A/N: So I intended this chapter to go one way, and it instead went in a completely different direction that I decided to just run with. You'll see how very soon. Lol.
Maybe I should've taken the train like a normal person instead of web swinging here. Would've saved me a few extra minutes, Peter thinks as he finally finishes getting his suit over his costume.
Here's hoping things go better tonight than they did they last time I was here, he continues to think as he walks out of the woods and approaches the front gate leading to the Hardy's countryside estate.
He spots the security cameras watching him and discreetly checks his suit again to make sure no part of his costume might be showing. Tonight was an important night. It would be the first time he and Felicia would be going public with their relationship. The past month, they kept it hidden via him giving Felicia some tutoring sessions, which wasn't out of the ordinary as he'd been her tutor before.
But now, with this party Felica's mother Anastasia was throwing, the two of them figured now was as good a time as any to reveal they were an item. Peter in fact already broke the news to Aunt May the day beforehand and while he could tell there was some sadness in her eyes that Peter was finally moving on from the loss of Mary Jane, she was nevertheless happy for him that he had someone. Peter wondered if Felicia told her mother the same. If she had, she hadn't brought it up to him yet.
He approaches the front gate and announced himself to the P.A. system. The gate opened up and a guard gave him a ride across the VERY spacious front lawn to the mansion itself. As one of the butlers opened the door, Peter took one last breath to collect himself and then confidently steps inside.
Wow. Is it just me, or has this place gotten bigger since I was last here? He thinks as he scans around the front area.
"Do my eyes deceive me? Peter Parker on time for an engagement. Truly this is a momentous occasion," he hears Felicia say. He looks up and feels himself swallow at the sight of Felicia at the top of the stairs wearing a very flattering black dress. He tugs at his shirt collar to relieve some of the heat he feels as she walks down the stairs ever so slowly; like she wants him to anticipate her arrival.
Peter clears his throat and takes a bow. "I made sure to clear my schedule of any, ahem, emergencies before arriving. My Aunt always said a gentleman should never keep a lady waiting."
"My, my, my, you sure know how to make a woman feel special, Mr. Parker," she says as she reaches him.
"Any man with half a brain could tell it's what you deserve."
"We're a couple now, Peter. Excessive flattery isn't required anymore."
"Well if that's what you want…"
"I didn't say stop," she purrs and flashes Peter a dazzling smile with an equally dazzling look in her eyes. Peter could almost get lost looking into them when he feels Felicia arm snake around his.
"Shall we?" She says pointing towards the door Peter assumes leads to the party.
"Lead on," he says and Felicia does so. "By the way, have you told your mother about us? I know I'm probably battling it out for last place with Flash Thompson amongst your boyfriends in her mind…"
"Aren't you forgetting Jason?" She asks; her head slightly drooping down.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you think of him," Peter apologizes.
"It's alright. He's in my past now. The future is all that matters."
This is such a new feeling for Peter. Not having the dark cloud of his secret as Spider-Man threatening a blossoming relationship this time. It makes him wonder if maybe had he told Mary Jane about who he was that things might've worked better between them. That he could've protected her better from the likes of the Green Goblin. He'll never know now, of course. He slightly slows the pace of his walk and can feel his head start to droop down as well.
"Peter? Is something wrong?" Felicia asks. The voice of Felicia's concern perks Peter up a bit. He might not be able to fix the past, but as Felicia said, he can go ahead and try and make a future now.
"Yeah. Everything's great," he says.
Well, maybe not great, but certainly better than it's been for me in months, Peter thinks.
They reach the door and Felicia opens it. Once she does, she shoves Peter inside, and closes it behind her.
"Felicia! What are you doing?!" Peter exclaims upon realizing she's shoved him into a closet.
"Kind of obvious, don't you think?" She asks and then transforms into her Black Cat form.
"But we could get caught. How could we explain this if that happens?"
"Hm, then I guess we'll have to be quick." She then leaps forward, pins Peter against the wall, and covers his lips with her own.
Peter's eyes widen in surprise at first from Felicia's forceful nature, but as her scent envelopes him, his eyes dreamily shut and his arms wrap around Felicia. Kissing Felicia when she was like this was so different. She always had a very forward nature about her, but now, it was like her passion was dialed up to eleven. Like she wanted to coax as much pleasure from Peter as she could. And he had to admit, it was working.
His lips left her mouth and went for her neck. Felicia let out a deep, passionate moan and bent her head back to give him all the access to her neck as she could while her she lifted up her left leg and rubbed it against Peter's hip. His hand grabbed her leg and lifted it up further until it snaked its way around his waist pushing him more fully against her. Her moans started to come out more frequently and Peter's mouth presses against hers once more; probably to stifle the moans, so they won't get caught, but his lips just drive her more wild with need. Too much need, in fact.
