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gourmetburgers2021-05-26 12:17 pm
hackitudes) wrote in gourmetburgers2021-05-26 12:17 pm
[texting repository] bc not everything's gotta be action
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spicy sexts
crack...
idc go wild
gen texts
spicy sexts
crack...
idc go wild
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But right here and right now, with Felicia, the hurt falls away. The familiar back-and-forth of her antics, the terminally tempted straight-man that she brings out of him... it's a comfort, second only to avocado toast. ]
Felicia, you know I'm only ever gonna steal back what was stolen first. Remember the egg?
[ Speaking of memories, there's a fresher pain in the ass for you. ]
Okay, fine. Thanks. The whole shebang with the wine glass it is.
[ So he takes the thing and allows himself a tentative sip, not quite sure how one should drink wine. ]
You, uh...
[ He'd gulped it hesitantly. ]
This tastes good to you?
[ He chuckles at his own predicament, taking another sip nonetheless. He might not be a fan of the flavor, but boy is he fascinated to keep tasting it. It doesn't even occur to him to take another bite of his avocado toast, too transfixed in his own wine-tasting. ]
Sorry, I don't go by Spider-Wineo for a reason.
And I'm gonna let the stolen art thing slide... for now. I just heard a guy sold an 18-grand art piece even though it was a figment of his imagination.
[ Which is to say, Peter thinks of responsibility in terms of protecting others from harm. Not so much upholding every line of bullshit passed around in the art world, among other institutions. If he was committed to holding what was legal and what was moral as irrevocably identical, an extralegal vigilante such as himself would've never come to be. ]
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By the time she returns to him with the glass of wine, she isn't going to prod him too much about her thoughts on how wound up he tended to get. ]
What? I'm charitable. You bring the snacks, I bring the 'sip'. You're my guest, y'know.
[ Watching him sip definitely does present a show on its own. She doesn't proceed drinking herself, doesn't take another bite of her toast. He seemed like a kid wanting to take a sip of mom's wine for the first time. ]
It's sweet! It's not moscato, sure, but – [ She defends her taste, refined by years of socializing with upperclass if only to garner her own socialite life – to throw people off her scent. Felicia winces at his words, falling for his rambles and stories like she always does. He has a way with words, that gets her out of her head and let's her see the world in something... good-natured? Funny? Who knew. ] Okay, okay, first of all...
[ A finger point. ]
Can't chase past Felicia down for crimes. I think slinging around the city with you let me get my volunteer hours. Redemption, whatever you want to call it. [ She makes up her own rules, but, she gets away with it with a flutter of those pretty green eyes. ] Secondly? That is a total scam. At least I thieved and sold to make myself feel better.
[ She mumbles into a bite of her toast: ]
Bet he just did it to prove a point.
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And god knows there’s still quite a lot of that between himself and Felicia. ]
I have no frame of reference for “moscato,” or even what this is called.
[ From the way he smiles when he says it, he hopes Felicia knows that he knows he’s out of his depth, but nonetheless... ]
I appreciate you sharing this with me, though. While it’s not my ballpark, it’s yours.
[ Despite his attitude, it’s a smile he struggles to muster while stomaching the taste of the wine. ]
It’s like getting to know a part of you better. Know what I mean?
Say I tried to show you a little bit about photography. Or science-y stuff.
[ Come to think of it, he’s looking at the wine glass and can’t help but be reminded of lab glassware. What if he started using one of these for experiments?
Funnier than that idea is Felicia’s response to the ‘high art’ scam of the century. He’s been finishing off the last of his avocado toast all the while, swallowing by the time Felicia finishes. ]
And he made a huge profit from it along the way. Sounds about as committed to a real cause as Banksy.
Between him BS-ing that ‘art’ into ‘existence’ and the patron who’s both gullible and pretentious enough to buy it... I can’t tell who’s worse.
Kinda wish I could just ‘see’ the thing in an exhibit! Maybe my spider-sense will catch it. Maybe you can steal it.
[ Now he’s just laughing at his own jokes. Peter’s not trying to rant too much, here, after all. ]
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Peter, I have some Coke Zero in the fridge if you're prefer that. Just means two glasses of wine. Which – kinda deadly, already, but...
[ She strings her words with a hum of amusement. His honesty about sharing and wanting something she would take makes her smile a bit more than she wanted. She pushes her hair back out of her face, acting bashful all the while – clearly, an act. ]
Well, goodness, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to get on my good side.
[ But – Felicia wouldn't be drilled into the science stuff, sure but maybe her mind lingers on photography. Hm. No, it's gone before she even sneaks in a perverse flirtation.
The last few bites of avocado toast calls her name and she finishes it with a satisfying 'mmmm', leaning back with one hand propping her up. ]
It's a scam! You know your spider-sense wouldn't pick up on anything. If you were going to go all blacksuit with me again, we'd pick something better to steal. I heard they're bringing the Marie Antoinette collection to town next month...
