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[declaw]

Uh huh.. I don't need to do much if all I want is right... here...

[ 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. ]

[radioactivities]

[ A shame she can only imagine those Goosebumps, while he's still clad in his spider-suit. But for now, Peter waits for an opportune moment to ditch his own ensemble, its snugness seeming all the more restricting the longer he goes on wearing it. Felicia exercising some mercy here by sitting on him so gently, it just makes the promise of anything further all the more tantalizing. Which is why all the proof she's gonna need of him being tantalized is already taut and upright between his legs-- nothing his suit's equipped to hide. ]

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! ]

[declaw]

[ She liked when he said her name more than she liked to admit. That she'd feel shivers of excitement roam down her back, making her arch inward like a cat stretching – getting her closer to Peter. She plays a deadly game with him, teasing him and acting at the right time – striking when she needs to as if the night was still so young. She doesn't rush, taking things unusually slow for her usual MO. ]

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. ]

[radioactivities]

There should be just enough time tonight, then.

[ 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. ]

[declaw]

[ A freefall has to end eventually. Just, fortunately for both of them, they know when to defy gravity and swing to avoid a kerrrrsplat. They save their relationship, in a sense, from awkward hang-ups or regret. They act now, saving the best for the moment they share now. He's still the same Peter Parker, same Spider-Man and Felicia wouldn't have him any other way right now. Sure, she scoffs and rolls her eyes but – the yoink of his front half downward leaves little up in the air. Demanding something short of him fucking her into the nearest shared wall, making her moan for him well into the wee hours of the morning... it came with more than just need. She lets her wants be clear, fighting for it through his quips to keep them on track.

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...

[radioactivities]

I don't see any other alternatives.

[ 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. ]

[declaw]

[ It's good. Damn good. As if she had been deprived of something so emotionally draining and physically taxing... she stiffens her back when he touches her. Finally a release of tension, something Felicia was in desperate need of. Her grip against his dick grows rougher, focusing on his first few inches. As if pulling his own preferences from the back of her mind, she handles him with care – ghosts of hearing him moan at her touch spur her onwards, recalling past moments they shared when they were younger and much more stupid. ]

Peter – just... shut up, baby. Just for a few minutes.

[ Airy and desperate, she pleads with him to be serious just for a little while. Enough for her to get off and for him to keep twitching between the efforts of her fingers. By the time he pulls away, to cup against the swell of her breast and pay attention to the cute peaks of pink – she's moving fast. It was there, begging for her to take too, his cock needing the same attention she did. She doesn't mind a bit how he touches her, how rough or soft he is, but she's left laughing at the impromptu concert he tries to give her.

Leaning back enough to pull his cock forward, his tip presses against her slit – panties long tossed or pulled to the side – who cared. They've fucked in worse. There's something about the way her lower half moves, graceful and teasing all at once. His tip was coated within a few drags, where if he peers down between him... he can see how that pretty pink kisses against him. ]

Then keep touching me, lover. [ Hi 80's throwback. ] And let me handle you down here. You seem so... so lonely.

[ And with the right pivot, she sinks her form onto him. Protection? Pffft. Who cares – Felicia's half out of it with lust and a few glasses of wine and they both make stupid choices together. Her insides greet him, snugly and wet with arousal. Desperate, just as much as her words. Both of her hands grip to the insides of his elbows as he still fondles against her, bracing herself as she squirms down to adjust to him. ]

I really, really wanted this... nnn, wanted you.

[radioactivities]

[ It's funny, Peter found. The release of tension promised, here, entailed some other tensions of its own. Like the sudden rigidity of Felicia's back, as Peter's fingers pressed against it, caresses having become light massages and vice versa at a whim. This much he discerned, of course, before his hands now fondle her breasts in the present moment. ]

Gonna try. Making no promises.

[ Unless he puts himself back on a roll with all the quips, it's easier for him to just lose coherence. Let the intensity of the moment, the candidness of their own intimacy, get the best of him. Between the two of them, of course, he knows that's not a bad thing. Hence a smile less from nervousness and more from excitement-- maybe he even pride. Because she did laugh at his joke. How can he also not smile as she grinds herself against him, their sexes gently colliding to elicit a mutually conjured friction? He's not even inside her, but the titillation - the anticipation - draws yet more pre out of him. ]

Now that, I can promise. [ Touching her. Like he'd say no to that! ]

Being a solo act? Yeah. It can be... fatiguing.

