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Peter felt his ribs start to stress.
It wasn’t the first time he’d been in a bad spot, of course, but nearly twelve years of experience doing the job meant that he was more or less able to get through a lot of fights with guys like The Rhino on instinct.
Superheroing in New York was a lot like an arms race. There was this sort of…constant escalation. Someone new would show up, and, for a time, they would seem invincible to Pete. He’d be beaten, broken, battered, and sometimes humiliated. So, he’d have to adapt—to find a way around the impossible.
He’d do it, of course. Figure out some trick to take the villain down. And in return, some time later, the bad guys would correct the flaw in tech or strategy, and once again, for a while, they’d be invincible.
Thing was though, you give it enough time, and a lot of these fights became muscle memory. For Pete, a lot of fights stopped being a fight for his own life, and shifted mostly to be a fight to prevent as much collateral damage as possible.
He was still not great at that.
Rhino had already demolished an entire platform of the H line, a movie theatre, and—most amusingly—a china shop.
And now, it felt like the next thing that was gonna break was Peter’s ribs.
“ Ack —Hey, Aleksei, can you— gah —lighten up a little? Having…some…trouble…breathing…”
Rhino ground his foot a little harder into Peter’s chest.
“Ha! If you think for a second I’m gonna give you any ground you’re crazy.”
“I just— ugh— think maybe we could talk this one out? No? Alright…”
He had to aim his shot carefully; he just needed to catch Rhino off balance, even for a moment, and he could get the leverage he needed to flip him.
~Thwip~
“AGH, DAMNIT, EVERY TIME.”
Rhino forced his eyes shut as his face was covered in webbing. It was just the gap that Peter needed.
Only, something was wrong. Instead of leaning back, Rhino leaned forward. Peter tried to gasp for air under the extra weight, but he couldn’t seem to fill his empty lungs. If plan B was a bust, there was no plan C.
Peter’s mind raced, scrambling in the few seconds he had searching for any other options. Yet before any could present themselves, Rhino tipped backwards, grunting from the impact of a double kick with serious momentum. There was a flash of white and black as Rhino hit the ground, and as Peter pulled himself up onto his feet, he found himself side to side with the Black Cat.
“Hey there Spider. You were supposed to pick me up.”
“Yeah…I uh…”
“Got held up?”
“You could say that, yeah.”
Felicia rolled her neck and took up a fighting stance.
“Not every day a girl gets out of prison you know.” She said, with a little edge to her voice. “Don’t worry though, handsome, there’s someone else I blame a lot more.”
Aleksei struggled to get to his feet. It wasn’t easy in the armored suit, especially given how inhumanly large he was. Peter considered suggesting he change his name to ‘The Turtle’, but waited a beat too long for it to feel appropriate.
“The Black Cat? Thought you were a burglar? Why the hell are you working with this creep?” Rhino said
Felicia sprinted toward him, using her speed to launch herself into an aerial roll over the top of him. Peter always admired how graceful she managed to move, at all speeds and orientations. Regardless of he surroundings, she always moved like she had perfect spacial awareness; total control of her body. He moved with her, using her acrobatics as a distraction to slide under Aleksei and web together his legs. It was nothing he couldn’t tear out of, but if they could keep him still long enough, they could knock him out long enough for the city’s supervillain unit to secure him.
It worked like a charm. Every second counted, but Felicia could read his movements like a book. Any time he thought to tell her to be somewhere, she was already there. Any time he was worried she’d be in the way, she had already moved to make room for him. In moments, Pete had Aleksei’s arms tied down, and the two of them provided the Rhino with a chain of blows that felt him out cold.
“That should hold him till the R.A.F.T. guys get here.” Peter said, emptying a capsule of web-fluid onto Rhino’s arms and legs. “Sorry about…y’know.”
“S’fine.” Felicia said, playfully hopping onto the roof of a mostly crushed taxi. “It was actually the most fun I’ve had in six months.”
“Clean slate though, right?”
Felicia nodded. “Clean slate.”
There was a moment of awkward silence between them. Peter had convinced her last year to take a plea deal under Mayor Morales. With testimony from Spider-Man, Felicia Hardy, tried publicly under the name Black Cat would spend nine months in a minimum security prison in exchange for her criminal record being expunged. Not to mention information she provided on dozens of underground auctions and black markets.