[ She gives him a challenging gaze, waggling her eyebrows as if she was enticing him to seriously consider going baddie blacksuit with her. It was a good look, what can she say? ]
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Nah, don't worry. I've still got the coffee right here. Not too many espresso shots this time, if you're worried.
[ Being Spider-Man's both thankless and restless. He's gonna have to cut down on the coffee lest it become another dependency, like the black suit that was alive.
But then Felicia teases him, her response being something to show for his flattery. He quirks a brow at the mention of her "good side." ]
Funny. From where I'm sitting, every side's your good side.
[ And with that, he discreetly takes a sip of his coffee. A deep and rich mocha from a fancy artisanal place-- someplace Peter's gonna have to come back to the next time he has to appease Fin Fang Foom with chocolate. ]
I know it's a scam. I just love belaboring how ridiculous the whole thing is!
But uh. Say no more about Marie Antoinette. The stealing, the black suit... that's a no-go for me.
Maybe the black suit the next time I dump this thing in the wash.
[ Not that he's particularly malodorous from exertion right now. The fabric's state-of-the-art and sweat/odor resistant, so it's nothing anybody can find at a Party City. Or... that costume shop in Germany where he had that traumatic episode with Wolverine. The recollection vaguely passes Peter's mind and it drives him to drink some more coffee. ]
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Anyways, fancams aside... Felicia almost recoils at his comment but – she'll instead just grab her wine and take a few modest sips to match him. ]
Uh huh. Flattery will get you nowhere here.
[ A light tease, but she instead finally gets off the floor and sits across from him on the couch, her back hitting the arm's cushion. Even if only one cushion separates them... she feels like there's oceans between them at times. This was the first time in a while besides their dates that she feels like they're on the same shore, go figure. She nudges him with her foot before curling it under her form, lounged like the prettiest cat in all of New York. ]
Okay, okay, Mr. Uptight. Tell me what sounds like a good time, then. I'm all ears.
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Not a problem. [ About flattery, that is. ] I'm right where I need to be.
[ Felicia has no reason to expect this to happen, but the nudge of her foot startles Peter before the sweetness of his words can settle. It's like his first instinct tells him that his spider-sense failed to apprehend danger, the way he jolts in his seat and nearly drops his coffee. At least he laughs as soon as he realizes his own error. In all this, he's just relieved he didn't spill anything on Felicia! ]
Okay, I'm clearly too wired. Got all this excess energy.
So how about we smash?
[ His eyes widen as his brain catches up to his words. ]
Like, play Smash. Smash Ultimate!
[ In a futile effort to save face, he goes back to drinking the last of his coffee. ]
Though...
[ And when he puts it down on an adjacent side table, he turns in his seat to properly face Felicia. He makes no further move, only appraising her in her state of relaxation. With no mask to hide his trepidation, he faces her anyway, thinking to himself of the worst that could happen if his entire gesture represents a total misread. The end of coffee dates, to be sure, and the end of... quite frankly? Something that's been the highlight of Peter's day on a consistent basis.
But maybe, progressing further than just coffee is worth the risk. Something beyond avocado toast is worth the very possible L he may take. All things considered, it definitely won't be the biggest ever handed to him. ]
I'll say this.
[ It's long overdue that he bridges the ocean between them. And he begins by reaching over the pillow, his gloved hand landing gently on Felicia's thigh. ]
I don't take back the first suggestion.
i'm gonna block you
The thief puts up with quips and puns, with topics that she'd never have with socialites or billionaires in highrises overlooking the city. He reminds her it's okay to take the costume off – and she wonders if she inspires him to friggin' live a little. ]
You should have stuck with toast, it's true.
[ His words leave his lips and she nearly drops her glass trying to set it on the end table by her couch blindly. Eyes wide, she laughs in a coy... interested, but totally shocked way when he stumbles over his words. ]
Huh. Didn't know you were still wanting to play games.
[ Maybe he liked the challenge – keeping her flirtations at bay and finding room for his. Felicia thinks she can handle the joke about a game, but the second she feels the ridges of his gloves against her thigh – her eyes drag from hand to his face. That stupid... adorable... face. The one young Felicia was an idiot for putting lower on the pedestal, that she spurred in favor of costumed risk. She sits up a bit, her hand moving to stroke against his wrist and tilt her head inquisitively. ]
Peter... [ It's almost sad, as if she has to ask him if he was sure in less words. They danced – they liked this dance and they knew it – but for once? Felicia stood them still. ] Is that what you want? All that you want...?
[ She has to be sure, but... there's also room for some honesty: ]
I don't know if that's all I want.
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Well, y'know. Smash is fun. Never had a bad time with it!
But the other kind of smash. Smashing.
[ That's enough of him stammering through more of his words, never quite delivering the punchline as effectively as he wants to. This is a whole different wheelhouse from quipping away at villains he's beating up. Typically, they're not people he's been intimate with, or wants to be intimate with. So Felicia's definitely... a special exception. Maybe too special, in the way her presence leaves him second-guessing himself all too much. He's ready to consider going this far in a mistake, but.