[ He doesn't know how to address his own loneliness. Because whatever way Felicia meant it, Peter feels like he's quenching a thirst he didn't think he had-- tried not to think he had. It's the same as filling a void. And evidently, in exchange, Peter sees himself leaving the same effect on Felicia. Reciprocates the same... quenching. Just by touching her, for now. Hands unrelenting in their affections, pressing her breasts, squeezing them, stroking each nipple. More of the same, more of what's good, when he's not caressing her sides instead. The biggest takeaway, here, is that Peter can't not touch her. Like he's committed to better acquainting himself with the sensation of Felicia.

And she definitely helps in that regard, mounting him. Peter's certain that his spider-sense will inform his pullout game, so he's got no grief to give here. Only... the bucking of his hips, upward into Felicia. Unceasing in all his fondling while he allots some focus into filling her, walls so tantalizingly tight around his cock. ]

You don't say. Well... [ He laughs at what he's about to tell her-- ]

You keep steady, while I keep abreast of the situation.

[declaw]

[ Fortunately, Felicia knew how he was. Was he extra nervous right now? Yeah, she can feel it. The tension between them was at a breaking point mere moments ago and now it's either snapped free or broke entirely. With that, there's a freedom that feels so sacred... as if they both earned it after all the bullshit they went through. The fights, the break-ups, the saving-the-days – whatever Felicia wanted to think to believe she earned someone as wonderful as Peter Parker underneath her... she thinks it.

And she clenches onto him with a desire that was hard to match.

She gives him leeway to keep on, but she reaches her hand up to grip his jaw, to make him focus on her and her alone. His touches drive her wild, makes her ass push down further to sink into him. She always knew he was big, but this reunion was something that makes her insides feel hot with excitement and anticipation – with want and need all blurring together.

Felicia winces when he strokes at her nipples, their hardened nubs reacting and giving him confirmation he was doing something right. Her moan was honest, a relaxing sigh before she grinds herself forward, hoisting herself up enough just to drop down. Steady and slow, she makes it painful for them to scratch that itch they both want.

What a cocktease. ]

Well, yeah, keep yourself busy with that and let me... nnn, go to work. I'll take care of you. Take care of both of us.

[ Maybe she knows exactly how he likes it. How her fingers smear down his jawline and clutch the side of his neck possessively and her eyes refuse to flutter shut. Just to watch him, noting each small reaction he may have between quips. ]

Fuck, Peter.

[ It sounds like a purr rolling off her tongue when she picks up only enough speed to make adjusting herself on him feel good – where he stirs her in just the right way. ]

Tell me you missed this.

[radioactivities]

[ The more Felicia speaks, the further Peter spirals into the fog of his own arousal, all too caught up in the gyrations of her hips while she mounts him. “Take care of you,” she says. “Take care of both of us.” There’s so much eagerness in Felicia, so much yearning, that Peter wants to recognize and reward. That could mean taking command, smothering her in his own brand of affection… but in interrupting, he’d be doing her own smothering a disservice. So, no. This is fine. More than fine. Rather than share the burden that Felicia so willingly takes, Peter contemplates a way to express gratitude. No more of an ethos driven by guilt, like all things Peter Parker, but one driven by the recognition of another’s compassion.

Something Felicia has in spades, whether she knows it or not.

So what’s the harm, then, in a little positive reinforcement? Like the kind Peter instills by bucking up, hips colliding with Felicia’s rhythmically, for each moment that her body descends upon him. It’s not just that he fills her utterly, in these instances, but that he comes at her from below with a renewed and vigorous force. Never too much that he’d launch her into the ceiling, of course, but just enough reserves of his strength to return the sensations she gives… and then some. For all her caresses of his body, her clutches of his neck, Felicia’s gonna need a tighter grip on him because of this. Which is why Peter relinquishes his grip on her breasts, hands descending to seize her wrists instead. To hold her tight there, before deciding it’s better to take each of her hands, fingers intertwined. Yet more affection, as Peter returns Felicia’s advances with yet more of his spider-strength. ]

Of course I missed this.