She was out in six with good behavior.
“So…I heard you got engaged?” She finally said.
Oh god.
“Uh…yeah. Couple of months ago. Sorry, I probably should have—hey, wait, how did you hear that?”
“It was a minimum security prison Spider, I didn’t stay there all the time.”
“Tell me you’re joking.”
“I’m joking.”
That was good enough for him. Further interrogation might lead to uncomfortable answers.
“Are uh…you doing anything tonight?” He asked.
She looked at him carefully, eyes scanning his mask, the way he craned his neck, any body language she could.
“What’s your play here Spider…?”
“What? No! No. It’s just…would you want to have dinner with us tonight? I’ve been really craving chinese the last few nights, but there hasn’t really been a good excuse to…to get some. Uh…” Peter rubbed the back of his neck, and Felicia’s eyebrow arched.
“You’re…gonna invite your ex-girlfriend—who just got out of prison this afternoon—to dinner with your new fiancé?”
“Would you believe we’ve had stranger dinner guests this month.”
“Yes.”
“Then we’ve had stranger dinner guests this month.” He shrugged. “C’mon, MJ’ed love to see you again.”
Ah. Yes. Mary Jane. The supermodel. Great.
It wasn’t that Felicia didn’t like Mary Jane. She did, honest. The couple of times she had met her in the past, she seemed quick, funny, and the was no denying how attractive the redhead was. She was more than happy to hear that Peter and her were engaged. But…
After she had found out that Peter was dating her, Mary Jane’s headshot had crossed her desk as a recommended model for Felicia’s autumn line, she had quietly rejected her. She still wasn’t sure why.
“I…uh… sure , Spider. I’d like that. Not much for me tonight but an empty penthouse and a bottle of champagne.”
“I can’t promise champagne, but we have a dirt cheap bottle of wine we’ve been saving for a special occasion? ”
“Oh joy.” Felicia rolled her eyes. She couldn’t deny the smile on her face though. She was kind of hungry, after all.
**********************
“MJ! I’m home! I brought a stray cat back too!”
Peter slid the window of their little corner apartment open, and pulled himself through in one fluid motion. Felicia followed. Their place was nice, far more spacious than she was expecting. It was tasteful, exposed brick walls gave it an air of intensional grit that made the trendy furniture pop.
Mary Jane was sitting on the couch, watching the evening news.
“Hey there Tiger. So I see.” She said.
Felicia always forgot how smooth Mary Jane’s voice was. It was always lower than she expected, cool and dark. She imagined it probably made Pete shiver every now and again, and she didn’t blame him.
Felicia held up the takeout bags slung across her forearms. “I come baring gifts.”
“Gifts accepted graciously, Felicia. I take it your first day out was exciting, given you’re already in costume?”
Felicia gave a polite nod, setting down the food on the little coffee table by the couch. “Your fiancé almost got crushed by Rhino this afternoon, so I thought it would be worth it to help him out, you know, stretch my legs a bit.”
MJ laughed. If she was worried about Pete’s fight, she hid it well.
“Lucky him. Have you got a change of clothes?”
“At my penthouse downtown, yes.”
MJ walked to the open kitchen and started grabbing some dishes. “I usually make Pete take a shower after he’s been out heroing. If you want to take the shower before him, you’re welcome to borrow some of my clothes for dinner?”
Huh. That’s…interesting.
It was a rare occasion that Felicia was the one in a room feeling a little awkward. A lot of other people would feel uncomfortable offering a shower and a change of clothes like that to their lover’s ex, and yet Mary Jane didn’t bat an eye. What more, there wasn’t even a detectable hint of a power play, or some kind of mind game. In a lot of ways, it just felt… thoughtful. Wouldn’t she recognize the social faux paus here? That’s not really something you should offer so casually, right?
But…it was practical. Mary Jane was pretty close to her own build, and while Felicia’s catsuit was very comfortable by design, it also wasn’t necessarily what she’d prefer to wear for the rest of the evening.
Felicia just couldn’t figure out this other woman. There was something so…electric about the way she talked, and carried herself.
Maybe this is how Peter felt about her when they first met.
Oof. Don’t do that to yourself Felicia.
“Sure, Red, that sounds nice. I can break my clean streak by stealing a shower.”
