It's a kink only you can provide, unless I go find one of those clones of yours...
[ OKAY, OKAY, she won't kill the mood! He knows she's teasing. For anyone with Peter Parker DNA – it's him that keeps her interested and he has to know that. They liked the frisky stuff, mostly in costume sure, but this was no different than them being horny stupid young adults. Felicia does tense up a bit when love was brought back into the fray, but she won't let it linger either. Not now, not when it was said in such a passing way.
His fingers and palm glide against that frame of hers in ways that spark electricity. She hated his tenderness at times, because it haunts her in the worst ways. Where she chews her bottom lip and closes her eyes well into laying down... and she will most definitely still feel his fingertips drag to her body. Ugh. He got her bad and she's left playing defensively now.
There is something animalistic about how they react. Peter, like his spidersona crawling to mount her leg... Felicia with how she was quick to provide herself like she had been in some heat for him. Was it far off at this point?
When he finds the weak spot on her neck, where she feels her air escape in sighs of relief...? His name was cursed under her breath – definitely in annoyance as much as arousal. ]
You better. I want less of that white stuff and more of this –
[ White stuff, y'know – her thigh hoists up enough to grind up between his leg, applying pressure. Even as she sticks to the web to hold on, she can give him something too! Felicia refused to just let him sample her, to worship the shape of her curves and reunite with the fullest part of her. Her arousal didn't sink for a moment, she was still as turned on as ever... still attuned to what they wanted. How badly they wanted each other... so when she can, she gives in a little bit for him. ]
If I let you keep punning, you'll fuck me nicely right? I think I deserve that much.
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[ OKAY, OKAY, she won't kill the mood! He knows she's teasing. For anyone with Peter Parker DNA – it's him that keeps her interested and he has to know that. They liked the frisky stuff, mostly in costume sure, but this was no different than them being horny stupid young adults. Felicia does tense up a bit when love was brought back into the fray, but she won't let it linger either. Not now, not when it was said in such a passing way.
His fingers and palm glide against that frame of hers in ways that spark electricity. She hated his tenderness at times, because it haunts her in the worst ways. Where she chews her bottom lip and closes her eyes well into laying down... and she will most definitely still feel his fingertips drag to her body. Ugh. He got her bad and she's left playing defensively now.
There is something animalistic about how they react. Peter, like his spidersona crawling to mount her leg... Felicia with how she was quick to provide herself like she had been in some heat for him. Was it far off at this point?
When he finds the weak spot on her neck, where she feels her air escape in sighs of relief...? His name was cursed under her breath – definitely in annoyance as much as arousal. ]
You better. I want less of that white stuff and more of this –
[ White stuff, y'know – her thigh hoists up enough to grind up between his leg, applying pressure. Even as she sticks to the web to hold on, she can give him something too! Felicia refused to just let him sample her, to worship the shape of her curves and reunite with the fullest part of her. Her arousal didn't sink for a moment, she was still as turned on as ever... still attuned to what they wanted. How badly they wanted each other... so when she can, she gives in a little bit for him. ]
If I let you keep punning, you'll fuck me nicely right? I think I deserve that much.