It's clear she's not against it. Against this. But she needs more from him. She needs the honesty she deserves. ]
Those coffee dates weren't just an elaborate leadup to this. We've still got 25 more to go, I think!
[ Yeah, he's a science whiz, but right now he doesn't remember the math. ]
But after the quota's finished, I'd like more. Not just coffee dates, but... more of this.
Spending time with you, shooting the breeze with you, fighting bad guys with you.
[ Even if that's not entirely her thing. ]
I don't know what I'm saying. But I know hanging out's been... nice. Something to look forward to.
And you know I haven't always had that. Not often enough.
[ He... relinquishes his hand. Crosses his arms, having begun to look away since he started speaking. He'd been trying to gather his thoughts, center himself. But also? He's scared. Scared that he's fooling himself and the rug's just gonna be pulled from under his feet again. That even if Felicia wants this too, something's gonna happen. Something always does. Bad stuff, Mephisto levels of bad.
But he realizes it can't be all bad if he can still hope, if there's always a chance he can be every bit as good as Felicia believes him to be. But she has to know, too, that she's worth it. Even and especially as a friend, she's always been worth it. Otherwise, what good were all these coffee dates? ]
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But, tonight? There was life here. There was laughter, there was happiness, there was... well, another emotion she isn't quite ready to realize. It was fun above all else.
Her question lingers in the air and those emerald greens look for truth. Even if she misunderstood, even if his damn morals keeps him from her – they found common ground when they were alone. Sure, it was most likely curled up together under the sheets or rolling on the rooftops but... neither here nor there. ]
25, give or take, yeah.
[ She mutters under her breath, of course, keeping a small smile on her face as he talks. Honestly, she could shut her eyes and just be... fine with this. Listening to him ramble on. When he pulls his hand away, Felicia feels her heart seize up for a moment. She doesn't let him get too far from her, not emotionally or physically. Onto her knees, she crawls across the couch and closes the distance. Both of her hands take his face, forcing him to her.
If there's anything Felicia is honest about, it's the way she looks at him. There's no lie, no ulterior motive. ]
We're not 20 anymore. [ No starry-eyed costumed strangers. Even if their issues and disagreements caused their paths to stray, now she had him where she liked him best. Where things started to feel like it was okay to try to be 'good' again. ] We were good, weren't we? Fun... happy...
[ Her voice drips in nostalgia, recalling the best parts while trying to heal from the more... embarrassing behavior on her part. There's care in how her thumb strokes at his jawline, sympathy in his eyes as much as interest. ]
But, now...? It's been very nice, Peter. It feels like we're making up for lost time. Like we're clicking. Even now, you know I'm not going to be playing around with the Avengers... but, you still make me want to play the good girl role – even just for one night. For you.
[ But, he likes when she's bad – he can't deny that. So, she doesn't just stop there. The couch cushions shift as she moves to literally mount him. To sit onto his lap with her hands still commanding his features. Her forehead presses to his, headbutting him softly like some cat would showing affection. Hm. ]
For once, you make me want to give more than get. You know how infuriating that is?
[ She's left smirking, hiding a giggle with a bite of her bottom lip. There was no hiding how she feels about him when she just... looks at him like she does, as if making amends for horrible 80's writing wanting him to keep that mask on. Oh well. ]
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Happy's pushing it.
...Kidding. There were definitely happy moments. The stuff that kept me going. You were involved in a lot of those.
[ It almost tickles, once she appraises his jawline. But for once, he's having a hard time being distracted. Right now, this is too important for him to just... drift away. To become the one-man peanut gallery that is Spider-Man and retreat, emotionally, from the matter at hand. So he may joke still, attempting to buffer the emotional impact of proceedings with a quip, but he's as present now as he'll ever be.
For even though it still scares him, he knows he needs this. And he knows she does, too.
Once she starts sitting on his lap, how could he ever doubt it? He laughs at the brazenness with which she moves. A distinct lack of hesitation that he wishes he had, doing away with any meddling inhibitions. He wants to kiss her here, now that she's so close... but inhibitions of his own keep him from doing so. Too soon, he tells himself. Like he needs to know more before he can be sure, before he can commit his heart yet again, no matter how much he trusts Felicia. ]
Don't worry. I'm not extending an invitation any time soon. Seems they're kinda busy off-world, anyway.
But don't have change just for me, Cat-- Felicia. I just like that you wanna be better.
Seriously. That means a lot to me.
And I know I could stand to pull the stick out of my proverbial, but.
[ He's interrupted by the nuzzling. Stunned, even. Her clambering onto his lap didn't phase him that much, but this did. Something about the intimacy of the gesture, the extended proximity it entailed... really reached him. Prior to this, he wasn't planning to get this close, for them to basically have started cuddling on her sofa. An hour ago, playing Smash seemed more realistic in his mind. ]
Well for everything you give, you're getting the same in return.
[ In a gesture that surprises even himself, Peter nuzzles back. He tilts his head to gently brush his forehead against her cheek, acting like he's just discovered another species' love language. ]
Reciprocity.