“Ha! Clean. Funny.” Peter said, already stripping off the top of his costume.
Huh. He’s…just right in the living room, huh?
“I’ll keep it short for you Spider.”
Felicia ducked into the bathroom, and stripped out of her catsuit. There really was something special about a shower after taking the suit off. Something extra nice about how the hot water felt on her skin, and how the steam felt in her lungs.
Huh.
They were…this wasn’t…did they invite her over because they wanted to swing with her?
No. Surely not.
…But…Mary Jane did almost immediately try to get her naked. And Peter was very comfortable starting to undress while they were both in the room. And…Peter did say that he was going to have wine here. As far as she knew, he didn’t drink at all…
Was that their angle here? More importantly, how did Felicia feel if it was?
God, she’d do almost anything to have Peter again, even just for one more night.
Anything but jeopardize their relationship. Get it together girl.
She shook away the thought despite a measure of excitement starting to creep up through here. This would likely be a bad idea, doing a threesome tonight. She should probably commit to herself, for certain, definitively, that she wouldn’t accept if they made an offer. It was the smartest, safest choice to make.
There was a knock at the door.
“Hey, Felicia? It’s MJ. I’ve got a robe here you can borrow, I’ll show you where my room is and you can have your pick from my closet. Sound groovy?”
‘Groovy.’ Who was this girl?
“Suits me, thanks.”
The door opened a crack, and Felicia saw MJ set the robe on the floor near it.
“As much as I’m sure Peter would love for you to stay in your costume, I’m sure you’d prefer if he chewed with his mouth closed tonight.”
Ah-ha! So she was threatened!
Felicia considered that it might not actually be a good thing in the long run. Never mind that there wasn’t a hint of attitude in the way MJ said it. Still, she laughed along.
“Pity for us both, darling.”
“You’re telling me.” MJ huffed. “Still, business before our pleasure I suppose? Maybe next dinner I’ll be coming home from a swimsuit shoot and you can convince me to change before hand.”
Ha. That was funny. She was funny.
…Also they were definitely inviting her to a threesome tonight. That was way to flirty for it to be anything else.
On one hand, Felicia no long thought MJ felt threatened. On another hand— oh god, how on earth was she going to say no to them? It—it might be fine to sleep with them, right? That shouldn’t complicate her relationship to Peter at all. It definitely wouldn’t put her in a position where she was primed to fall back in love with someone who was rapidly approaching his vows.
God. This was so fucked up. And what was worse? When Peter and her split up, it was absolutely the right call. Neither of them were in the right place, emotionally, to be together. The built a strong friendship on the back of that break up, but Felicia could hardly call it her cleanest getaway.
No, every breakup leaves some baggage, and Felicia’s was that she never completely got over him. She’d seen a lot of guys and girls that drove her wild since then, but…Peter was, for better or for worse, always the benchmark. Were they as kind as Peter? As fun? Did they please her as much? Could they hold a conversation as well, could they work together as well? She doubted that was fair of her to do, but…she couldn’t figure out how not to.
Felicia sighed, and turned off the water. At least she wasn’t in the mood anymore.
*************
Felicia’s jaw dropped.
Red’s closest was exceptional. Girlie had taste. Outfits were organized and color coordinated, many of them from very well regarded lines.
That alone would have given Felicia cause to purr, but there was something far more compelling—Felecia recognized a lot of the clothing. Nearly half of them, in fact. And she recognized them, because she had designed them.
Felicia had been, before her arrest, one of the most well respected fashion designers in the city, and Mary Jane Watson, her ex’s new girlfriend clearly loved her designs.
Go figure.
‘New girlfriend.’
That wasn’t fair. Mary Jane and Peter had been seeing each other for nearly triple the time that Felicia had her claws in him. At a certain point, one stops being ‘the new girlfriend’ and leaves the other as ‘the old girlfriend.’
Oh well. At least it was easy to pick an outfit she liked.
******************
“Oh. Wow.” Felicia mumbled with a mouthful of noddles.
“Right?” Peter said. “I’ve been going to Lee’s since I first started going to midtown. My uncle used to take me sometimes after picking me up from Midtown.”
Felicia took another large bit of a wonton. “Jesus, I’ve been to Michelin restaurants that didn’t taste this nice, Peter. How do they do it?”
