The last two months had been exhausting.
Patrolling the city, dodging the media, handling the stress.. he had adapted, sure. His rapid adaptability was a blessing, but it didn't make him immune to weariness. It was always there, lingering like a dull ache.
(Explained in Author's thoughts, in the end)
And yet, what truly kept him going wasn't just his abilities.
It was Aunt May. The only family he had.
Her kindness, her strength.. There were days when Peter felt that it wasn't his adaptability keeping him upright, but her. No matter how much he tried to shield her from the chaos of his double life, she always seemed to sense when he needed warmth.
And then… there was Felicia.
The first few dates had been nothing short of exhilarating. Felicia was magnetic, unpredictable, and exciting. But in those brief moments when their lips met, when he felt her melt into his hands, he realized something else... it wasn't just thrilling. It was soothing.
(See author's thoughts, in the end)
She was a storm he wanted to get lost in.
Peter stood in front of his mirror, running a hand through his slightly tousled hair.
"Shopping, a good lunch, and then a movie. Nothing too fancy."
But with Felicia Hardy, nothing was ever just "simple." He needed to keep her on her toes. Never predictable. Always just a step ahead, pulling her in, making her want more. Casual, but sharp. A black fitted sweater, dark jeans, and sleek sneakers. Enough to look effortlessly good, but not like he was trying too hard.
["Outfit choice approved."]
Peter smirked as C.E.L.E.S.T.E.'s voice chimed in. "Good to know I have an AI hyping me up."
"["It is not hype if it is statistically accurate."]
He chuckled. Yeah, this was going to be a fun day.
Felicia was already waiting at their meeting spot... a boutique in Midtown. The second he laid eyes on her, he could tell she wanted to make it look casual but had put in effort, especially with the hair and make up.
A sleek black jacket, white t-shirt, tight fitting jeans, and subtle yet sharp smirk. Her platinum white hair cascaded over her shoulders effortlessly.
"Checking me out already, Tiger?" she teased the moment he approached.
Peter tilted his head slightly, just enough to make her question if she had the upper hand.
"Hard not to when you dress like you're about to steal a rising billionaire's heart."
Felicia's lips twitched, and for the briefest second, he saw it that little spark of intrigue.
She looped her arm through his. "You're dangerous, you know that?"
"I try."
Shopping with Felicia was a lesson in patience and strategy.
She had expensive tastes, but he knew exactly when to let her have her fun and when to take control.
"That dress looks amazing."
Felicia smirked, holding it against herself. "Think so? Maybe I'll try it on."
"This jacket? I bet it would look better on you after you steal it."
She gasped dramatically. "Peter Parker, are you accusing me of criminal activity?"
He grinned. "Just making an educated guess."
Felicia stepped closer, eyes gleaming. "Are you really just window shopping, or do you need me to make the first move?"
Peter leaned in slightly. "Maybe I like watching you make the first move."
Felicia chuckled. "Careful, Tiger. I might just take that as a challenge."
She was used to having the upper hand, used to playing the seductress. But Peter?
He made her want to play the game.
"Fast food, Parker?" Felicia raised an eyebrow as they stepped inside Shake Shack.
He just grinned. "You can't tell me a five-star restaurant has better fries than this."
She gave him a skeptical look but took a bite of her burger. Her expression shifted ever so slightly before she masked it.
"You win this round," she admitted, taking another bite.
Peter leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. "You'll find I win a lot of rounds."
Felicia huffed a laugh. "Confident, aren't you?"
"Do you like it?"
"Maybe," she said, but the way she twirled her straw in her drink told him she definitely did.
Next stop was... The movies... As the movie played, Peter watched the black caped hero of the movie, who showed up only at night, with great interest.
A man leading two lives.
A man trying to balance duty and personal happiness.
It wasn't the first time he was watching this movie. But this time it felt more relatable. Halfway through the film, Felicia leaned in close, whispering, "You've got that look."
"What look?"
"The one you get when you're overthinking."
Peter smirked. "Maybe I was just wondering if you'd steal my popcorn."
She reached over and took a handful without hesitation. "You should know better than to leave your valuables unattended."