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When she looks at Peter now, she thinks she knows what he views of her. A bad idea wrapped in black leather. She isn't... safe, in her opinion, like a certain redhead – but maybe the novelty was there. Someone who gets Spider and finally has been taking the time to learn how the man operates.
She isn't a sob story – no daddy issues or tragic college incident would leave her feeling bad about herself. He makes her want to give it another go, to let him know that he can quip with her and chase her across the city as much as he wants. When he speaks, she sobers up and listens. ]
Didn't know you had a weird praise kink, but... also didn't know you had some chocolate sense as well... [ A joke, sure but she was mostly teasing about being the cause for someone improving, she implies but she knows why. It's because it's proof that being selfless isn't for nothing. It'll get that guy killed one day... but the world needs more people like Peter Parker.
Her thumb catches the corner of his lip softly, just watching for truth between his sly remarks. He's guarded too, she knows it – there's no denying. She goes ahead and just... nuzzles him. To move her hands from his jawline and just wrap her arms around his neck. He can neck her all he wants, nuzzle into her in return but Felicia grins to herself to hear him talk about the same. Real equal opportunity over here. ] You make it really easy to fall all over you. When you peel away the red and blue spandex... proverbially, I mean, it's nice to know you're still the same.
[ Literally, that's coming soon. Their impromptu hug wasn't going anywhere, but she pulls back enough to be honest again: ]
Stay the night with me. You want it too, don't you?
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But again. No matter how cynical Peter gets, he always hopes. And he's damn sure he's gonna have to die before he can ever lose hope. ]
There's a lot you don't know. Yet.
Not that I'll confirm or deny either of those things!
[ Well, then. Yet more nuzzling comes his way, and Peter's positively smothered. This is more affection than he can remember getting, and he's genuinely struggling to recall. That
sus af writingpheromone stuff with Cindy doesn't count. No, this is different. Not predicated by instinct beyond his control, but by an active will. Far more emotional than (god forbid) olfactory. So he nuzzles back at her, as if he internalized that love scene from The Lion King just a little too much when he was a kid. ]"Peel." Maybe that's it. You only fell so easily because really, you just slipped on a banana...
[ But then, after Felicia inevitably repudiates him for his stupid joke, Peter regards her sincerely. Being held at bay, Felicia pulling back to give herself the space to ask him that fateful question... he can only smile at her wistfully. ]
Like I said, Felicia.
I'm right where I want to be.
[ And as if to seek forgiveness for the dumb joke, Peter stops nuzzling, but stays close. Close enough to instead kiss Felicia's cheek. It's a chaste peck that precedes another, on the corner of her lip. Then he throws caution to the wind, quickly peppering her lip with just one more kiss. Her lips are only another kiss away when he's done, resting his forehead on hers. Looking right into her eyes, too, as if all else disappears. ]
But if you needed a clearer answer than that, yes. I'll stay over.
Something tells me a coffee date's on for tomorrow morning. We're both gonna need the pick-me-up.
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[ They can tease, play back and forth idly as if they were young and dumb again. They balance progress with a safety net made of webs and good intentions. They had to figure themselves out first. Spiderwebs don't ever go in a straight line either, y'know...
But, for all the different web weaving analogies I could do, there was something clear: they were stuck together. Fate brings them back, fate makes sure that even after being enemies, they can... heal. Felicia's not an open person, but she definitely tries here. If she doesn't speak about their tension, lets it go on after dozens of coffee dates... did she even have a right to be jealous? Still would happen, but... she doesn't take this risk. Not right now. They've made it a habit to try not to miss their dates, catch up on things outside of their costumes... finally blending parts of their lives together. During their talks, it's clear Felicia doesn't have too much going on – that her loneliness was hidden by staying busy with minor things.
And it culminates to her making a stand. Here and now, she finally fights for what she wants instead of playing some stupid game of cat and mouse. Was she scared he'd return her affections? That she wasn't stealing his attention right now? All she did was want him here and when he accepts – he can see the pout of her lips curl up into a smirk. The kisses were familiar, they were cute in their own way – but she has to one-up him. What kind of femme fatale would she be, either way?
She almost calls the whole thing off when he makes his joke, but fortunately – ]
You're so lucky I'm on top of you right now or I'd kick you out after that...
[ However... Talks of coffee fade away with how her lips mold against his. It's softer than usual, longing and full of relief. Her teeth catch his bottom lip with a playful tug, deepening the kiss with open mouth and, yeah tongue. You knew what you were signing up for.
When she's barely had her fill, she pulls back – hand combing through his brown strands of hair, cradling the back of his head with her palm. ]
If we can even get out of here in the morning... you know I like to sleep in.