I want you, Peter. I WANT you, she thinks.
She sets her left leg down and then pushes Peter into the corner of the closest. It shakes from her strength and Peter lets out a gasp.
"F-F-Felicia," he stammers, sweat coating his forehead.
"Shhhh," Felicia coos. "We've played coy with each other long enough, Peter." Her lips nip Peter's. "Holding back what true passion we could have." She kisses him more fully and grins at the shaky breath he gives out both from the kiss and her knee pressing against his center. Peter's mind almost short circuits and he can barely think straight.
"Take me, Peter," she whispers while slowly pulling him down the wall; inch by excruciating inch. Peter feels like he should stop this before it's too late and someone catches him. "No one knows we're in here. No one can stop us," Felicia says as if reading him mind. Her devious eyes boring into Peter's almost hypnotically. His gaze drops down to Felicia's lips, which smirk invitingly.
"No one," Peter pants before his trembling lips kiss Felicia again; his heart beating faster and faster.
"Mmmm," Felicia purrs. "No one." They've reached the floor; the world shrunken to the tiny space between them. He's trapped, but he doesn't want to be anywhere else, but here.
"Take me." Like they have a mind of their own, his hands find their way to the back of Felicia's dress and starts to unzip it. She slinks out of part of it leaving her top exposed. "Take me." He kisses her neck as she pulls off his jacket and then begins unbuttoning his shirt. "Take me." His shirt is off. The top portion of his costume is the next to go.
Some rationality tries fighting its way through the haze coating Peter's thoughts. "Fel-Felicia…," he groans and swallows as Felicia's hands run up his exposed chest.
"Take. Me." She whispers one more time.
Like moths to a flame, they lean in simultaneously. Everything around them feels like its burning. All rational thought fading away to the distant corner of their minds as Felicia pulls Peter back until she's lying on the floor with him covering her; him teasingly running a hand up and down her waist. Sometimes Felicia liked being the dominant one, but it was such bliss to be beneath Peter; powerless against his touch. Against his lips trailing kisses from her neck to the valley between her breasts. Her hand tangles in his hair and pushes his head down deeper.
"I'm yours," she breathes out.
"And I'm yours," he replies.
They couldn't handle it any longer. They needed to feel each other's skin. Their muscles. Their power. While one of Felicia's hand traces a path across Peter's back, another lowers down to his pants.
"Felicia?!" The voice of Anastasia Hardy shouts from somewhere outside the closet. The sound of her voice actually breaks through their cloud of bliss and they nearly jump apart.
"Felicia Hardy! Where are you?!"
The pair of them keep quiet though do give a silent chuckle at being gone long enough that Anastasia came looking for them.
"Just ignore her," Felicia whispers.
"Should we?"
"Just kiss me, you big doof." He does, but Anastasia calls out again.
"I'm not about to send out a search party for you young lady! I have a sneaking suspicion what you're probably up to."
"So you did tell her about us," Peter whispers against Felicia's lips.
"Not important right now," Felicia groans.
"Whenever you and Mr. Parker are done, please see to it that you bring him to me. I wish to speak to him, and thank him for what he's done for you." Those words are enough to break through the cloud again and they slowly pull apart. "You know where to find me when you are done. Make sure you're decent before you join the party, by the way."
They hear her leave and Peter let's out a shaky breathe he didn't realize he was holding. Felicia coaxes his head towards her lips and she kisses his forehead. It wasn't one of the raw lustful ones they just got finished sharing, but one of gentleness and comfort. She places Peter's head on her chest and let the raw feelings slowly dissipate.
"That was…that was…wow," Felicia can only utter.
"Yeah…wow." Peter's lips graze against Felicia's skin and her body spasms from the spark they bring. If anything, she feels even more at ease, at peace, in love, in this gentle embrace than when they were just in the throes of passion.
"I'm kind of glad your mother interrupted us when she did," Peter confesses.
"Oh."
"Yeah. Probably not the best idea for our first time to be in a closet. Like I said, you're special Felicia and a moment like that deserves to be treated special."
"You really do know the right things to say to a woman," Felicia lightly laughs.
"I've had a lot of practice. So, shall we join the party then?" Peter asks her.
"Actually, can we just…can we just lie here for a moment?" She asks.
"Of course."
They remain on the floor for a few more minutes. Felicia gently caressing Peter's back as he listens to her calming heartbeat. Their other hands intimately interlocked together.
To Be Continued...