[ Seems the handholding isn’t just to be sweet, but to keep her balanced— to keep her from flying right off! But Peter’s managed to strike a balance of his own, thrusting from below just enough to deliver a sensation few others can, a display of his strength short of launching Felicia off. There’s an equilibrium here from which she alone can reap the benefits, the full impact of Peter’s encroachments filling her walls. Her lips below continue to accommodate his girth, colliding with his base upon every descent of her body. ]

I missed you.

[ While all of this is well and good, Peter might’ve overplayed his hand a little. Because the more that he’s contributed to all their intimate contact, the more he anticipates his own unraveling… like its arrival will be sooner rather than later. But maybe, he tells himself, this is what Felicia wants. What Felicia means by taking care of him, to reduce him to such a mess. To goad him into this proactive state, thinking he can pleasure her and flip the tables on her when really… he’s only furthering his own demise. He’s playing right into her hands, is what’s happened. But “losing” in this way, to a contest none of them have even verbalized, might just be Peter’s biggest win in a long time.

It’s this recognition that causes him to chuckle a bit, even as Felicia still rides him. Even as he expects himself to finish if they keep this up. ]

Even now, you manage to be two steps ahead of me. Damn…

[ That’s him, steeped in the mental abstraction of his own arousal, struggling to explain himself. ]

Can I just say that’s a really good problem to have?

[declaw]

[ He makes her want to give more than she takes.

For a thief with sticky fingers in a non-sexual sense? That said a lot. Peter was good, more than she feels like she deserves sometimes, but now that didn't matter. Morals were left at the balcony and here, she selfishly just wants to swallow him whole. Whatever sense you think of, it was true. When he lets the quips melt away and fall short, honest with her – she feels a shiver crack down her spine and she honestly moans for him with such need and want.

Their back and forth was at a 10 all night, but now she was hitting it into overdrive. When he bucks up to meet her eagerly, she welcomes every inch he offers in kind. Wet, warm, and tight – Felicia was often hard to figure out but it was clear he fucks her in ways that leaves her wanting more.

Both hands move to claw through his short strands of hair, nails scraping to his scalp and clutching onto the back of his head. There's a force that she likes, makes her feel like she has to deal with the brunt of everything he is – spider strength and all – and it challenges her in every way.

The couch doesn't squeak under their motions, but she's loud enough to cover it if it did. Leaning down, her tongue finds itself against his jawline, sinking her teeth into his neck softly in some fit of playful fighting – a hushed whisper right near his ear shortly after. ]

I give you a damn good view... nnn, why would you ever... try to get in front of me?

[ She knows why she took lead in the vents during Foomgate, afterall.

She liked when he looked at her, liked when he tried to figure her out. It was as if she gets closer to who she was really suppose to be. Yet... now, she just wants him inside of her. Wants him to feel like they were stupid kids just suiting up again. Costumes were the least of her worries now, even if she still loved seeing him in the suit – preferably the black one.

For now, she'll take him nearly bare – right in the middle of her overpriced penthouse where she was whimpering out without fear of sounding too... much. ]

Like that — just... like that. Puuuurrrrfect...

[ Felicia... does do cat puns, don't you ever forget. ]

[radioactivities]

[ It's only at a time like this that Felicia's moans couldn't possibly be more melodic, fomenting the apex of Peter's arousal. Or, more accurately, the steady climb towards it: a climb that had become increasingly unsteady with the acceleration of their combined movements. Because the further Felicia goes, the further Peter follows... and vice versa. The descent of her body is met by the ascent of his hips, their hands gripping each other tight as the two - in unison - utterly give to each other. And then she gives him something else: a frivolous question. Teasing, in more ways than one. In a way that gets Peter to crack an amused smile in Felicia's direction. ]

Don't you know, Felicia?

With you, every view's a good view.

[ He means it. If he wasn't so gung ho about power and responsibility, he could stare at her for hours... in a non-creepy way. More from a place of admiration, which is not entirely different from the way he views her now. Tinged, perhaps, with both lust and longing. But ultimately, admiration prevails. Not just for who Felicia is, or even who Peter believes she can be, but who she wants to be because of him.