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[ In whatever way she chooses... from a number of ways across Peter's vivid imagination. So vivid it's almost paralyzing, really, that the anticipation compels him to stick to the peppering of chaste kisses that he started with. Not so much because that's all he knows how to do, but because in his own way, he's just damn nervous. They've had all this time, all these coffee dates and well-intentioned heists, to get comfortable with each other again. To sit with each other's flaws, poke fun at each other for every stupid little thing, and yet... he feels a need to impress her. To live up to the same carefree coolness that she evokes, even if that's not what draws her to him.
It's all a feeling Peter can't even articulate in words, right now, even as it compels him to second-guess himself. He's not scared at all of getting kicked out for telling a bad joke, but deep down... he's scared of getting kicked out for being a bad lay. And he doesn't know why he should fear that with her! But it helps that Felicia takes command, then, biting his bottom lip and smothering him in a deeper kiss than any he'd attempted on her. There's less to fear here than he imagined-- less to worry about. So while she sits on his lap, he wraps an arm around the small of her back, his opposite hand cupping her cheek - just as she cradles the back of his head, her fingers buried in his hair. ]
I can play delivery man again.
Perhaps in more of the... stereotypical way I was joking about, earlier.
[ A nervous laugh. Peter's getting ahead of himself here, anticipating a round two before round one has even started. But maybe that's a good sign, that he can broach something like that in jest.
What followed can't be interpreted as ironic, though. The way Peter tilts his head to plant another kiss, deeper now than previously, but not as committed as Felicia's. At least not until it occurs to him to do the same thing with his tongue, flitting it gently against her own during their mouths' extended contact-- the gentle collision of their lips as Peter - already embracing her - holds her closer. ]
You'll probably have to tell me what you want in advance... if you're sleeping in.
[ He broke away from the kiss briefly to speak, but didn't distance his face from Felicia's. It feels perfect, staying this close. For once, all the power and responsibility in the world can wait... and that's okay. Because as much as Peter has a responsibility to others that's worth cherishing and upholding, he has to learn that he's got a responsibility to himself. His own wellness, and the wellness of those who matter to him the most.
Peter's hand that had been cupping Felicia's cheek gravitates downward, though. His fingers grip the hem of her robe, tracing one side's diagonal slant down her chest, only to then tug. Not enough for the whole thing to come undone, obviously, but enough to gesture at the desire to see it happen. And for someone who runs his mouth on the regular... he finds it hard to use his words. It's not like he's a novice at this, but. Christ. How can he not feel like one in front of Felicia? ]
Uh...
[ He's not all far gone. Now he wants to laugh at himself for feeling imposter syndrome about sex. ]
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[ This isn't their first date. This isn't their first... hook-up. Felicia reclaimed a lot of her flirtations, acted on desires without having to think of the consequences, and fought for what she wanted. A long line of pocketed moments, where they fumble feelings with their desires brings them here. Where she keeps herself planted firmly against him – with no regret in her words or actions.
Their kiss brings back old flames, forcing her to navigate them both so they don't get burned too quickly. Felicia wanted him – wanted to make up for the time lost fighting or too scared to enjoy something good. Demanding a ring wasn't her endgoal, but a little fun...? Why not? Why not? This was harmless – how could it be anything else? He feels good against her lips and she likes the way he looks at her when she pulls back.
Her backside moves around slightly, adding an idle friction in their own anxious realization of where this was really going. ]
No, it's not pizza time, Peter. I think we're both hungry for something else –
[ It was as if her words center him. His joking deflects met Felicia's seriousness. Her passion that was channeled clearly in the way he kisses her again. Her tongue wrestles against his in slow, melodic licks – catching the pout of his lip again, giving him access to her own mouth for his advances.
By the time they've collected a handful of embraces, she traces her hand down his neck, collarbone, past his stomach to wedge between them. Her hand doesn't stop – not until she feels lower, like they both knew where the target would be. ]
We can order in. It's fine – [ Back on track, Parker.
That robe does little to cover her in the grand scheme of things. That infamous cleavage that started this whole thing... the thickness of her thighs spread against his outer muscle – it hikes up in the right way to give him access to what was underneath but. Nah, she'll go for it.
He would feel her hand not... find its target! Instead, it dips back up to tug the single sash and undo her robe, letting it fall limp against the side of her body. Shocker: a black bra and panties reveal themselves, sculpted against a body he may want to spend time re-mapping... ] Breakfast in bed always sounds pretty good, doesn't it...?
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[ He can't let her off the hook for every theft just because of... this. But that's definitely something to table. Always to table, for she's as prone to heists as he is to heroics. And as the two of them know, they can slap each other on the wrist for their conflicting views all day. But right now, this isn't about what separates them. This is about what they have in common, and what they plan to do having found common ground. ]
Are you sure? Because now that we're talking about pizza--
[ At least he's cognizant enough to know he's about to run his mouth. He holds that thought, not seeking to spoil the moment any further. ]
Stopping there. Pizza can wait.
[ He was also compelled into silence by the descent of Felicia's hand, whose curious roaming leads her to her target. She hadn't even touched him yet, but below the belt, Peter's mere anticipation leaves something present and waiting for her fingers-- something waiting to broken free as soon as he ditches his Spider-suit. He tried not to acknowledge it, odds improved by the manner in which his eyes are glued to Felicia's chest.
