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[ Peter's a hard one to pin down. The mouth may give off some confidence, sure – the body language, absolutely ... but the way that he gets when they're together... She wonders how many others see this side of him? Given, she hated the duality of her precious Spider-Man once upon a time, where taking the mask off was a problem... but now she had came to appreciate it. To see where the two blur and where one stops and one begins. Even now, as she's at the mercy of fingers and tongues, she can pinpoint where he compensates and where he lets his guard down.

Just as she does, mewling like a cat that needed scratched in just the right way. Black Cat may not be known for begging, but Felicia? That's a sound so sweet past her lips. Gravity wasn't her friend in the situation, but she lets him have his fun. Lets him make her feel so close... and then lets him yank it away. ]

I'm going to murder you.

[ A threat that sounds so sexy even if he knows she could. The twitches of her body subside from frantic to subtle, trying to calm her breathing and keep herself from becoming too... needy? Too desperate? God knew she was.

Felicia thinks about how she could pay him back for this. Make him nut in his pants in the middle of a work night, claw up his suit mid-fuck, or maybe even leave him high and dry in a renovated hotel room they claim in the future for their midnight shenanigans... Cruelty was just as much as a kink when it came to Peter – but this was sexy cruel, just as he was doing to her right now. Ugh. ]

Or remember this for future... nnn, future reference... I was nice to you and this is how you reward me? Nnn, never going to let you live this down.

[ Peter's got a hard one, alright. Oh, not what was meant? Thing is, Uatu's just trying not to look.

God, though. For as much of a dweeb that Peter used to be, and despite the utter dweeb that he is now, Felicia's right to ponder. How often has Peter allowed himself to be this vulnerable in front of another, to give his trust in such a compromising way? How often has he done so despite everything that's happened to him, everything that would've eroded the conviction - the compassion - of a lesser man? Though "lesser" might not be the right word, here. "Realistic," maybe. But it's hard to call someone "realistic" when he's devoted himself to an ideal: the very same great power / great responsibility Peter's repeated to himself and others ad nauseam.

It's almost like he can't lose faith in people. Least of all Felicia, despite everything they've been through-- all the ways they've hurt each other. Moments like these that they share, home to the smallest of intimacies and sweetest of nothings, occur to Peter as opportunities for reinvention. The mending of the past, the building of a path forward. But that takes vulnerability. That takes the possibility of inviting yet more pain. But if there's one thing Felicia knows about Peter, it's his ability to take that pain and still move forward.

Which might not be readily apparent the moment he edges her... but that's a risk in itself. A playful gesture he'd only commit if he was comfortable enough. The threat she issues is a nice touch, well-earned in the way it manages to titillate him.

So he returns the favor a little bit. Resumes his course, drawing out the cruelty by starting slowly. Fingers inside her curl gently against her walls, failing to meet the intensity of moments prior. There's a deliberate, torturous slowness here, for as much Peter makes himself known and felt yet again. Here he is listening intently, amusedly, for any of Felicia's tortured moans. To see her come undone not only by anticipation, but by the knowledge that satisfaction is imminent. It's just a matter of when, really, wholly predicated on Peter's whim.

So what does his spider-sense tell him?

Well, nothing. He can only sense danger on his own behalf. Which might lead an unsuspecting Felicia to be caught off-guard, as Peter doesn't just pick up the pace. In a fraction of a second he not only picks up speed, but musters power. With every abrupt thrust of his hand, his fingers pummel against Felicia's walls, this violent rhythm reaching a fever pitch as Peter - with all his endurance - proves unrelenting. He shows no signs of stopping, here, not even so much as quipping while he brings Felicia back to the edge. The next horizon, the height of her climax, is only steps away.

As if to compensate for the momentary absence, Peter gives this all he has. Doesn't stop, no matter how much Felicia gasps and trembles under the deluge of his ministrations. He has every intention of utterly spoiling this cat. ]

[ Peter had a mantra that was so deeply rooted into him, so it was only natural he takes responsibility here. If he was going to do anything else, Felicia would never let him live it down, worse than this edging moment. Torturously, they had done this tight-rope dance where they needed balance to continue. To seek out the end to what they wanted. Felicia was a risk in every sense of the goddamn word. Her back history, her goals, that fire in her personality that puts Johnny to shame – and yet, Peter chooses her tonight.

