Causing her body to arc was just what he intended. The small groan was just a little extra thing for him to enjoy because listening to any sound she made like that gave him small jolts of pleasure. “Hmm…I bet you do.” He commented as he gave her another little tug.
His teeth scraped along her pulse slowly. Already he was thinking of all the terrible things he wanted to do to her but he wanted to savour this for now. He kept a hand on the chain of the handcuffs to hold her wrists in place and with his other arm, he wrapped it tightly around her waist to pull her body tight to his.
"So the question is, how exactly do I punish you this time because I’ve punished you before and you’re hardly learned anything."
A shiver coursed through her from head to toe, making her moan a little. “If I’m here, than obviously I haven’t learned a thing. And seeing as you’re the one with their hands free, I’d say you’re the one who gets to decide what to do with me. — Hurry though, she squirmed against him, hips wiggling back into his, “or I might just have to break out of these hands cuffs.”
"You also didn’t break into the cave. Isn’t this all a game anyway?" He replied as he gave the cuffs a slight tug. "Plus who’s to say you can’t turn the tables at any time you want anyway?" He pondered with a mischievous glance as he leaned up to kiss her exposed neck, knowing the cuffs exposed her to anything he wanted to do to her for the time being.
When he pulled down on the cuffs, he forced her spine to curve and her body to arch. She let out a small groan as her arms became rather immobile from her position. “Perhaps, but then I kinda like where things are going.”
“I sure as hell hope so.” After a good night’s sleep, Peter figured that any residual anger with her would have since cooled off. He was always reminding himself that everything turned out okay in the end. And, if anything, it would be hard for him to question her loyalty in the future.
“Our first big fight since we got back together.”
”And hopefully our last,” she whispered, eyes cast down at her hands beneath the sheets. She couldn’t apologize enough, but she suspected he would be tired of hearing her say she was sorry for what she did. “Goodnight, lover.” Quickly, she leaned over and pecked the corner of his mouth.
“Honestly, you’ve nothing to worry about.”
The urge to burst out laughing from the overly dramatic response was difficult to resist but he managed to keep himself together enough. He enjoyed having her in his lap as he instantly placed his hands on her hips. He looked her over carefully before he finally decided on an action.
"Well it seems to me that no matter what happens, the threat of police doesn’t deter you from your actions. Maybe you need some other punishment." A swift movement had him snatching his cuffs from his belt and snagged it firmly around Black Cat’s wrist. He then tried to move that behind her back and bring her other wrist back there so that she would have her wrists bound behind her back.
"Also, breaking your way into the batcave. Hmm…that deserves a real punishment for sure." He pondered.
Felicia gasped with genuine surprise as he slapped the cuffs on her wrist. Her shock, however, didn’t last. “Handcuffs, really? They’re kind of pointless on someone like me, honey, don’t you know that? Still, I’ll play along…”
Peter’s nightly routine didn’t happen that night. He was just too tired and felt so not up to it. What he was able to do was throw on a cotton shirt and some loose fitting boxers before he climbed into bed next to her. The day’s anger still wasn’t enough to detract from the joy he took in falling asleep and waking up next to her each day.
“Phew, that was a long day.”
Felicia agreed. The sooner the night was over, the better. And so, making herself quite comfortable, she settled beneath the covers and turned onto her side to face him. “Tomorrow will be better,” she said softly, with promise.
Off to work, back later x
There were two ways he could play this scenario out. He could pretend that he was supposed to be here alone and so for Black Cat to suddenly turn up would be a surprise. Or, he could play it that he knew she would be here and that she was determined to be a distraction from his ‘work’.
He felt the arms slowly slipping around his neck, feeling the press and warmth of her leather against him and the subtle murmur of meow had quickly set him off. His hand quickly moved up to grab her wrist tightly but not painfully so. All thoughts and plans of how he was going to play it out disappeared.
He lifted the one wrist up and began kissing her gloved hand slowly. “Kitten’s come to play?” He grunted but the lilt of amusement broke through the growl.
She watched with quiet amusement as he kissed over her hand. “Yes, she has.” Making her way around his chair, she soon found herself in his lap. “Oh look, you caught me. Oh no,” she added with the feigned dramatics of a hand pressed to her forehead as though distressed. “What are you going to do with me?” Finishing, she couldn’t help but giggle at her own silly performance.
…we don’t do “damsel in distress”
comic book meme; [1/5] relationships
monica rambeau, felicia hardy, & patsy walker