What with it now exposed by the falling away of her robe. Though she's clad in underwear, her current state leaves little to the imagination, and 'little' becomes a less applicable word to whatever's going on between Peter's legs. His complexion reddens enough to compete with his suit's color scheme, and he worries that in speaking again he's just gonna stammer incoherently. So maybe the silence will come as a relief to Felicia, or maybe... she'll miss the mile-a-minute pace of his wit.
Then again, it's Peter. She won't be missing it for long. ]
Doesn't sound like breakfast is all you have in mind. Glad our plans overlap...
[ If he allows hesitation to control him, he'll be stuck sitting here deliberating all day. So he's just going to act - come hell or high water - and pick up the pieces of any mistakes he makes as he goes. If he makes mistakes. He doubts, however, that he's committing anything egregious by reaching around her and - together with the hand already on her back - undoing her bra to free her from it. Another article that falls limp, just to be collected and disposed, there being no further need for it. ]
This doesn't reflect a conflict of interests, does it?
[ He says it with a more comfortable grin than before, like a man who knows what he's doing. It's not like this is Peter's first rodeo, but Christ. Forget quips running mile-a-minute. In front of a topless Felicia, that's a better way to describe Peter's heart rate.
And watch it spike as his hand - the one that had reached around her previously - retreats to better cup her exposed breast. To collect its mass in his hand, fingers squeezing and palm pressing, hoping it means something that now he's actually fondling her. It's probably a familiar sensation, despite how long it's been. Felicia can only imagine the control he must exercising, trying not to let his hand stick as it normally does to most surfaces.
If she really wants to talk about sticky fingers, he's got some of his own to worry about! ]
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If you mention pizza one more time...
[ She's putting the pussy on lockdown. Period.
He'd earn a soft pap on his cheek, keeping him going forward and returning his focus. Her seduction wasn't some outlandish act – no lapdance or anything wild. The leather, in reality, was the most exciting part of her whole gimmic. Uh. Except for like, maybe a certain harness back in her closet? Neither here nor there. :/ Tonight, Felicia trades leather for lace... trades fluff for the silk robe that had overstayed its welcome.
The red in the face was cute, his arms around her fumbling with accuracy undoing her bra just sweetens the deal. Her fingers dance against his costume, nails hooking against the webbing embroidered onto his suit. A texture she's very... very intimate with by now. ]
Only a conflict if you want to play fight. Like old times sake. Chase me across a rooftop or two... end up in a Four Seasons bickering about something or other...
[ He touches her and he can feel the weight of her chest clearly, the plush shape molded against his palm. There's something different about him this time – as if he's calculating things, trying not to mess up. Felicia picks up on it pretty easily. Even if he holds onto her, she leans forward enough to drag her tongue to his jawline, kissing and letting her teeth graze down to the slight exposure of his neck. They sink in softly, playful and leveraging her a little bit further onto him. One hand grips up onto the top of the couch, balancing the cat easier as her voice was slick against his ear: ]
Baby, you know how we get. This isn't any different. I want you... you want me... be selfish with me. We're a dynamic duo, y'know...? Except we get to do the freaky stuff.
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Felicia pulls away with one last nip against his earlobe, sitting back until her backside settles on his thighs more firmly. As if apologizing for her 'fakeout', her hand is back down and she dances her fingertips right against his crotch. Not daring to touch any bulge that may be evident or not, instead teasing the thought of finding where his base ached for her – just.. y'know, playing it coy. ]
This is fun and you know it.
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Afraid you'll get hungry? 'Cause I kinda am...
[ Was the toast not enough carbs? Curse his spider-metabolism, apparently.
Keeping the thought going, the silly prospect of pizza, allows Peter to gather himself. Get his bearings straight. He can only shut himself up for so long before the quips come back out, be he's trying. Because when something is important enough, he wants to show it by turning off the quipping center of his brain.
As opposed to turning off the dark.Of course, it becomes harder to continue speaking when suddenly, Felicia's hands seize his attention. The way she delicately appraises the fine webbing on his suit, black patterns raised slightly past the red and blue spandex. He's not so shy as to sweat in his nervousness, but damn.If he did, he wouldn't blame himself. ]
Pretty sure this is a play fight of a different kind... but I know you know that.
From where I'm sitting, though, you seem more than willing to give chase for a change.
[ He speaks with amusement thinking he'd be offsetting his trepidation, but he realizes something. Any nervousness in him is fading fast, the longer he spends with Felicia on his lap. Like being so close to her this far in, on the precipice of something more between them, isn't as scary as the back of his mind made it out to be. Rather, it's tangible. And from the way he now fondles her... very much so. It helps for Peter to crane his neck as Felicia returns his affections, enjoying the gentlest of stings from her little kisses. He almost giggles at the sensation, his guard finally crumbling.
