If memory serves, I recover as quickly from this as I do most injuries.
[ Though he can't boast anything that holds a candle to the healing factors of, say, Wolverine or the Hulk. Two guys who've injured each other more than Peter's ever allowed himself to get injured. The fact remains, though, that Peter can take hits that would otherwise kill a normal man. Or a man with powers that don't consist of enhanced durability. Sorry, Cyclops.
In any case, Felicia's teasing earns her the touch of Peter's hand, as delicately he takes hers and clasps it gently. As if even after finishing, he's not quite done continuing to hold her hand, to suggest there's as much love here as there is lust. Even if... Peter doesn't seem quite ready to enunciate that. Even if all he's willing to do is leave gestures such as this, touches that represent a love language all its own. He even pulls Felicia's hand closer, within the reach of his lips, so he can plant a gentle kiss on her palm. ]
You're no slouch yourself, either.
Which is why I'd love to see how long you hold out. Maybe I'll make a stupid pun that sends you over the edge!
[ Not that he sounds particularly out for revenge. Rather, he seems more interested in having an excuse to quip during sex. ]
There was something I was thinking about before I, uh... came.
You'll know where I'm going with this, just bear with me--
[ What he was thinking of before, of reaching for the webshooter on the other side of the couch? He does that. Takes both, actually, and equips one on each wrist. ]
Trust me on this one, okay?
[ If his spider-strength is a topic they keep returning to, there's definitely no avoiding it now. Because without much warning, as if half the fun of this is the attempt to surprise Felicia, Peter abruptly kicks his thigh up, launching her towards the ceiling in the way he was imagining. It's like she's on the receiving end of the fastball special, no different from Logan getting thrown by the Hulk or the Thing, because she gets launched with immense speed - like the first major plunge of a roller coaster.
Fortunately, Peter's reflexes act faster than the speed of Felicia's flight. He fires more than enough webbing to catch Felicia in a thick and secure net, the accumulation of webbing that has collected between her and the ceiling. The net doesn't even give so that Felicia's momentum leads her to collide with the ceiling, having just enough tension to keep her from doing so. And when she's safe up above, reacting however she may to Peter's insanity, he only looks up at her with guilty smile. Seemingly repentant, yet utterly delighted by his mischief.
He follows her to the ceiling, then, with a quick leap. He crawls up to her body, smothering her with his presence as he presses his chest against hers. Close enough, now, that her face is a kiss away-- because a kiss is precisely what he gives her next. ]
Sorry. Forgot to tell you to buckle your seatbelt.
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[ Though he can't boast anything that holds a candle to the healing factors of, say, Wolverine or the Hulk. Two guys who've injured each other more than Peter's ever allowed himself to get injured. The fact remains, though, that Peter can take hits that would otherwise kill a normal man. Or a man with powers that don't consist of enhanced durability.
Sorry, Cyclops.In any case, Felicia's teasing earns her the touch of Peter's hand, as delicately he takes hers and clasps it gently. As if even after finishing, he's not quite done continuing to hold her hand, to suggest there's as much love here as there is lust. Even if... Peter doesn't seem quite ready to enunciate that. Even if all he's willing to do is leave gestures such as this, touches that represent a love language all its own. He even pulls Felicia's hand closer, within the reach of his lips, so he can plant a gentle kiss on her palm. ]
You're no slouch yourself, either.
Which is why I'd love to see how long you hold out. Maybe I'll make a stupid pun that sends you over the edge!
[ Not that he sounds particularly out for revenge. Rather, he seems more interested in having an excuse to quip during sex. ]
There was something I was thinking about before I, uh... came.
You'll know where I'm going with this, just bear with me--
[ What he was thinking of before, of reaching for the webshooter on the other side of the couch? He does that. Takes both, actually, and equips one on each wrist. ]
Trust me on this one, okay?
[ If his spider-strength is a topic they keep returning to, there's definitely no avoiding it now. Because without much warning, as if half the fun of this is the attempt to surprise Felicia, Peter abruptly kicks his thigh up, launching her towards the ceiling in the way he was imagining. It's like she's on the receiving end of the fastball special, no different from Logan getting thrown by the Hulk or the Thing, because she gets launched with immense speed - like the first major plunge of a roller coaster.
Fortunately, Peter's reflexes act faster than the speed of Felicia's flight. He fires more than enough webbing to catch Felicia in a thick and secure net, the accumulation of webbing that has collected between her and the ceiling. The net doesn't even give so that Felicia's momentum leads her to collide with the ceiling, having just enough tension to keep her from doing so. And when she's safe up above, reacting however she may to Peter's insanity, he only looks up at her with guilty smile. Seemingly repentant, yet utterly delighted by his mischief.
He follows her to the ceiling, then, with a quick leap. He crawls up to her body, smothering her with his presence as he presses his chest against hers. Close enough, now, that her face is a kiss away-- because a kiss is precisely what he gives her next. ]
Sorry. Forgot to tell you to buckle your seatbelt.