[ It was an afterglow of their nerves going from frazzled to calm – where Felicia can think for just a moment instead of going into a predatory need that puts Peter on the defensive. The confirmation that she rode him into oblivion was the mess he left on her front half – but she isn't shy about it. Especially when she's laying back for a quick breather, toying with the idea of getting hers? Their hands free to fumble together, hers stroke at his for the brief moment she can – it was a nice gesture... ]

So, it was the pun and not my pussy that drove you wild? Jeez, so easy...

[ Light, teasing nudges were given his way, but when Peter starts to get sneaky like a spider... she's perking a brow up. Judgment and concern wash over her face – because there's a reason why he's getting those damn web shooters. ]

If you ask for trust you usually don't deser –

[ She's cut off and Goddamnit, she forgot how quickly things transition when he's feeling frisky. It happens in under a few seconds, enough for him to try and play cute with her and thinking with more of his spider parts than his man parts. It's not the first time they've been tangled in webs together – but the first one in her home? Maybe. ]

Ohhh - you ass, you better not ruin my security deposit...!

[ He's not winning points by how he joins her up there, leaving her white hair falling down her features against his when he starts trying to make nice on her. On trying to spice up things in ways he knows she likes. ]

I didn't think this would really be the kink you wanted to go for tonight... [ How can she even stay mad at him? Well, easily – but she gives him one, just so long as he gives her one too. ] How long have you been waiting to do that?