Turns out his spider-sense won't be necessary. He trusts Felicia. Even when she broaches the "freaky stuff." ]
That means the web shooters stay on, don't they?
[ And there it is. Now that her fingers tease at its crotch, daring him to harden against her touch, he's found his sense of humor. But this time, it's not a defense mechanism. He's not sheltering himself from the situation. Rather, he's embracing it. Much like he embraces Felicia, exposed now from the waist up. But it's time to muster some courage, overcome great fear like a certain primary-colored ringslinger might. Because Peter tosses aside her robe and her bra, letting them fall onto the other end of the sofa. He sinks his fingers, still gloved with the fine embroidered webbing, into the hem of her panties. Tugging, like before, but only as a gesture of intent. ]
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[ Felicia wasn't subtle, but she makes it clear that unlike another cat-themed burglar, she doesn't give a damn about breakfast post-sex. For all she cares, she can't see past the next hour. The thought of them like this, where they can give into the tension they've had 10 coffee dates ago... it feels liberating. Maybe she's stealing something else and this time...? There's no resell value.
There's a gentleness in how she sits against his lap, as if she wants him to know that she's holding back... that it takes a lot for Felicia Hardy to slow down and enjoy a moment like this. Where her fingers map against familiar webbing, where her lips want to leave goosebumps anywhere she could. ]
Y'know, most people would feel flattered being chased... being craved. Does that... get you excited, Sp- Peter? [ Her nickname was cut short, she wanted him to know who she wanted to fuck. Not a costumed arachnid, even though that'll come eventually? It was him... in all of his good-natured glory. This is where the good guy gets the girl, even if she's so damn bad when she gets in the mood to be. ] Mmm, tempting... but I don't feel like making you web yourself like that.
[ Ah! Innuendos! Felicia hoists her hips up a little when he tugs at her panties, the final bit of clothing that graces her skin. There's something chilling about the way Peter looks to her now, that they ended up earning some downtime to just... be with one another. Maybe she's a bit impatient, maybe she wanted him to know what he was doing to her. ]
Hey... you remember the that night after we stopped Vulture from breaking out Electro...? [ She isn't him when it comes to rambling when nervous, but, she has her moments. It has a point, she swears. Before she goes forward, her palm presses down to his front half – to finally cup at whatever tension he offers her. It's deep, kneading, and needy... but she doesn't break eye contact with him. ] When we dropped in through the skylight of your place... and you thought your neighbors heard us...?
[ Like, with sex, not just breaking and entering. He had to know what she meant. Felicia's free hand raises, her thumb tracing against his bottom lip to feel his pout – to tempt him further. ]
My neighbors are real jerks, makes all kind of noise too. ...Could use a little payback, make them jealous.
[ And her emphasis was clear: break her back tonight, nerd. ]
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See for yourself, Ca- Felicia.
[ Even in some of his own bashfulness, he tries to squeeze a joke in there. A light jab at her, but perhaps also... a show of understanding. That they share the same priorities, and aren't here to fuck each other's counterparts. They're here for themselves. And when she talks about him webbing himself, he can't help but laugh. ]
Afraid it'll get all over the place, eh?
Well tell me, then. How are you gonna make me web myself?
[ ...That sounded sexier in his head. At least he doesn't have to dwell on it for too long, as Felicia embarks on a tangent about their past antics. It's something, alright: the youthful vigor when they came together, conspiring towards their trysts with the eagerness of dumb teenagers. ]
Huh?
[ That's him struggling to pay attention to Felicia's story. What with her up in his grill, cupping all evidence of his arousal that only hardens against her hand, Peter's a little lost. A little too desiring to maintain a presence of mind. And then she has to play with his lip, torment him with all these little gestures while he's petrified. Less from or fear, but from... amazement. The surreal understanding that he's under the care of an utter bombshell. ]
Yeah, yeah. I follow.
You wanna make a whole show of it? Fine. No holding back.
[ But if he wants to commit, he has to forego all that petrification. And his first move is to reach for the bottom of his shirt and pull it up (yes, it's a two-piece, like that of another agile vigilante who heckles his enemies), tossing it on the discard pile shortly thereafter. If Felicia's gonna offer herself up as a treat in all her nakedness, Peter feels a need to follow suit. To give her more she can appreciate, now that some of his physical endowments are no longer concealed by latex. Before her now is the lean mass of an Olympic gymnast, swelling with power that would seem to contract his high-flying agility... but proves, instead, to compliment it. ]
The waist down, I can also ditch. Kinda wanna set this bad boy free.
[ Yes, he's really talking about his own dick that way. ]
Unless you're willing to do the honors?
[ She's also sitting on him, which another reason he asks. But screw logistics, this is about what's sexy! ]
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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. ]
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[ He returns her gaze with equal intensity, sharing the same recognition of what's possible between them. What they're both willing to accept from each other as the night passes, what it is that criminally, they've been holding back for far too long. It goes without saying at this point, the circumstances that have stayed their hands one too many times. Disappointment, the fear of hurting each other, the longing for what once was and what could be... all there, floating between them.
