#felinewiles

Riding his bike through the city full of lights beneath a darkened sky, the hum of the engine akin to its own sort of familiar refrain, the wind whipping his skin: countless reasons to conjure as to why John loves this. However, tonight, another reason eclipses the others, and its source arrives in the form of Felicia’s arms around his waist while she leans against his back. He likes it so much, in fact, that he makes the ‘ executive decision ’ to select the long route, allowing more time for the journey; the further he goes with her pressed against him, in contrast to the usual singularity of weaving between cars and quick turns, the more he doesn’t wish to arrive at their destination at all. Once they inevitably do, and before John can remove his helmet, he feels the quick kiss to his cheek. “Is that because I got us here fast?” he muses, turning to glance over his shoulder at Felicia. An undeniable grin claims his lips, reaching his eyes. “Or because I didn’t?”

@felinewiles​ - the angsty thing!

        THOSE WORDS SHOULD INSTILL A SENSE OF SECURITY IN THE ONE WHO HEARS IT, but Matt knows just how fickle the cat can be. When he sees her shape come closer, practically purring with amusement, the Devil sweeps a leg out from under her without even a hint of a warning. “ Sweetheart, ” he cooes, pushing himself to stand, fists rising to protect his face, “ I appreciate the thought. It’s sweet & all. But I’m sure you’ll understand when I say I don’t trust your help. ”

He doesn’t even know if she’ll want to see him but he had to try.

he’s barely awake when the bed shifts and the familiar weight of felicia settles in beside him. it is far too late, and he’s not nearly conscious enough to pose questions about just how she’s gotten into his room - felicia has her ways. he’s content to leave it at that. “ hello, ” charles’ voice is thick with sleep, a rough edge to it that he can’t be bothered to clear. he lifts the blanket and gestures vaguely for her to come over beside him - he’s bare chested, for a change, and somehow through the exhaustion he remains keenly aware of it. a novel is splayed open on the side table, his glasses resting atop it, and he’s only just gone to bed before she’d broken through the lull of impending sleep. “ come on, then, ” he murmurs quietly, “ get comfortable. ”

                         @felinewiles​    /    s.    /    selective.

he’s stupid. he’ll end up dead one of these days because he’s too fucking idiotic to turn her in properly. she helps , she does , she tries to be as good as she can. in situations like these , when she’d gotten away from him during the initial chaos , there wasn’t an awful lot he could’ve done. there was too much at stake to begin with , demanding his attention and much more dangerous than she. his chest aches from a kick she had lanced their earlier , as he drops onto his bed , sitting up against the plush pillows she had forced him to buy. when did she move in with him full time ? christ only knows. “ all but one , “ he says , a teasing lilt to his voice , a hand raised and outstretched to her. “ come here , “ she walks over , settles down in his lap , and he leans up to give her a sweet kiss. “ you almost broke my sternum , felicia. “ @felinewiles​