A/N: Hey everyone. Thanks for being patient with me while I sort of let the "Peter and Felicia have sex" portion of the story get away from me. I'll get back to it eventually, but for now, let's get the actual plot back underway. Lol.
"Just how do you manage to stay comfortable while wearing this under your normal clothes?" Felicia asks as Peter puts the upper part of his Spider-Man suit back on.
"It's a long, and honestly not all that interesting story," Peter answers as he then puts his dress shirt back on.
"I could never manage that with my own suit. It's barely comfortable as is. Not like this lovely dress. Speaking of which, zip me up, will you." Peter steps into Felicia's space and gulps as he looks down at Felicia's bare back. He takes hold of the zipper and begins pulling it up. Felicia leans back into him as he does this, her hair pushed away from her neck. Peter can't resist and places a few quick kisses on her neck.
"You're so good at that," she moans. Once her dress is zipped up she turns to face Peter. "You're also much stronger than I thought. Any other guy probably would've taken the opportunity to get me out of this dress," she chuckles.
"It's not easy, believe me," Peter laughs as well. "We better go join the party now before your mother loses any more patience."
"Yes, of course…but first," and the next thing Peter knows, Felicia has forced him back against the wall. Her lips cover his in a quick, but still very passionate kiss. When Felicia breaks it, she gives Peter a smile and wipes away at some of the sweat on his face.
"You REALLY aren't making this easy," Peter repeats.
"I know," Felicia says and changes back into her regular form. After helping Peter get his jacket back on (fighting off any further urges to tease him), Felicia locks one of her arms around Peter's. "Shall we."
Peter smiles back at her and they finally leave the closet. Much to their relief, there isn't anybody waiting for them on the other side. They make their way to the door leading to the party, open it, and are immediately greeted by the face of one Anastasia Hardy.
"Well, well, well. How nice of the two of you to join us," she says with her arms crossed. "Felicia, if you don't mind, I'd like to speak to Mr. Parker. Alone."
"Go easy on him, mother," Felicia says. She gives Peter a kiss on the cheek before stepping away to go talk with some of the other guests. Once she is gone, Peter nervously rubs the back of his head while struggling to think of something to say.
"Ms. Hardy…I…um," he stammers. "I know you know why we were, uh, delayed arriving."
"Please, don't continue, Mr. Parker. I'd rather NOT have those images in my mind."
"I'm sorry," he apologizes.
"Now then, since you obviously heard me, I'll cut right to the chase and say thank you for what you've done for my daughter. We both know how hard it was on Felicia after what happened to Michael and the less said about Jason the better. But, ever since you and Felicia started seeing each other, she's been happy. Truly happy. The happiest I've seen in who knows how long. I don't know what you did to bring this out of her, but keep doing it."
"Of course, Ms. Hardy. You have my word."
"Please, you're free to call me Anastasia if you like," she says giving him a smile. "By the way, you might want to check your shirt," she says point down towards it not being fully tucked into his pants. Peter blushes at this and Anastasia briefly laughs.
"Parker! There you are!"
Oh no, Peter groans in his head at the sound of Jameson's voice. "Don't suppose you can get me out of whatever this is going to be," he asks Anastasia.
"Sorry, but I've made a point to not stand in the way of Jonah's temper," she jokes.
"I've been looking for you, Parker," Jameson says once he reaches them. "And as I anticipated, you don't have your camera with you. Fortunately, I happen to have one with me."
"Um, I'm not on the clock right now, Mr. Jameson."
"Would you have had your camera on you if you were on the clock, Parker?"
"Hm, I guess we'll never know."
Felicia watched Peter's conversation with Jameson with barely contained amusement and contemplates how long she should take before going over to save him. That is until she hears a most unwelcome voice from behind her.
"Ah, Felicia Hardy. How wonderful to see you again," the voice of Wilson Fisk greets. Felicia turns around to look up at the towering crime lord and doesn't flinch once at his imposing figure. Her eyes narrow and she places her hands on her hips.
"Wilson Fisk. Can't say the feeling is mutual. I'll have to make sure you aren't on the guest list for any future Hardy functions."
"Now is that any way to greet me after all we've been through together?" He rhetorically asks. When Felicia doesn't answer, Fisk glances over at Peter still talking to Jameson. "I was quite surprised to see you and Mr. Parker entering this party together. I thought you might've sworn off men after what happened to your last two boyfriends. Not to mention the dangerous life you now lead thanks to your, ahem, enhancements. You wouldn't want to bring that sort of danger into Mr. Parker's life now, would you? Or perhaps you think you can keep him safe from people like me. Does he even know the truth about you? I wonder what he might think if he knew what you've become."
"You should be less concerned about what he'd think and more concerned about what will happen to you if you so much as lay a finger on him," Felicia threatens.
"It's not wise to threaten me, Ms. Hardy, especially when I know your identity and could feel compelled to leak it to the press should I choose to do so."
"Don't forget, Fisk. I know your identity as well. Looks like we're at a stalemate. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to rejoin my date." And Felicia left Wilson without another word.
"All I'm telling you to do is take some pictures for an hour, maybe two, and then you can get back to doing whatever it is you came here to do," Jameson requests, more like orders, and Peter sighs.
"Mr. Jameson, with all due respect," he begins.
"Peter!" Felicia shouts taking his hands. "I love the song the band just started. Come join me for a dance." She doesn't wait for him to respond and pulls him out on the dance floor, while he gives a mock wave to his agitated boss.
"Thanks for saving me from old flat top," Peter says taking Felicia's hand and put his other on her waist.
"Hey, it's the least I could do after making him think you kidnapped Michael," she replies as they begin swaying to the music. "By the way, you should know, Wilson Fisk is here," she informs him.
"What? Where? Did her try to hurt you?" Peter asks. He starts scanning the room for any sign of him and can already feel himself flashing back to when the Green Goblin came after Mary Jane.
"Hey, Peter," Felicia says, snapping her fingers in front of his face. "Where did you go just now?"
"I'm sorry. I'm just, you know, worried," he admits with a sigh.
"Peter, please relax. He didn't lay a hand on me."
"He'll have me to answer to if he does."
"And me too, don't forget. You need to stop putting such a weight on your shoulders. Remember, I'm here for you just as much as you're here for me." Despite her comforting words, Peter still looks uneasy. "Peter, just hold me," she says and rests her heads against his chest. "Don't think about Fisk or anything dangerous that could come between us. Just think about me, here, safe in your arms."
Peter closed his eyes and did his best to try. He thought about everything that made him love and care about Felicia. Her compassion, kindness, strength, her touch, the sound of her voice. The tight, almost desperate, grip he had on her loosened and gave way to one of tenderness; a sense of warmth spreading between them both down to their toes. Peter leans down and plants a comforting kiss on Felicia's forehead.
"Oh Peter," she whispers and she snuggles closer to him.
Peter feels so lost in the moment that the familiar buzzing noise of his Spider Sense doesn't register with him as Wilson Fisk watches the love birds from the edge of the party. A scowl forming on his lips as Felicia's threat replays in his head. She was of course right about the stalemate they were currently in, but The Kingpin never met a brick wall he couldn't demolish. He retreats to a secluded area of the party and pulls out his phone.
"Landon. I believe it is time for us to reclaim our little kitten."
To Be Continued…