“I know how.” Peter said.
Felicia glared at him. “Don’t you say it.”
“They make it with love.”
“Awful.”
MJ laughed at the two of them. For some reason it made Felicia feel a little ashamed.
“Sorry, it’s just nice to see you both so relaxed around each other. Normally when we’re all in a room together, everyone is as stiff as a pole.” She said. “You two are good together.”
Felicia frowned, but Pete jumped in.
“We’ve known each other a long time.”
“Five or six years, spider?” Felicia poked at a dumpling.
“Six. I was in my senior year at ESU.”
“Are you sure? I feel like it was a little—“
Peter shook his head. “No, Felicia, trust me on this. It was six.”
Felicia was caught a little off guard. His voice was stern, but it wasn’t harsh. Didn’t feel like he was talking down to her. Just…that he knew it was six.
Huh.
What a strange night.
“What about you, Felicia? What’s the plan now that you’re out?”
“Well, I was tried as The Black Cat, thank you for that Rio Morales, so other than vanishing for six months, I should be able to pick back up at work—if the fashion world hasn’t moved on without me.”
MJ put a hand on top of Felicia, eyes wide with passion.
“How could they? You’re Felicia Hardy. Every movie star in New York has some of your threads, girl. If they’ve moved on their just setting themselves up for a blindside when you come back.”
Oh she was touching her now. Okay. This was good actually. Her hands …were really soft.
“Ha! That’s sweet of you Red.”
“Bet you could tell I was a fan, huh?”
“I had a suspicion.” Felicia glanced over at Peter, who seemed lost in a memory. “I have a back up plan just in case. I was thinking about opening up a security consultant. Who better to advise on how to keep thieves out, then a master thief?”
Peter suddenly snapped back to reality. “I could call Sable? She’s been looking into getting out of the mercenary thing, maybe she’d make for a good partner?”
“Maybe…I do like the aesthetics of that—silver and white and all—but I don’t know if I want to have to have to compromise with someone else. At least, not yet.” Felicia shook her head. “We’ll see how long I’m still singing that tune.”
“Knowing you?” Peter said, “Probably all the way to the top. Or…bottom, depending.”
“Careful Spider, don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Oops.
She hadn’t meant to flirt like that, at least, not so blatantly, and certainly not in front of Mary Jane, it had just sort of…slipped out.
And yet, when Felicia had glanced towards the other woman, Mary Jane was just grinning at Peter’s embarrassment. Felicia tried to look away, but Mary Jane was faster. It was only a flash of eye contact, but Felicia knew that Mary Jane had noticed her worry.
To her surprise, she also commented on it.
“Relax, Felicia.” She said. “You don’t have to keep waiting for me to bite your head off. When I was in college, I did more than my share of dirty deeds. I know you and Peter have a very… charged history.”
“You could say that…” Felicia hummed. “I promise, I wasn’t trying anything, just…force of habit. You know.”
MJ shook her head. “ Oh please. There was definitely a time I’d have definitely felt threatened by an ex at our table, but…”
Felicia watched Mary Jane look at Peter. She had a kind of far away look in her eye, like she was trying to imagine what he looked like when they first met, or trying to remember what she would have felt like next to him.
“You know Pete. He’d thrown himself into the Hudson before he did something that he thought would hurt me. He’d be wracked with guilt for cracking an egg to hard. ” She looked back to Felicia, a warm and comfortable smile in her eyes. “When you know someone long enough— really know them… You might not get everything right together, but I trust that he’d do right by me, either way.”
Who was this girl?
Felicia, for once in her life, couldn’t think of a thing to say. Everything about the redhead made her feel a little drunk. She was… effortlessly cool. She had a grace and wisdom in her voice and in her eyes that told Felicia that Mary Jane was someone who learned lessons when life taught them to her. She wished a little that she was better at that.
Peter coughed a little bit.
“Ho-kay…now that you guys are kind of talking about me, I feel a little guilty. Do you want me to bring you guys some wine?”
***************
“YOU DID NOT.” Felicia’s jaw hung open.
“I did.” Peter nodded. “I really did.”
Felicia looks to Mary Jane to confirm, but she simply shrugged in between fits of laughter.