Waiting to be dismissed by the power of these stolen moments. ]
To give me everything you've got. Or at least a little bit of it.
Not even gonna look at my Calendar app to make sure.
[ Even now, Peter can't help a little silliness. Some levity he can never do without, despite the focus he devotes to discarding his clothes. The shirt was one thing, easy enough to remove. But the pants... well, Peter thought he had it covered, but Felicia made her swift and decisive intervention. Down came the boxers, still within said pants, to free Peter from the waist down, revealing what can only be said to have the proportional size of... a man. A man's cock, with absolutely no hint of spider as a required prefix.
(Not that Felicia required confirmation)
In eager anticipation, he can only watch as Felicia roams his body, a hand gently appraising his length. Though he hardens against her hand, less from a consistent sensation that her touches bring forth - more from the expectation of more to come, he's not disappointed to watch her climb him. Doing so... steadily. Dragging herself across his body, pressing her own softness against the firmness of his torso. Making him aware of every inch of her, every part of her she's now offering up to him on a silver platter.
Though it doesn't surprise him per se, he nearly gasps at the intensity with which Felicia smothers him, every kiss a burdensome gesture of her own affection. This, however, is a burden Peter's happy to carry. To share. And he shares it by replying with his own kisses, pressing his lips against hers with equal fervor. An utter and intense interest in Felicia that guides not only his every kiss, but also every touch of his hands, venturesome as they roam her exposed back. Wanting to massage her, caress her, hold her still-- just. Touch her.
He wants to return the favor, remembering what she did to get a rise out of him. So while Felicia's clambered on top of him, legs spread only just so, Peter relinquishes a hand from her back to slip it between her legs. To begin stroking her folds with his fingertips, insinuating his own inclination to venture further, deeper, at her behest. But more than that, he's content to drag two fingers down her slit, surveying any evidence of her own interest. ]
Sorry... [ Part of him fears he might be acting too soon. As if for now, kissing might be enough. ]
I just saw an opening.
[ Yeah, there's no justifying that joke. ]
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His stiffness against her fingers was familiar, so she grabs hold roughly and begins pumping away. Feeling any twitch, any further solidifying proof that he wants her right there. Her thumb presses to his slit, milking for any pre as if trying to prove a point. To control him through little gestures that were so acutely unfair. As if she knew all of his weaknesses... she acts on them!
By the time she's left sighing in relief, feeling fingertips stroke and slide against her – he's left with a consolation prize in the form of some web of her own...? She clearly was getting off, her cunt glossed with arousal and it sticks between his fingers with a smoothness that was pure temptation. ]
Y'know... if you see it, you may as well... take it, right?
[ Was she goading him? Trying to get him to angle his tip in the right way against her? Felicia scoots forward just enough, pulling his cock back enough so his tip smacks to her front half. ]
Not the first time we made a mess of your suit...
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[ He looks down to see if he can catch a glimpse of the slickness between his fingers, but then he's begun slipping them just too far in... like it's second nature. With every intention of starting slow, Peter's entry is gradual. Meticulous. Wanting to fill her first, waiting till her folds touch the base of his two fingers before he curls them, applies pressure, tilts his wrist-- the works. All he can achieve from this position, short of pummeling away at her walls. For now, he wants to reacquaint her with his touch. ]
...Sticky fingers and all.
[ Not that his wallcrawling tendencies will prove a hazard to their intimacy. Not to the touches they exchange as Peter feels her up from the inside, and Felicia feels him up from the outside. Her hand wrapped around his cock, teasing his tip to provoke some pre out of his intensifying arousal. There's nothing further for him to hide, cock upright to its fullest extent, utterly beholden to Felicia's ministrations - her just pawing away at it to her liking.
With the way Felicia soon positions herself, Peter lets his fingers escape from between her legs, planting a moistened hand on the couch cushion beside him. ]
The last mess would've made Anti-Venom blush, just saying.
[ Get it? Because he's all white and gooey and-- /shot
As if to recover from the egregiousness of such a joke, Peter finds other uses for his hands while Felicia mounts him. The time spent gauging her wetness, appraising her from the inside to better put her in the mood, is well worth it. A task he can always resume later, as his hands instead roam her bare body. Starting with the places easiest to reach, like her sides, Peter's caresses travel to her back, her shoulder blades, then around to her chest. It's like they come home to settle down when they each cup her breasts, cradling them with a careful affection as his thumbs stroke each nipple. With his hands coarse and callous from his acrobatic escapades, there's a roughness to Peter's touch that might offer a titillating friction. Something rather different from the smoothness of his entry prior, when slickened with the wetness of Felicia's arousal. ]
I'm happy to just... touch you, okay? But tell me what you want.
What you really, really want.
[ Now he just wants to make her laugh during sex, it seems. Less driven by anxiety and more... by hearing the sound of Felicia's laughter. Of watching her smile, even and especially when it's a Peter you idiot kind of look. It's something he can always stand to see more of-- something he can't get enough of. ]
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