Who she is, however, is currently more than enough. Especially for Peter's body, which buckles under the encroaching tide of his own pleasure. The sensation swells from between his legs, radiating through his cock as he pumps it faster, now, than ever in the past night. Harder, yes, but again-- never so hard as to send Felicia flying. A small instinct of Peter's compels him to rationalize his temptation, imagining himself quickly leaning sideways uncomfortably to reach for his discarded spider-suit, just to retrieve a webshooter. All to catch Felicia in webbing before she can ever collide with the ceiling.

But no. For now, that's a pipe dream. Inspiration, maybe, for how he can later treat Felicia. Just not now.

Because now, Peter definitely feels it. Not just his own approaching orgasm, but his spider-sense: practically flaring as it tells him to pull out lest he face the consequences of this tryst. So as Peter's own breathing quickens, moans escaping his lips in something of a crescendo that matches Felicia's candor... he finishes. ]

Felicia-- hold on, I'm--

[ He relinquishes his cock upon Felicia's next ascent, and finishes. His own seed spurts from the head of his cock, the array landing instead on Felicia's thighs and lower stomach.

It is definitely a coincidence that it happened right when she made the cat pun.

Sated and spent thanks to all the energy he devoted to the act, Peter then collapses on the coach, neglecting to even admire the mess he made. He does look on at Felicia, though, with a tired smile. Softened, no doubt, by fatigue from his laborious efforts. But while she mounts him still, having probably shifted to straddle one of his thighs, she'll find him still recovering, still attempting to catch his breath as his muscles - once visibly tensed in the height of his orgasm - now relax. Tension made evident by Peter's anxiety before and during the act is now gone, his body instead dormant in postcoital repose. ]

Well. That came and went.

Or, more specifically... I did.

[declaw]

[ It was a release she didn't know she needed. The moans, the pure wetness collecting against him – the way she claws at the back of his head... it was like the real cat was coming out. Was luck working in their favor tonight..? No police sirens, no helicopters flying by to capture Peter's attention – it was all on her. And she likes that.

When he talks sweet on her, she can let the moans subside and her forehead to press down to his. Smiling, honestly with no sly kind of undertone. It's honest. It'll be moments like that which will haunt her at night, make her want to call him up for round 402 of their little back and forth. She's not easy to please... so she's always hungry for more. Call her a little selfish and move on.

His roughness will make her thighs hurt, sure – will make the deepest parts of her cunt ache with want for quite some time. But... she knew how this goes. She wanted it, unbridled and unfiltered. Maybe she'll leave some marks on him later in some territorial payback-kinda way.

There's an interruption between them too quickly for her to snap to – she pulls back when he calls out, leaning back enough for him to have complete access to her front half. The arch of his spunk glazes where it should and not buried inside of her during their own reckless foray into this renewed reunion. Felicia's catching her breath, not yet over her own needs – but she's fine, pulling herself off of him to flop back onto the couch. Fortunately, with her legs draped over his lap – she reaches back for a tissue and cleans up the utter mess he made onto her.

She's selfish, but she lets him have his breaths and precious recoup period. ]

You're lucky I'm aware that your spider stamina outlives a man's stamina. [ She teases him with a jab, but – no... she's actually happy about this. Let's her take a moment to cup at herself to keep her own embers burning. To take a moment to catch her breath. ] Good for you? Seems like you really... really needed that. I hope you're still all equal opportunity and going to help me out too.

[radioactivities]

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.

[declaw]

[ 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?

[radioactivities]

Eh, kinda just occurred to me in the thick of it.

[ There's Peter shrugging, momentarily letting go of the webbing on the ceiling so he can free his hands to give that shrug more emphasis. With his legs still clinging to the webbing, or more accurately - the webbing still clinging to his legs - Peter isn't worried about falling off any time soon. He thinks to discard the webshooters, suspecting they'll just be in the way... before aiming down below. Firing a thread, only to hoist it so he can retrieve his mask. He puts it on but only just so, leaving his face below the bridge of his nose still exposed. Only then does he drop the web shooters onto the sofa, before regarding Felicia with an amused smirk. ]

Figured you'd like this.

Not because you like the Spider more than the Man.

[ He won't ignore, after all, how much Felicia's consciously changed. ]

But because you love both.