"And maybe you should know that sometimes... I let you steal them." Peter said, with his eyes back to the screen.
She looked at him then, just for a moment, before turning back to the screen.
But he felt it. The way her fingers twitched slightly. The way she bit her lower lip. She was hooked.
After the movie, they found themselves at Felicia's apartment.
Peter couldn't help but think. I guess this evening is going to be unforgettable...
"Come in," she said casually. "I owe you a drink."
As he stepped inside, Peter's sharp eyes immediately caught something.
The living room? Perfectly neat. The kitchen? Spotless.
But through a slightly open door, he caught a glimpse of her room. A mess. Clothes scattered. Unorganized books. The kind of chaos that didn't match the polished facade of the rest of her apartment. The second she noticed his gaze, she hurried to shut the door.
Peter smiled. Interesting.
"Don't judge," she said, folding her arms.
Peter laughed. It's always funny, seeing the wild cat acting like a scared kitten.
As they settled in with drinks, Peter decided to test something. As Felicia handed him a drink, Peter leaned back on the couch, watching her with an easy smile.
"You know," he said casually, swirling his glass, "some people keep their rooms messy because it's comfortable. Others do it because they're too busy keeping up appearances everywhere else."
Felicia raised a brow, but there was a flicker of something behind her playful smirk. "And what about you, doc? Neat freak or secret mess?"
Peter chuckled. "Depends. Do you think I'd keep my room spotless or let a little chaos in?"
She studied him, her fingers tapping lightly against her glass. "You seem like the type who likes things in order… but wouldn't mind a little mess if it's worth it."
"Interesting answer," he mused. "Guess that means you think some mess is worth keeping around?"
Felicia scoffed, but he caught the way she hesitated, just a beat too long. "Are you trying to get inside my head, Parker?"
"Maybe," he said smoothly, holding her gaze. "But I think I'm already there."
She didn't deny it.
"You used to keep your walls up. Now, you're letting me see what's behind them. Even if it's just for a second."
Felicia exhaled, a rare, thoughtful expression crossing her face. "And what do you see?"
Peter met her gaze, his voice softer now. "Someone who's figuring out who she really wants to be."
For once, Felicia didn't have a teasing remark. Just a small, knowing smile.
Her fingers tightened slightly around her glass. "Maybe... " she admitted.
Bingo. She was changing.
The cracks in her mask were showing, and Peter wasn't about to let them seal back up.
Afterwards, the conversation turned lighter, more teasing.
But the tension? It had been building all day.
Peter let the silences linger just long enough. Let his gaze stay just a second too long. Let his fingers brush against hers so lightly it felt like an accident... Until it didn't.
Felicia leaned in first. Of course, she did. But the moment their lips met, Peter took control.
Slow. Deliberate. Pulling her in, making her feel like there was no other place she should be. The drink in her hand was forgotten. Her breath hitched. She wasn't melting this time. She was being unraveled. And for the first time, Felicia Hardy, the girl who always led the game, was the one being chased.
Peter's hands moved to Felicia's hips, pulling her closer. His fingers brushed against her curves, which couldn't be hidden by the tight white t-shirt and blue jeans that hugged her body... in all the right places. Peter's eyes had been on this 'hot piece of map' all day... Now all he had to do was be the Dora he was meant to be and explore every inch of her.
Felicia's breasts were pressed against Peter's chest, and she could feel them jiggling slightly as they moved together. Her ass, rounded and perfect, was squeezed by her tight jeans, and Peter's hands were now on her buttocks, pulling her closer. She felt a thrill run through her as his fingers dug gently into her flesh.
As they broke apart for a moment, Peter's eyes locked onto Felicia's, and he smiled. He pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing her lacy bra and rounded breasts. Her nipples, could cut diamonds now. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, making her sigh.
Felicia's jeans were next to go, and as Peter unzipped them, she felt a rush of excitement. He pulled them down, revealing her rounded ass and smooth thighs. Peter's hands were on her buttocks again, pulling her close as they kissed. With each passing moment and each dropped clothing, she was being unraveled and made more vulnerable.
Her desire for control surrendered to the desire for pleasure. And she loved every moment of it...
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