Dec 18, 2012
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peterparker-dcm replied to your photo: leopard print? why am I not surprised, Felicia?
…those…wow.
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Peering at Felicia, Peter scrunched up his nose briefly, then wriggled it and rubbed it. Glancing around his hand at her, the thin boy with the fragile smile chuckled softly. "Thanks for saying so. And any guy worth his s-salt would be lucky to have you. Or girl, if--if you're into that sort of thing." He tugged his hood up over his head and beamed at her. "S-see you around?"
Still smiling, Felicia quirked a brow. But she didn't say anything about that innocent remark, because she might break him if she did. "At this rate? Count on it. Have a safe trip home, Peter."
Relaxing marginally, Peter nodded--relieved when Felicia didn't mock him. "You--you know, it kinda is, see--this is probably TMI, but." He flashed her a crooked smile, eyes softening and posture unwinding. "My--my aunt and uncle, they were married for thirty-seven years, and---I guess the point is, w-when I finally. Do. Kiss someone, I want it to mean something, I want it to be this--this big, important moment. Which I guess is kinda dumb, in this d-day and age." He glanced down.
"Not at all," Felicia responded. With a casual shrug she told him, "There are plenty of girls that feel the exact same way. And not enough guys do, or care to admit that they do." With an affectionate tap to his nose from her index finger she smiled warmly again. "Choose wisely. But she'll be a lucky girl either way."
"Okay--okay." He peeked through his fingers at her, laughing breathlessly (out of sheer nerves for the most part) and lifted his head. Lowering his hand, Peter smoothed over his shirt and nodded once, clearing his throat. "Well--um." Clasping his hands together, the teenager glanced heavenwards. Why couldn't the spider-prowess package include, say, instant-suaveness? Ugh. "U-um. Be--well." He shrugged with one hand, then blurted out, "I've never actually been kissed before s-so. Yeah." Oh. God.
Felicia raised her brows slightly before she fixed him with a warm smile. Not flirtatious or playful like the others. That took guts to admit. "Is that important to you?" she asked curiously.
"My wh--oh!" Peter laughed, blushing brilliantly red. "No, no, nothin' like that, not like I h-have anything to hide, or--I don't, but--it's nothing that exciting anyway." He rubbed one ear, then shrugged. "I mean, if you wanna know, I could tell--I mean. Ugh." He placed his face in one hand and held up a finger with the other. "Sorry, just--gimme a sec. I'm being a huge dork right now, and a spaz, I'm s-so sorry."
Shaking her head slightly with a small laugh, Felicia would say, "Take your time, Parker. But if there's anything I can do to..." She playfully fluttered her lashes. "Get you to relax, let me know." The woman was just having a bit of fun with that statement, it amused her when Peter became flustered.
"Ah." He hadn't been prepared for a smile or for her to be so congenial. So for a moment, Peter Parker stood with his mouth attractively open and his long legs spread like a startled fawn's. Pulling those together (and his mouth shut, thank you very much) after a moment or so, Peter blushed and smiled back at her, blinking roundly. "I was--told to come and tell you a s-secret, actually."
Lucky for him she was used to seeing that kind of look, so she continued to smile at him and quirked a brow when the silence stretched between them. With a nod she tapped her chin with her index finger. "Hmm I see." Teasingly she remarked, "I doubt it's your internet browser history."
This was impossible. Silly. Daft. What was he supposed to tell her? He fidgeted with the stack of papers he'd found, turning them over anxiously in his fingers. Brown eyes studied the shape of her calligraphy, then away--it really wasn't any of his business. These were probably private. Darn anons. So he figured he'd just. Drop these off in her mail slot at OSCORP. Safe bet, yeah? Of course, when he saw a familiar ribbon and a crown of golden hair, he faltered and nearly ran into a door.
She'd been finishing up at work, lab coat already shed and put away as she had begun to say goodbye to her colleagues, trying to forget that instead of going home and resuming her filing and paperwork [as she had planned], she would have to search around for said paperwork and try not to worry like a 13-year-old girl that Peter Parker was now in possession of some rather stupid middle school chemistry notes.
Speak of the devil.
"Peter-- Careful..!" Gwen called out, catching sight of the familiar face in amongst the staff that very nearly walked straight into a door, one hand stretching towards him instinctively as she grimaced. "...Hey."