[ Before he can ruminate too long about accidentally saying "love," he cuts to the chase. That spider stamina Felicia was talking about goes unquestioned here, Peter well over the need for some kind of post-coital recovery period. Not even cuddles. Rather, said stamina instead compels him to remain secure in front of Felicia, holding her in an embrace while she's more or less bound to the webbing he's produced: he slips a hand through the small of her back, his arm cradling it as his other hand fondles her nearest breast. Back, in some sense, to the way they started. In Peter's encroachment, though, this isn't a spider out to consume their prey... by any literal meaning.

What he seems keen to do, instead, is sample her. To secure himself, he straddles one of her legs. Braving the white floof of her hair that's beholden to gravity, Peter faces down the side of her neck to plant a languid kiss on its skin. He sucks on it, licks it up, kisses it - each gesture more smothering, more supplicant than the last. There's a fervency here that he struggled to contain when Felicia was riding him, Peter forgetting that the object here is to disturb neighbors who've shown less care over the loudness of their own fucking.

Now, it took discipline over time for Peter to know how to manage his sticky fingers. How to be able to let go of a surface without the struggle that comes with adhesive palms and fingertips. He exercised such mastery earlier, when fondling Felicia on the sofa. But now, it's time to demonstrate just how much he can control. For in fondling Felicia now, Peter purposefully allows his hand to stick at times. After a particularly drawn out squeeze, he pulls while Felicia's nipple and areola still cling to his palm. He doesn't release until it's clear she responds to just enough of a pulling sensation. With his fingertips, he eventually repeats this, tormenting the same nipple he'd already been caressing into hardness. ]

Promise I'll clean up the webs after this.

[ He whispers into her ear when saying this, before his kisses travel across her cheek and finally, to her lips. ]

Now don't mind me brainstorming a pun that'll rock your world.

The cat's pajamas of jokes.

[declaw]

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.

[radioactivities]

You jest, but I could ring them up right now. Make it a whole--

[ He sighs, deflated as he's unable to follow through with the joke. ]

Y'know what? Not even going there. Not today.

[ At least he laughs it off after the fact, diverting attention to his maneuvers that leave Felicia breathless, the cat ever suspended in anticipation. He doubles down on every kiss against her neck, the ever longing press of his lips leaving impressions on her skin. His kisses soon reach her shoulders, trailing along her nearest clavicle-- all before he shifts to the other side of her neck, where he begins again. Hoping, in all this, to lavish her with affection she was clearly thirsting for.

And to think, he's still fondling her. Touching her. Never wanting to stop touching her, as his hands fail to cease their caresses. When she grinds her thigh against him, hoping to get another rise out of him, he doesn't resist, giving her the satisfaction of watching him harden - watching him grin in acknowledgement of her little gesture. He returns the favor with his own, his nearest hand caressing her thigh, feeling up its underside with careful fingers. Knowing just how much to let stick just before letting go: the occasional interruption to otherwise soft and smooth - and almost ticklish - caresses. ]

You let me keep punning, and I'll do more than that.

...but now that I'm being encouraged, I'm kinda out of material.

[ That same hand that was just caressing her thigh changes tracks, though. Slips around it to sink between her legs and let a finger begin palpating her slit. Meticulously, he brushes her folds, conscious not to start with a bang but to introduce each sensation slowly... and excruciatingly so. Make Felicia want it, expect it, more than she already does-- tantalize her with a show of what Peter's capable of, and the promise that he'll bring it all to fruition. ]

Still got enough left in me for this.

[ Despite introducing only a single finger, that's two that suddenly press against her walls, having slid through the slit only one had been teasing. It's by no means abrupt or forceful... yet. Only a smooth and deliberate encroachment to watch how Felicia reacts as she accommodates the incursion. All the while, Peter's other hand still fondles one of her breasts. His lips remain a whisper away from her ear, Peter having spoken before now resuming his kisses upon her neck.

She doesn't know it yet, but he doesn't want to show his entire hand, so to speak. Hence the slowness. The softness. No, he's biding his time with all this preamble, substantial though it may be.

