"How come you cat ladies always have the bestest looks, huh? Wait a minute…Have ya’ even met my catlady? She’d probably whip you before she’d work with ya…”
”Can’t say that I have, nor do I care to. Feline’s have a tenancy not to get along with other felines.”
"Cat…" He stare intently for a moment, arms folding over his chest with a huff. "Fine, don’t tell me."
She chuckled and began twirling her hair around her finger in an effort to appear more innocent. “Do you wanna go somewhere?”
He deepened the kiss, letting his hands tangle in her hair and bringing her hip closer to his, but pulled away almost immediately after.
”We should … head inside.”
Felicia would have pouted at his sudden draw back, had it not been for what followed. “Good idea.” Taking him by the hand, she tugged him along behind her penthouse via the terrace.
"I gotta ask, uh…are they real?”
"We probably should be talking about y’know…plans of blowin’ up banks or about our tragic love lives, but it’s real important ta’ me…"
”Oh, they’re very real.”
She had, Peter thought, a voice like Alice White, all cigarettes and brandy, enough age to know the way of the world and enough youth to still be capable of disappointment in it. It was the voice she had before her face was torn up. Leaving here could keep that innocence.
There was no anger in his voice. He sounded weary, that was all.
“I shouldn’t have come here tonight,” he said, “I would have saved you the trouble of making a decision. I could bring up a memory and explain this all to you and perhaps you’ll hate me and I deserve that, and you’ll never leave this apartment again. Or I can leave now and we won’t see each other and your life will remain relatively mundane.”
Smooth talker, Robbie would say and Peter wanted to melt through the ground.
“Peter, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I leave my apartment almost every single night. I’m the Black Cat, for goodness sake, my life is far from mundane!” Her frustration was starting to seep through into her tone. It couldn’t be helped, she was ready to rip out her hair if he didn’t tell her what on earth was going on with him.
Taking a deep breath, she then exhaled, “Spider…” she said after a moment, “I love you, but if you’re not honest with me, then we’re going to have a problem.”
"You’ll never win, pussy-cat. I’m Harley Quinn, and you do gotta nice rack!”
”I wouldn’t be so sure of that… And thank you.”
"What was that?" he lean over curiously brows raised beneath the cowl.
”Nothing~ Nothing at all.”
"Purr for me~" he said before locking her in one more deep kiss, his hands moving down to her hips as he trails his kisses to her neck.
”All in good time, Spider,” she managed to say before his mouth crushed hers with pent up passion. “All in good time,” she repeated when her lips were free once more. For a moment, she allowed his lips to trail her heated flesh, before she sat back, sitting atop his hips. There, she began bit down on the ends of her gloves, pulling them off with her teeth until her hands were visible. “This usually works better when we’re not wearing all of this.”
Off to work.
Replies when I return~
Peter nods and bites his lip before taking her hand and leading her down the hall. “I’m not saying your right about me loving your visits…But I love when you visit.”
Chuckling, the feline gave his hand a gentle squeeze. However, as soon as the bed came into view, Felicia was upon him again, jumping into his arms and stealing his lips.
The force of it all, had been enough to have them both falling onto the bed with a few bounces, before settling with her on top of him. When she pulled away, her smile was a mix of saucy and cheeky; playful, yet alluring.
”Can’t say I don’t like these visits either.”