“Don’t look at me, I haven’t heard this story either! GOD. I know Jameson’s likely never going to lighten up around you, but I imagine antagonizing him will only ever make things worse.”
“What on earth compelled you to kiss him?” Felicia was still in shock.
She didn’t know Jameson, but she’d seen his headlines, and occasionally listened to his podcast to keep in touch with what was going on with Spider-Man when she was too shy to text him. The thought was wild.
Peter spoke nonchalantly on the subject, as if the answer was obvious.
“Well, it was valentines day.”
The room broke into laughter again.
“Did you do the thing where you peeled up the mask for it?” Felicia said, trying to breath. MJ hummed a little.
“Please, it was funny enough to make the move on him at all. I didn’t need to punish myself for the experience too. Mask was all the way down. ”
“Incredible.” Felicia sighed. “I’m sure it made more sense in context, but the image of you dipping him down like that—“
She couldn’t finish the thought.
This was nice. This was so nice.
She had expected to spend her first night out of prison alone. In some ways, she had looked forward to it. But it had been a very long time since Felicia felt like she was… normal. Being with Peter and his Fiancé here, like this…she realized she hadn’t thought about her suit and her mask in hours.
Of course, they were a bottle and a half of wine in now, and she was feeling a little floaty. Not to mention that Peter didn’t drink, so it was just her and MJ that were doing the heavy lifting.
“Alright MJ, your turn. Tell us a story.” Peter said, leaning back.
MJ waved him off, grinning.
“Why would I, when we have a designated entertainer here?”
“Pfft. Come on, Ms. Watson, aren’t you supposed to be an actress?” Peter joked.
“Allegedly. I suppose I should get some practice in then, hm?” Mary Jane stood up and offered her hand to Felicia, and when Felicia skeptically accepted it, Mary Jane lifted her to her feet.
“What’s going on here?” Felicia giggled.
“You’re going to be my prop for this.” Mary Jane whispered.
Felicia giggled again. She felt so good. And Mary Jane’s hands were so nice. God she was gorgeous Felicia was a fool not to hire her.
Mary Jane cleared her throat, and announced herself to her imaginary audience—and Peter.
“Introducing: The Spectacular Mary Jane Watson and her incomparable co-star: Felicia Hardy!“
Peter cheered for them both. Felicia blushed.
“Tonight, Ms. Hardy will be playing her most challenging role yet…a young Peter Parker in his senior year of Highschool. The location? Queensbridge Park.”
“Oh no.” Peter said, covering his face.
Felicia was more than a little confused, but Peter’s reaction was plenty intriguing.
Mary Jane turned to Felicia.
“Pete had finally worked up the courage to actually ask me out, instead of rely on out aunts to make the arrangements. We were out at Queensbridge, and Pete has been talking to me about Star Trek for around forty minutes.”
“ Hey you like Star Trek!”
“I do now. Now hush.”
“I can’t. I’m feeling the same impending doom I do when the Rhino charges at me.”
“ Hush!”
Mary Jane turned back to Felicia.
“We’re talking, and enjoying the time, he’s cute, and a dork, but I think he’s endearing. Finally, I ask him if he’s going to kiss me…”
Peter groaned. Felicia almost moaned. She had just realized how close to her MJ was. She had leaned into her, and had a firm grip on her shoulders, and their faces weren’t far at all.
In fact, Felicia could swear that they were getting closer.
Her heart started beating faster. It thumped so loudly in her ears that she couldn’t tell what MJ was saying any more. She felt her eyes drift back and forth between Mary Jane’s eyes, and her wonderful, full lips. She felt Peter’s eyes on her, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
“—And just when we’re about to press out lips together…” Mary jane whispered. They were only an inch or two away. Felicia face felt as red hot as Mary Janes hair. “ Thwip. Something hits him in the face, and suddenly he has to leave. Just like that.”
“It wasn’t just like that…”
“Just like that. He had accidentally shot himself in the face with his own webshooter.”
“Theres a dirty joke in there somewhere.”
“Yeah, I know, I just told it Tiger.”
MJ had moved away from Felicia, and turned to banter playfully with Pete. Felicia almost didn’t notice. She didn’t laugh at the punchline. She didn’t even really hear it. Lord knows, she enjoyed a good dirty joke, especially at Peter’s expense…but…
Felicia couldn’t take her eyes off of Mary Jane’s lips. Even with the added distance, they were still frightfully close to each other.