Because he sure as hell plans to give her a mouthful... in more ways than one. His lips part from her neck, in fact, as Peter crawls downward, planting a trail of kisses down her breasts, then her stomach, then her waist, until his lips reach one of her inner thighs. Felicia can look down to find his head safely nestled between her legs, Peter's fingers having yet to be relinquished from inside her. He seems to have no intention of removing them, as he looks up at Felicia with intent. ]

You mind, uh... spreading these folds of yours? Need to prove I still know where it is.

[ Certainly makes him a better detective than a certain other male animal-themed vigilante, Peter crossing a line that the other can't! ]

[declaw]

Don't threaten me with a good time, Spider. You know what they say about me in the tabloids!

[ Both of them had fallen victim to slander and lies. To sensationalized headlines to earn the attention of the city. "Spider-Man: Is He GAY?" was a favorite but the one that always made her want to ball up any magazines she found on the newsrack: "Black Cat or Black Tramp?" It was a hard life being a costumed hero, but even for someone who values her street cred and walks that morally gray line... it was tough! Either way, it was a brief mention that she deflects with, instead focused solely on every motion Peter has for her. How could she not? He does things no other man could, he makes her feel ways no other impromptu Spider-clone could.

Sorry, the original was pretty much the best. :/

Even if Felicia didn't want to touch him during this whole ordeal of being his 'prey' in this little web, the way she looks down to him was worthy of its own mention. The intensity of her eyes, the deviousness of those pretty greens... Felicia looked at him like he was the prey, as if trying to keep him in line – keep him going lower...

When he touches between her legs, her stomach felt in knots. The attention to her slit, how his fingers just need dive in and give her something was making her squirm up – to try and close the distance further and keep him focused onto her. The neck assault was something that could easily bruise her skin if he really got into it – last thing they needed to leave marks... visible ones, anyway. ]

Aww, poor baby. Maybe I'll get you a pun book for your birthday – nnmph! Peter!

[ When he gets down to her waist, where his kisses traverse each curve and dip of her frame... nope – he doesn't dare pull away, only planning to add to this. Maybe she was getting rewarded for being such a good girl. Hmmm... All she can do was look down, push her hands down with resistance, two digits push against her folds and, y'know – spreading herself for him. ]

Thanks for the image, lover. I missed seeing you like this. Seems like you're home already...

[radioactivities]

Got enough said about me that I still need to catch up to!

So... enlighten me.

[ Sounds like he's horny enough to admit to his own curiosity. By now, though, any pretext of shielding his own vulnerability is well out the window. The proximity they share now, the resulting exposure, leaves nothing left to hide between them. Physically, at least, save for the mask Peter continues to wear as a fanciful little ornament, the lower half of his face left exposed. Kind of sums up what truly lies between them: a willingness to open their hearts to each other, but hiding just enough to play it safe. To let time decide if more is worth sharing.

Peter, as always, is optimistic. But he's not pushing his luck-- that's more Felicia's thing. For now, he goes with what he suspects simply works. Folds now spread open before him, Peter laps his tongue against Felicia's exposed clit, every lick slow and languid... yet playfully so. Like he's purposefully riling her up with anticipation, never mind how much he already busies himself with his fingers. He slips a third one in, in fact, waiting to see if Felicia notices (she will), as each thrust of his hand only strengthens in force. A somewhat boyish eagerness takes over him as his licks sacrifice a methodical slowness for enthusiastic speed, tongue flitting with a greater frequency despite never wavering from the same spot.

Home indeed, like Felicia says. ]

What can I say? Never been too far from it.

[ For a second, Peter feels something resembling Mephisto's influence when saying those words. Granted, it's a microscopic enough sensation that he shrugs it off.

After speaking, he resumes his course. Trading the tip of his tongue for the presses of his lips, which pucker against the circumference of Felicia's clit. Less than an inch below him, here, are fingers that continue working away inside her, curling with a distinct vigor at the apex of every thrust-- each fingertip, at the same time, pressing against her most sensitive spot within. A very hungry spider, clearly... showing the evident benefits of a metabolism that came packaged with all his endowments.

Kidding. But that enhanced libido definitely comes from somewhere. ]

[declaw]

Later! We can spill the tea later... Focus.

