly. Here, just – let me wiggle and – mmm, there we go...
[ She has to hoist back, to pivot her hips away from him to wedge the front of his bottoms down – letting his cock be fetched out of the confines that did him no favors. The embrace was soft at first, her bare fingertips tracing up mid-shaft to his tip, sizing him up as if they have a long way to go on their reunion – on her remembering how good he felt against her. Felicia settles a bit further up, letting the front half of her mound press riiiight to him, pinning his girth back to him.
She's slow now, tilting her head up and tracing her lips against his softly. It takes all of five seconds before it intensifies, until her kiss turns into a full-blown make-out that leaves her squirming down onto him. ]
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I can think of a few ways. Only one of them uses your webshooters. [ But, she teases – looking right in his eyes as if there was no doubt. No shame. No anything but the admiration and care she puts into their reinvigorated relationship. ] Maybe if you're nice, I can show you first hand instead of just using my words...
[ It was totally an innuendo but he gets it. He has to. The story plays out soon after, how she teases the concept of stuck-up neighbors and past indiscretions. It really had been a long time since then, but... she's totally down for recreating past events just to be petty. The little moments she shares – balancing intimacy and her own desires to keep going... it was indicative that Felicia wanted him bad. He can hear her giggle under her breath when he pulls the top of his suit up and before he knows it...? She's nearly beating him to the punch. ]
Gladly. Here, just – let me wiggle and – mmm, there we go...
[ She has to hoist back, to pivot her hips away from him to wedge the front of his bottoms down – letting his cock be fetched out of the confines that did him no favors. The embrace was soft at first, her bare fingertips tracing up mid-shaft to his tip, sizing him up as if they have a long way to go on their reunion – on her remembering how good he felt against her. Felicia settles a bit further up, letting the front half of her mound press riiiight to him, pinning his girth back to him.
She's slow now, tilting her head up and tracing her lips against his softly. It takes all of five seconds before it intensifies, until her kiss turns into a full-blown make-out that leaves her squirming down onto him. ]