❝ I'M BAD LUCK. ❞

✧ ♛ ✧   MORNING RAYS HAVE BARELY RISEN OVER THE CITY SKYLINE.   mask across her eyes, but her usual suit does not accompany her.  trading in the sleek black suit for sweat pants and a graphic tee. feet propped upon the coffee table as she waits for the black nail polish upon her toes.  she’s up early, and the scent of coffee is strong as transparent curtains gently flow with the breeze from the balcony.   

green-blues flicker across a magazine.  fingers flicking the pages by in a smooth motion as she sighs.  nothing entirely interesting within this issue except for a few coats she might have to get later.  and by get, she definitely means steal.  they won’t miss a couple coats from their thousands of stock, would they ??  a faint smile flickers at her lips from the thought before a quiet blur of red catches her attention out of the corner of her eye.  a weary head now being rested upon her shoulder.  eyes keeping to the glossed pages of the magazine. 

❛ Even your answer’s vague! ❜ Her voice skips a note. Morgan’s been kept in the dark by a lot of adults since birth, more or less. Felicia’s answer doesn’t surprise, nonetheless offends. Scandalizes. She crosses arms over her chest and marches like a soldier, side to side. Leaving Felicia’s personal space.

❛ I sneak on a lotta people, you’re different kinda jumpy. ❜ She stops. A thinking finger against her cheek as gaze is once again pinned on the woman. Morgan tilts head to the right, then to left, brows shoot up. ❛ Have we met before? ❜

✧ ♛ ✧    GREEN-BLUES CONTINUE TO WATCH AND OBSERVE.  a quiet brow arching as legs now carefully cross.  another inquiry is shot into the air, slowly, she blinks.  lips carefully upturning.  there’s recognition.  whether it was by the news or clippings of articles -- people have a habit of seeing her almost everywhere.  photos uncommon -- but not  rare.

In the back of his mind, he knew he was being crazy; getting involved with this particular feline could only end badly — right? She was a thief by trade, and no matter how many times he considers getting her to change, he chicken’s out. Instead, he should put her back on her feet and walk away before it got any further.

Who the hell was he kidding?

The Spider’s strong fingers dug into her thighs as her curves pressed against the hard planes of his body, causing his heart rate to escalate as much as a fight. Then, lifting his mask to reveal a strong jaw and quickly darkening blue eyes, he let out a playful growl.“ You say that like you don’t love every moment of it.” He teased before turning and pressing her firmly against a nearby wall, leaving her sandwiched between it and him. Tilting his head down, he ghosted his lips across her jaw, not stopping until she felt a gentle nip at her ear.“ Unless this is too forward? I could put you down?” As he spoke, he tilted his hips forward, offering them both a little friction – skin-tight suits leaving little to the imagination.

✧ ♛ ✧  EYES FLUTTER CLOSED AS LIPS PART WITH A BREATHY LAUGH.   head lulling to the side as the light flicker of his lips cross her neck, a grin then blooming at the corners of her mouth as another low giggle escapes her.  he was right -- she did.  she  adored  it.  and god, did he know what made her  tick.  hot breath spreading across her skin in quiet pin pricks. fingers dig into his shoulders, a shuddered breath being stifled from her as hips grind. the feeling of him against her  intoxicating, rising a want and unbearable  need  within her.  a heat that continued to grow and  burn. 

✧ ♛ ✧   A QUIET GASP FUSES WITH A LIGHT LAUGH.   her weight being picked up as if she weighed nothing. lips grinning as she’s lifted off of the ground, legs easily snaring around the other’s waist. arms snaking their way around his neck, fingers running up the nape of his neck as hips press forward faintly.  but not enough to cause friction.  the curl of his fingers and feel of his hands upon her thighs addictive to say the least.  and  god, does she want to make him absolutely bothered.

Peter had heard the commotion and swung in to see what it was all about. He did not like what he found, Black Cat on her knee’s looking like she was about to pass out on the concrete. This woman was going to start giving him grey hair if she did not watch it. Crouching beside her, he placed his hand over her’s.“ Someone has to watch out for those nine lives of yours..” He murmured, but it was missing his usual teasing tone.

No, he was too concerned. He pushed Cat’s clawed hand aside and mumbled a curse when he saw the blood flow come back with abandon. What was he to do, though? He couldn’t take her to the hospital; that would bring up questions that neither could answer. He placed his hand back on her wound, wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders.“ I got you, Cat. We will fix you up, and then you will probably make the guy pay later.” He murmured gently before a soft ‘thwip’ sound was heard, signaling that he had used his webbing as a temporary bandage.

Gently he maneuvered her, picking her up like a bride and making sure she wrapped her arms around his neck.“ Think you can hold on while I swing? Or do I need to use my feet to get us out of here?” She could try and refuse his help, but she didn’t look like she was up to it, and he, for one, was not about to take no for an answer.

✧ ♛ ✧   THERE’S A QUIET TEMPTATION TO BRUSH OFF THE HELP.   to say that she’s fine limping back home.  but as she’s lifted into his arms, she can’t help but sink into his embrace.  arms firmly curling their way around the line of his shoulders and neck.  head not helping but to tilt and lean within the crook of his neck with a sigh, a quiet laugh managing to escape her.  here he was to the rescue --  something she didn’t need often, but always secretly appreciated.  she shifts slightly, wincing a little before she speaks :  

✧ ♛ ✧   SHE CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME SHE’D BEEN BREATHLESS BECAUSE OF A KISS.   eyes are tightly shut as lips come undone, a quiet smile fluttering upon her lips as the other’s forehead rests upon her own.  the contact is leaned into, hands resting upon the frame of his face.  thumbs grazing across the line of his jaw in almost a silent adoration.  

there’s a temptation to lose herself in the moment, but with a light smirk --  vulnerability is erased from her.  chin tilts upwards, letting lips brush and ghost over each other.  a gentle tease before a grin curves at the corners of her lips, hands now sliding to rest upon the other’s chest as eyes open halfway.  gaze half-lidded and absolutely enthralled with his presence.