@peter-the-spider
Slender digits surely found their way across the Spider’s frame, a familiar cushion pressing against his back, he hadn’t heard her coming, that was something new, he always heard them coming. But not the illustrious Black Cat, she always knew how to crawl up behind him unaware, and it was near impossible to not feel the sense of arousal when her claws found themselves ghosting over his groin.
He could not help but curve a smirk, a flip of his mask unveiled his visage, Peter glanced over his shoulder at the buxom Thief he was quite fond of, although, being handled by Felicia on the rooftops of New York City resulted in pleasurable chills running down his back.
“Not quite a banana, but I’m sure you’re eager to get your claws into it.”
Peter grabbed her wrist, and with fluid motion, spun about to face the thief. Eyes drafting in the sight, obvious distraction was the hefty cleavage Felicia sported in her snug catsuit.
“Happy New Year to you too, I hope you and your two girls here have had a…. productive year.”
Hey, if you could sneak up on Nick Fury, then you could probably sneak up on a kid from Queens easily enough. It didn’t hurt her chances that it was only so quiet to begin with. Now Felicia wasn’t actually expecting to run into him that day, but suppose that she decided to see what was up for old times sake. Judging from whatever face was likely underneath that mask, he was taken off guard and then some. The fact that she couldn’t help but tease just a little bit might have had something to do with that.
Now that she thought a out it, he might have been caught up in all the New Year’s cheer and the like. Fair enough.
She’d not a chance to respond before Peter spun around to face her, and looking so frustrated already. That mask, despite being one that covered his entire head, never could hide the fact that his eyes strayed.
“Depends on what you mean by productive.”