[ Even if he is allowed his jokes and puns, she's going to keep them on track. Especially when she has the promise of using his tongue something better. The view brings her back to old times, as does most of their little interactions. Felicia was one of the most forward-thinking girls Peter may know, but there's always something nostalgic about looking back. Seeing the good and bad they got into together and romanticizing it, in her opinion. The mask stays on, but not because they both need it to. It was just to make things as fun and interesting as they always did between them.

Her head tilts back when he doesn't wait a single second after she readies herself. The sensation makes her sigh in relief, repressed feelings and needs all coming to fruition with the strokes of his tongue. The way his fingers work inside of her was the real dynamic duo (trio, now), making her buck up every so often when he hits a sweet spot. Be it insides or her aching nub, Felicia was making noises for him that she hadn't in some time. It wasn't like when she was on top of him – these were more airy, more desperate...

Submissive?

Congrats, it's not every time Felicia get whiney.

When he pulls back just to quip about something that makes little sense to her, fluttering eyes glare down instead, demanding he finishes her off without so much as losing himself to puns, quips, and jokes. Only he would do that with Felicia at his mercy. Tells something about the power he has over her, huh? ]

Fuck. D-Definitely missed this.

[ He knows how to give, that much is clear. Other animal themed heroes could never, but he's good to her. Good for her because it only encourages her to squirm around like the aforementioned prey for the spider, handling the increased attention to the parts he knows drives her wild. Maybe it was the curl of his fingers or the way his tongue and lips pair to her... lower set of lips – either way, she feels comfortable enough to praise him for it, give him some props. ]

Peter... right there, baby. You're still good for it – nnn, going to have to... to put your number back on speed dial for this.

[ She can joke too – even if it was the more torrid, naughty kind of jokes. ]

[radioactivities]

What, now you're above multitasking?

[ Then again, she's been considerably tolerant of Peter's simultaneous comedy act... however subpar. Where his chatter is all flash, his actions are very much all substance. Every movement is in service of taking Felicia closer and closer to that desired edge, Peter's ministrations eliciting moans rather contrary to Felicia's typical demeanor. Yes, she's getting whiny, and yes, she's getting submissive. Meanwhile, Peter down there's learning just how much he likes this.

Not that he's forever opposed to being topped all of a sudden. This is just a side of Felicia he's often not exposed to. A side of her, in fact, that the neighbors surely resent to hear. Well, fine. It's her apartment. So why not amp it up, by marshalling that dynamic trio to dig further inside her, harder and with greater fervor? Replicating what works and bringing more force - some of the reserves of his spider-strength - to make Felicia's body tremble in the tangle of all this webbing.

Her whole self sways in concert with Peter's impositions: every pounding of his hand between her legs, every forceful insertion of his fingers whose tips never cease to press against her walls. All of this he manages while continuing to lap her up, continuing to draw circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, evidently committed to seeing this through to its inevitable conclusion. ]

When was I ever not? After the whole Fin Fang Foom thing?

[ Seems the mere mention of Fin Fang Foom was worth relinquishing his mouth for. Fortunately for Felicia, he resumes his course, reintroducing himself by puckering his lips around her clit, practically kissing the surrounding space as he continues fingering her below. ]

I'm not stopping till the inevitable happens. Just saying.

[ There's a smugness to him now, a spider who's gotten ahead of himself after monitoring the signs of Felicia's dishevelment. It's not often, after all, that he leaves her flustered. He doesn't at all resent her tendency to be in control, to be the one to titillate and tempt him... but the turned tables represent a nice change of pace. Nice enough for Peter to once again be titillated and tempted indeed, as the mere act of witnessing his effects on Felicia restores his own arousal. He doesn't announce it, so Felicia's really gonna have turn her head and look to know, but he's hard as he listens to her unravel-- as he listens to each shudder of pleasure that escapes her lips, the fruits of all his diligence.

It's only a matter of time before he receives his real reward. ]

[declaw]

When it makes it hard to focus on my Big O? Yeah. Just – keep your mouth busy...

[ It was like he knew every curl of his fingers and stroke of his tongue would be her undoing. The girl may put on a front about her feelings most of the time, but she's honest about this. How she looks down to watch the magic unfold, as he uses muscle memory on every sweet spot she may have had. It was uncomfortable at first, makes her feel as if she was literally melting against him – but Peter seems to be rolling with the punches as usual. This time, the punches were just a twitch of her hips – where she grinds up to meet his own efforts.