When it happened, it wasn’t a thought. It was an instinct. One that had no words to explain or justify it. It just happened.
Everyone was caught off guard when Felicia kissed MJ. No one more so than Peter.
“uh.” He managed.
Mary Jane carefully pried Felicia off of her, her own cheeks suddenly flushed.
“Woah there, Tiger…” She said to Felicia.
Tragically, the gesture was enough to snap Felicia back to reality with a cruel vengeance.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what—I’m so sorry.” Felicia mumbled, trying to back away, to flee, to hide.
If she had her gear, she would have went right out the window, but damn Mary Jane for having such comfortable clothing. Clothing that smelled so wonderful. Fabric that felt so soft. Damn her for that.
“I’m so sorry Peter, I didn’t think—I wasn’t going to…”
Felicia turned to try to flee the room, lock herself in the restroom and hide. It was short sighted for a master thief, but she didn’t know what else to do. She just needed to be somewhere else.
But as she did, she felt the gentle and familiar feeling of Peter’s webbing wrapping around her wrist.
“Woah there! Hang on, Felicia, let’s—let’s all just take a moment here, let our minds catch up with us before anyone panics, okay?”
Damn him too. Damn him for being so kind. For not having a hint of fear or resentment in his voice. Damn him for inviting her here at all. For being there for her, when there was no one else in the world who felt so certain.
Damn him for looking at her with those eyes.
Felicia felt herself start to tear up, and suddenly, Mary Jane’s arms were around her.
“Hey…hush now, it’s alright hun.” Felicia felt MJ’s hand on her cheek. “You haven’t done anything wrong.”
MJ’s looked to Peter.
“Maybe we should all have a talk?” She said.
“God, no. Please, just forget it ever happened.” Felicia replied.
MJ frowned.
“Is that what you actually want, or what you think we want?”
What did that mean?
Felicia took a deep breath, and centered herself.
“What?”
“I mean, if you think that was purely just the alcohol, then we can drop it, watch a movie, and Peter can swing you home or you can crash on your couch.” MJ waited just long enough to make sure Felicia was paying attention. “But if you want to talk about what just happened, then I would be open to discussing…something else for tonight.”
Peter had been on the same wavelength and MJ thus far, but he was caught completely off guard by MJ’s offer.
“Uh…wait, sorry, maybe we can back up a little here. MJ, what exactly are you saying?” He said.
MJ’s eyes fluttered up to him. He’d seen that look on her before. It meant he was in danger. The good kind of danger.
“I’m just saying, that…I’m a little drunk too. And…being kissed by a girl that I know you have the hots for, Tiger, seems like a lot of pieces are falling pretty comfortably into place.” She looked back to Felicia. “So long as you’re comfortable and interested, I don’t mind at all if you wanted to…try and share him tonight…”
Felicia felt her breath catch in her throat. She couldn’t speak.
Instead, she just nodded.
It felt wrong to Felicia to feel this out of control of herself. She was the Black Cat—more times than not she was the one getting others to dance to her tune.
But tonight, she was face to face with Peter again. And there was a whisper, a promise, of getting to feel his lips on hers again. For now, right this moment, that was enough for her to tell her pride to go to hell.
Peter felt both women’s eyes fix on him. Despite feeling fully clothed, their gaze made him feel incredibly naked.
“Now—Now hold on a minute girls. Don’t I get a say in any of this?”
“Of course you do Tiger. Got any objections?”
Peter opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again. If he had one, he found himself unable to voice it.
“Sounds like he’s helpless for us, Cat.” MJ smirked. “What do you say…wanna pounce?”
Felicia stood up a little straighter. Peter couldn’t see her eyes behind the locks of silver-white hair the fell in front of her face. He thought, for a moment, that she was going to take the command literally, but then, once again, Peter was surprised.
Instead, Felicia calmly walked over to him, and put a hand to his cheek. She pulled him down so that she could whisper something to him, and then pressed her cheek into his.
“ Peter…” Her voice was like silk. “ I love you.”
Peter felt his heart stop.
