A/N: So I'm not saying Peter and Felicia would've had sex if Anastasia hadn't interrupted them. But this is how I imagined the scene playing out if they did.

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. She undoes its button and then pulls down its zipper before reaching forward and rubbing his dick through his costume. Peter lets out a gasp at this feeling and looks down at where Felicia's hand is.

"Pants off. Now," Felicia orders him. Peter gulps before nodding and standing up to his feet. Felicia remains on the floor and takes in the view as Peter removes his shoes, then drops his pants, and then removes the bottom half of his costume. "Amazing," she utters at the sight of Peter's now naked form.

She lightly bites her tingling bottom lip and then gets to her feet as well. Her unzipped dress falls to her feet and while she unclasps her bra, Peter's eyes travel down and then back up, stunned at how different Felicia's physique truly is in her Black Cat form. He licks his lips at the sight as Felicia pulls off her panties and then she rushes forward into Peter. Peter barely has time to let out another gasp as Felicia connects with him and he crashes back into the wall, which gives an impressive shake.

"Felicia!-mmph!" Whatever protests he was about to make are silenced with another kiss; Felicia pushing herself so hard into Peter eliminating any sense of space between them. Her hands clutching his abs and his hands rubbing her ass. Their skin hot against one another's. It was like nothing they had ever felt. They break apart once they need air and Peter glances at the wall behind him. "Felicia, we don't want to break anything in here," he jokingly chastises her.

"Sorry," she faux apologizes with that devious look still in her eyes. "I was just being curious. I wanted to see if I was as strong as you," she says, echoing one of the first things she said when they first met as Spider-Man and Black Cat.

"Well, let's find out then," Peter says. They press their lips together once more and Peter starts moving Felicia towards the other end of the closet.

Felicia plants her feet firmly in the floor stopping Peter in his tracks and she tries moving him back. Peter doesn't yield and keeps the pair in the center of the closet. Their legs tangling together as they try to move the other.

Peter breaks away from Felicia's lips and moves to her neck, prompting a long moan from Felicia and the spasms from her legs allows Peter to push her back into the wall this time.

"N-n-no, f-f-f-f-fair," Felicia whimpers, hands clinging to Peter's shoulders.

"Who said anything about being fair," Peter says against her neck.

"N-nobody," Felicia whimpers once more as one of Peter's hands slowly travels down her chest. She tries to push him back, but he stands firm. "I want you. Let me have you," she pleads, feeling his hand just hovering over her entrance. Peter leaves Felicia's neck and smirks at how flushed her face has become.

"You want me? Take me," he taunts and two of his fingers go inside her.

"Oh my God, oh my God, Peter…" Felicia pants. "Please. I want you."

"Take me, if you can," he taunts again then adds another finger. Felicia hands desperately claw at Peter's strong back with each thrust. She tries to at least kiss Peter again, but he moves out of the way and licks slowly up her neck; the scent of her perfume entering his nostrils and driving him more wild and increasing the pace of his movements. One of Felicia's hands leaves Peter and she punches the wall. This time she is certain something broke.

"Peter…Spider. Stop teasing me. Kiss me. Take me. Fuck me!" Felicia pleads.

"Say you want me," he says, smirking at having the strong and confident Black Cat begging to be his.

"I already told-ohhhhh," she moans when he pinches her clit.

"Say it," he says more assertively.

"I want you."

"Again."

Felicia gulps and tries to collect herself. "I want you." Another thrust and one of Felicia's legs wraps up Peter's. The heat between them rising with each passing second.

"Again."

Felicia looks Peter squarely in the eyes, ignoring her trembling legs, and determined to not let Peter have all the dominance. She places a hand on his chest and squeezes it hard. "I want you."

"A-again," he breathes out finding his own resolve start to unexpectedly falter. Felicia places a hand against his neck and pulls his head forward pressing his forehead against her own.

"I. Want. You. And only you. I want you, Peter Parker, Spider-Man, to take me here and now. I'm yours." She closes the space between them with a slow and passionate kiss; her own smirk forming when she feels Peter's balance starting to give away. She pulls back and whispers, "And only yours".

"So much…for being as strong as me," Peter teases.

"Don't forget, that I also know the value of…surprise!" And then Felicia kicks Peter's legs out from under him.

"Whoa!" He yells out and connects with the floor. The moment he does, Felicia pins him beneath her. He tries to get back up, but Felicia pushes him back down to the floor.

"Awww. You got sloppy there, Spider," she says and traces a finger up and down Peter's chest. "Or did you secretly want to lower your guard. To submit yourself to me. You, the pure hero at the villainess temptress' mercy. Sounds hot, doesn't it?" Felicia grins at all the traces of Peter's earlier confidence being completely gone; replaced with one of nervous, yet eager anticipation. She can feel him trying to move, but she keeps him in place and shakes her finger at him.

"They say when you grab a bull by the horns, you'll get taken for a ride. Want a ride?"

To Be Continued…