It was Peter, not Spider playing with the food before him, finally beginning the motions of petting his favorite cat again. The marks he makes in her memory will carry on past tonight, where she's left squirming and tense beyond what she was with their little UST-fest. ]

Why is it... nnn, you give me what I want and still... hnn, piss me off...?

[ He knew how to get to her. They were explorative when they were younger, that didn't change even now. Felicia's eyes were shut tightly, bracing each slow smear against the wet walls she offers. Part of her tries to guess when he'd stuff forward or if he'd continue dragging until he nearly leaves her.

Bit by bit, she got comfortable with it –

So of course he throws her through a goddamn loop.

Her gaze snaps wide and she's left with a trembling cry of a moan. That power was his jets her body bit by bit, a dizziness overwhelming her. Felicia wasn't one to beg, wasn't one to chase unless she feels like it. So, she'll throw him something – because she was deathly serious. ]

Close. You gotta – nn, just a little bit more. Finish me off, loverboy. Like old time's sake.

[ Ghosts of their past, memories still so fondly (and unfondly) brought up when they were with each other. History has a way of repeating itself, but Felicia wanted to cherrypick. The good times – the fun ones, where she felt he loved her and she felt she could trust him.

Now, even if she had spent the better half of the evening alone, she wanted to be anything but. Even cats can get clingy every so often, go figure. ]

[ matt standing outside felicia's balcony like ]

Would you expect anything less?

[ His manner of getting to her, of utterly annoying her - sating her and blueballing her all at once - is quite consistent with their constant back-and-forth. Their never-ending game of cat and spider that every so often... culminates in trysts like this. In a cathartic encounter to remind themselves of the magnetism that holds them in suspense. Never to stray too far from each other, no matter how much changes, no matter how much more complicated things get.

It helps that Peter trusts her. That in his sense of responsibility is also a sense of responsibility to her. Which is why tells himself, and would be happy to tell Felicia, that all this edging's for her own good. That the tantalizing taking-away of pleasure just makes the eventual reward all the sweeter. Besides, when he gives it, he's still quite generous. Generous enough to take Felicia closer and closer, till after crying and moaning she must insist that he follow through already... and properly finish what he started. ]

Ha. Your wish is my command, Felicia.

[ With his mask rolled up just above his nose, nothing conceals his smile. A rare aura of satisfaction to man so cursed by his own Parker Luck.

Because Felicia's usually the one holding the advantage in these interactions, titillating him with sweet nothings and double entendres, it's nice to have the tables turned every so often. Which is why, as Felicia struggles to maintain her own composure - egging him on to finish her off - Peter resumes his course. "Just a little bit more," she says? Well, he has every intention to deliver.

Hovering beside Felicia, whose body still clings to the webbing on the ceiling, Peter slips an arm behind the small of her back. His free hand, with fingers still dexterously placed inside her, thrusts against her walls no differently from moments prior. Though... that's kind of a lie. There is a difference. Where Peter was once satisfied with consistency, he instead applies an intensifying vigor. The force of every gesture, every movement - no matter how seemingly miniscule - is amplified by the slightest of his spider-strength.

Felicia can definitely feel the difference, the distinct force of Peter's fingers pummeling inside her, his chest pressed against her side and his other arm holding her back as if to keep her restrained-- mercilessly beholden to the onslaught of pleasure he seeks to instill. And to make matters worse, he takes advantage of his exposed mouth, unconcealed by the mask. His lips pucker around Felicia's closest nipple, sucking her breast with the same measured fervor - the same deliberation - as his hand's ministrations below.

It's in this way that he plans to "finish her off." Not at all stopping until finally, there's no turning back. Felicia will only have to surrender to her pleasure, to the shockwaves it sends down her body as eventually, she'll collapse against the sum of Peter's efforts. With his unrelenting stamina, another incidental gift of that fateful spider bite, it'll take way more than this to leave him exhausted. To stop him from following through with carrying out Felicia's wishes, granting them in abundance. ]

I stopped expecting ... the second a damn dragon –

[ Yeah, she can't really talk right now, but he should know all of her expectations went out of the window. All of the guilt or missed connections – coffee dates turned into moments to just talk and get to know one another? That was not how she expected to reignite a flame with one elusive Peter Parker. On his busy schedule, he finds time to swing by here. To touch her in ways he knows she likes. His fingertips had long since mapped against her body, but that damn brain of his... he puts it to good use. And there's reasons why she opens the vulnerable floodgates to something intimate like this once more.