All of a sudden, he was 22 again, laying on a rooftop alongside her and pretending to look at the stars though all the light pollution. She’d laugh at one of his jokes, and for a moment, he’d forget the game they’d often play. He liked when Felicia was sexy, and difficult, and pursued him with passion, but it was moments like these, moments where they let everything else melt away, that made him consider if their fling could be something more. Something that lasts.
That time was gone. They were both different now. But…here she was, her cheek on his. The was no lust, or sex, or pride, or coyness in the gesture. It was just…a kind cheek on his own.
Peter wondered if that would actually make it worse, showing that kind of intimacy, and when he looked up to gage MJ’s reaction, she was already working her jeans off. Perhaps she didn’t notice, or perhaps she didn’t mind. Either way…
“Alright lovebirds. Move it or lose it.” She said. “I’m going to bed, and I have a feeling those sheets are going to feel awfully cold without you two in them. So hop to it.”
Felicia purred again as she looked over her shoulder at MJ.
“You ever consider directing, Watson? You seem to have a talent for it.”
“I’ve been told. Now come—let’s send the night off with a bang. ”
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They were relentless.
Felicia didn’t just moan, she cried out when she felt Peter’s lips on her neck, paired with Mary Jane’s hands gently pulling open her thighs.
It was only another moment before Felicia felt her lovers sweetheart plant a ravenous kiss on her dripping lips. Mary Jane wasted no time in sending waves of rippling pleasure shooting up her spine. Felicia had her share of girlfriends. She’d been on the receiving end of some of the most famous actresses and popstars in the world. And yet…something about the way Mary Jane touched her, the enthusiasm in her movements, the pleased little hums she made whenever she felt Felicia writhe…
It was electric. The state it left her was indescribable.
Felicia fell backwards, and Peter followed her down, determined to leave marks on her neck. This wasn’t alright, was it? It was just a matter of time before she came to regret this, right?
“God…Red…how often did you say you did this kind of thing?” Felicia said, eyes fluttering under the combined assault.
She felt MJ smile between her legs.
“Would you believe me if I said ‘Not since my party days?’”
“No~!”
“Not since my party days, girlie.” MJ purred. “What can I say, I work well when properly motivated.”
“Motivated huh?” Felicia reached up and turned Peter’s head towards her own. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and enjoyed the surprised little squeal he made in response. There was a small trail of spit between them when she parted. “What have you got planned?”
Felicia saw MJ’s brilliant green eyes gaze up at her from between her legs.
“Nothing planned. You think Peter’s the only one that found you attractive?” She rose, slinking her way over Felicia’s rapidly rising and falling chest. God, her breathing was out of control. “I don’t get jealous much Cat, but if you keep thinking this is all for Peter, than I might feel a little hurt.”
Felicia tried to laugh, but she could only gasp as Mary Jane’s mouth found it’s way to her nipple.
“Wh- hah~…Who’s it for then, Red? You?”
MJ didn’t answer. Instead she winked, and lunged for a kiss. Felicia could taste herself on MJ’s lips. It was intoxicating.
When Felicia broke the kiss, she was panting. Panting! She didn’t pant. She was out of breath, the whole room was spinning. She was about to have Peter again, and his girlfriend…who was this girl? There had to be something wrong with her, some kind of flaw, some…. something. So far she had been nothing but kind, cool, and sexy. So what was missing?
Felicia managed to get a few words out between kisses and frenzied breaths.
“I… Hah~…this isn’t… ” She swallowed hard as MJ cupped her face with both hands. “I’m not… I don’t bottom like this…”
It sounded so stupid.
Felicia Hardy: temptress, fashion mogul, and master thief couldn’t find any way to say it with dignity.
At one time or another, she had had Daredevil, Elektra, Morbius, and Spider-Man kneeling at her feet .
Now though? Now she was a mess. She struggled to think. She was a little drunk and a little high on the touch of two people that—at least in this moment—had absolute power over her.
That was new. It was very new.
“No?” MJ cocked her head. There was a look in her eye, something between genuine concern and playful sadism. “Don’t, or won’t?”
Felicia bit her lip, and looked up at Peter.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Cat. I can’t speak for MJ, but I don’t want any of this to make you uncomfortable, even if that means we have to stop.” He said.
MJ echoed his sentiment. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, Tiger. If you wanna try something new, then just close your eyes, and let us take care of you. Or…if you’d prefer…” MJ glanced up at Peter. “One of us can swap places with you.”