As he talks, he's not focusing – but she has to indulge him. ]

Pfft... sweetie, you had to – nnn, take the spot from my favorite Thai place... [ What, was this Myspace Top 8? She's joking, laughing to try and keep the mood light – but those laughs turn into a sharp cry of pleasure when those lips kiss in just the right way and his fingers do things hers just haven't in a while. The girl was pent up, sure – but when he lets his smugness and confidence battle her own need for him... she was on a fast-track to reaching their destination. ] Fuck.

Peter.

[ When she says its name, its full of longing. Full of love and full of a disbelief that he was working her into a frenzy. He's doing something right and it was a simple affirmation, a praise she'll know he could stand to hear. Her own bottom lip feels bruised from how hard her teeth gnash against it, where she feels run ragged already – so she gives a warning. ]

Close already... don't boost your ego too – nnn, too high – just get me there...

[radioactivities]

Mouth busy, eh? Ha-- that's what I do best.

[ Never mind that he's referring to an entirely separate context. Currently, no one knows that better than Felicia: Peter running his mouth without quipping a mile a minute. Rather, he's making use of some other talents, here... unrelenting as the live collapse of Felicia's walls entices him further. Proverbial walls, though. Any veneer of composure, coolness, the advantage she constantly holds over Peter, is gone without a trace. She can put herself at ease, this way, letting Peter take it from here, the spider more than equipped to take what the cat dishes out.

Because certainly, he quirks a brow once Felicia starts bucking her hips up, pressing herself against his face while he's trying to eat her out and finger her simultaneously. He doesn't consider it an obstacle, however, but a sure sign of a job well done. Of progress. And the recognition esteems him to take what's so "pent up" within Felicia and cause the dam to break. Peter takes it upon himself to intensify his every gesture, lips pressed harder now against her clit, tongue occasionally flitting out to lap up the same spot. As these intervals impress upon Felicia above, fingers below work to take her to that inevitable destination. For variety's sake, Peter sacrifices power for speed, the initial forcefulness of his hand's every thrust now giving way to a rising frequency, sure to impose a sensation on Felicia's slit as his hand - relentless - drags fingers in and out without fail. ]

Oh, you can count on it.

[ With great power comes great responsibility, after all. And if Peter's got the power to make Felicia see stars-- send her reeling in the tempest of her own orgasm, it's his responsibility to make it so. Look, count on Peter to contrive a way to translate his moral code into pleasing a woman, alright? That's still more than can be said for certain other vigilantes, not to beat a dead horse... or bat, with this joke.

The moral principle in question is at least backed up by its practical application. Peter knows Felicia's close, can feel it in every twitch of her body, hear it in her every pained whimper. It's a rare spectacle to witness, her having come undone this way. It's almost... gratifying, though not as some form of petty satisfaction. Gratifying because it's so authentically her, unafraid to let herself be so vulnerable before him. It's a remarkable change from the way they started, long ago, and Peter cherishes this. That's why he takes it so seriously, having contemplated earlier on this night just how much of himself he can open up to her again.

In seeing this through to the end, taking Felicia closer and closer to that desperately desired edge... Peter reaches a new resolve. Felicia's well worth the risk of vulnerability. The risk of exposure.

And Peter's gonna fight for every chance to swing by her side… especially if it means more coffee dates.

But that’s the thing, right? Peter wants to make this worth Felicia’s while, but sometimes that also entails taking risks, as Felicia herself might. Going out on a limb to try something venturesome, daring, and slightly risqué… though in this case, subtlety’s out the window.

And in Peter’s case, so’s any more of that contact— of the sustained motions of his lips, tongue, and fingers that worked so steadfastly in concert, all to take Felicia closer and closer to her climax. Rather than take Felicia to that desired edge now, Peter conjures an entirely different edge for the time being… conjures it by ceasing operations, doing nothing. Lips, still pressed against Felicia’s folds, remain closed and stationary. Fingers, still deep within Felicia’s walls, lie dormant and still.

All unmoving, and cruelly, excruciatingly so.

Peter’s silent smile, here, is almost as provocative as a quip. ]

meaty boi tags return

[declaw]

[ 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.