If anyone can scold him as a menace or a smartmouthed spider – Felicia can sum up other insults. Not tonight though. Not for the pleasure he brings her. It was a balancing act between needs, satisfaction, and the greed that never leaves her body. He practically threatens to fuck it out of her at this point. A wild torrid affair was not complete without the inclusion of puns or superhero bullshit, so the web braces against their bodies as he practically spoons her, fingers a flurry of movement inside of her.

Peter was pulling the dom act in the sweetest way possible and it makes her tongue lick against her lips in eagerness. The moment his mouth goes to her breast? Shivers race down her spine, her gaze unable to focus on him but searching desperately for something around the room – a tether to keep her as 'grounded' as she could be. Peter finishes her off alright, her insides clenching like they always did, squeezing desperately to keep him hers for the night. To steal him from a city that needs him. Felicia, at her root, was selfish. Greedy. And even during her orgasm, she makes sure he knows it. A dropped jaw and a purr past her throat was the confirmation he needs – when she gasps out his name in ways he hasn't heard in so damn long.

Tonight was their little fantasy, their escape from the world where they can be greedy together. ]

Okay... okay. I yield. I bend the knee. [ Purposefully not using Uncle, here. ] I give up, Peter – that ... was pretty good.

Don't jinx it!

[ Seriously. He means it. Any minute now, some variation of Fin Fang Foom or (god forbid) Lockheed could barge it at any moment, harshly interrupting the falling action of their tryst. The slow and steady quelling of the flame between them, what was once practically flaring at the heights of their intimacy, only to now glow faintly. Glow... because there's indeed a glow about them, their basking in a feeling beyond a mere job well done. More like the beginning of something.

Despite their storied past, what Peter sees before him is so new. The face he cups with a soft hand, the body he cradles with a single arm... this is a woman with whom he's tried to make things work many times. Someone for whom fate has had different ideas, as if for all their efforts, all their plans, there was always something getting in the way. But now, Peter sees no more of that. No more room for excuses. He's going to fight for another moment like this, for yet more respite that he can share with Felicia, come what may.

It's with this understanding that he listens with pleasure, with satisfaction, at her purring. At the way her body's unfurled, and she with it, against the brunt of all his ministrations. The way her body had seized up during orgasm, only to steadily decline into a relaxed state, into the tender stillness with which Peter now holds her, the webbed wonder now regarding her warmly with a smile. ]

Thanks, Felicia. Not gonna lie, though... I felt out of practice going in.

Can't quite put my finger on--

[ Nobody, not even the Watcher, will ever learn the end of that sentence, bad pun and all. Because before Peter can do even that, the webbing that's been keeping their bodies attached to the ceiling finally snaps, the material weakened by its own gradual degradation. The snapping is quick, abrupt-- though the webbing tears in an unceremonious silence. That means the two bodies plummet without a sound, but it's nothing Peter's spider-sense can't predict.

So as soon as his two feet land on the ground, he catches Felicia in a bridal carry. Best way not to hurt her anywhere, though she's made of sturdier stuff than most. ]

Okay, that was silly. Can't believe I almost forgot: my webbing dissolves after enough time.

I'll try to remember that... next time. Don't mind me penciling it in, say, day after tomorrow?

[ A simple question, but boy does it represent a lot for Peter. The openness of possibility between them, in a manner he once thought permanently and accursedly foreclosed. Like the uncertain dance between them was something they were destined to do forever, until others just as temporarily walk into their lives to hold their attention, or until misfortune takes the other person away.

Truly, he doesn't know how long this'll last. He's not that naive. But he wants to enjoy this as much as he can, for as long as he can. Peter has this "great power means great responsibility" thing down pat, and he'll never slouch in his responsibility to others. Not for anything.

He's come to this conclusion already, but he needs to hear it again. Tell it to himself again, like it's a new mantra to follow the old.

Because he sure has a responsibility to himself. And that means paying attention to the people he loves, and the people who love him in return.

Present company included. ]

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