The sultry sound of Mary Jane’s voice swirled in Felicia’s head like so much red wine. Felicia felt her back arch. Maybe… just this once …it would be alright to let go.
“I’ll…” She looked up at Peter, at his big, brown, kind eyes. “Can it be…”
She couldn’t muster the right words. This was all too much. Fortunately for her, Mary Jane knew exactly what she meant.
“Peter? I think we should trade places. Show our girl here a good time.”
It only took a moment, but Felicia soon found her head in Mary Jane’s lap, and Peter was over her, lips on her neck. She was squirming, writhing with the intensity of it all. Peter said something to her, whispered in her ear, but she didn’t hear it. She just nodded.
“Peter… please.”
He didn’t need anything more. He put a firm hand on her shoulder, and a moment later, he was inside her. Felicia felt years of tension wash over her, and cried out in her catharsis.
He kissed her, again and again, thrusting into her with a loving pace.
Felicia hated it. She wanted that from him, desperately even, but tonight was no promise. It was, as far as she knew, something far more basic.
She wanted him to treat her like it.
“Peter…” Felicia looked up at him. He could almost see her mask in the shadows of the bedroom, though he knew she wasn’t wearing it. “I don’t want you to make love to me. ”
Peter strengthen his grip on her shoulder. He didn’t let her finish her sentence before he was pushing himself into her as deep as he could go.
“I want you to—” Felicia was caught off guard by the shift. It had been a long time since he’d grabbed her like that. Since he’d thrust into her like that. “ —Fuck me! ”
Peter obeyed the command, but he knew how to play with his grip, his rhythm, his positioning, to make sure it still felt like he was in charge. He was always so eager to please, and sometimes that meant he had to be the one in control. It was a familiar sensation, distant like remembering a dream. She’d been here before, and there was a sweet comfort in the ecstasy in being with him again.
Mary Jane’s voice in her ear snapped her out of that familiarity.
“What do you think, Cat? Worth taking the chance?”
“He’s… fuck—He’s very good Mary Jane.” Felicia purred. “Just like how I remember.”
“Poor thing…you must have felt so deprived. You’ve always hat Peter’s back…maybe it’s time something good came your way too…”
There was definitely something appealing about that idea. Felicia had been good lately. Very good. It felt like it had been years since she had done anything for her own sake, making sacrifice after sacrifice for someone else’s sake. Tonight, she had the opportunity to take something she wanted again.
“What do you think Red. Got any limits on what I do to him tonight?”
Mary Jane pretended to think about it a moment.
“I don’t think so. What did you have in mind.”
Felicia grinned to herself through waves of pleasure.
“He’s starting to get close. I can tell, the way he starts to move, trying to slow himself.” Felicia bit he lip, and locked her legs around the back of Peter’s waist. “ Come on baby.”
“Felicia? Wait, I can’t—“
Felicia could control his movements from here. She could force his pace to be a little quicker, a little longer, to fuck him even though he was on top of her. This time, he was caught in her web, and she wasn’t letting him go.
“ Come on baby~! Do it for me!”
“Felicia I—“
It was too late. She had him. She caught him. She took him.
Felicia threw her head back as she felt Peter cum inside her. He was just as impressive as she remembered, the seconds seemed to last for hours, she couldn’t stop cumming herself.
She didn’t stop there. She didn’t let him go. She kept him inside her until he was hard again, and repeated the process. They couldn’t speak, couldn’t say anything but curses and cries.
At times, it felt like just the two of them, but Mary Jane somehow always knew exactly when to step in, to kiss one of them, to whisper words of encouragement. She had let them have the night, but she had made herself present throughout it in a way that felt free and fluid.
It seemed like it suited her well.
Felicia woke up close to sunrise. Peter’s arm was wrapped around here, his lips parted and grazing her neck. Mary Jane was just behind him.
It was the warmest she’d felt in ages.
In another life, she might have chosen to fall back asleep.
In another life, she might have stayed.
In another life, maybe. Today, she needed to leave before either of them woke. Before they had a chance to talk about what had happened.
This was nice. But if it had to be the last time, she wanted it to be on her terms.
She’d crossed their path, she decided. Not the other way around.