whenshewasnice | Some Festival, Somewhere, Thursday FT

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Some Festival, Somewhere, Thursday FT

Some shows seemed similar, blending into each other until Envy's recent past seemed like one big blur of stages and stages and stages that were all essentially the same.

And then some shows were wholly special. Some shows happened during sunset on stages under a big tent, with a gentle breeze blowing from the ocean. Some shows had Envy jumping and bouncing around the stage in her short sequined dress and feeling happy.

Some shows made it feel like everything was possible.

Some shows made it feel like it didn't matter whether everything was possible, because this was all that mattered. The stage and the breeze and the sunset and the sequins, and the roar and energy and smiles of the crowd.

This made everything else worth it.

[ooc: NFB but open for calls/texts/emails afterwards!]

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"It's okay," Envy said, just deciding to tug her shirt all the way off. It ended up on the floor. "Means the song's meaningful the way it's supposed to be."

Peter raised his eyebrows, but he didn't ask anything else. He had to help her with her bra: vastly more important.

Envy might not have agreed with that assessment, but she also wasn't objecting. Or offering up any explanation on her own, because an eyebrow raise wasn't going to cut it on this one.

But she raised her arms, ready to shuck the bra off as soon as it was undone.

Peter pried it diligently away from her, dropping it to the floor. He smoothed his hands over her breasts, appreciating them - kissed the skin between her collarbones, slowly and deliberately.

"You'll have to play it for me later."

"I don't have to do anything," Envy retorted, for no other reason than banter. No other reason than the fact that it came naturally.

Just like tilting her head back, just like her arms over his shoulders and her hand in his hair.

"It's the jovial 'have'," Peter sighed, kissing between her breasts. "Not everything is a battle for control over your precious time."

"No," Envy agreed, with a smirk to her voice (and on her face, but he had a good reason for not seeing that). "Just the fun things."

What, she liked what she liked.

"Or, well," she reconsidered, "the tine part's irrelevant to that."

Peter considered it.

"You'll have to play it for me later," he said again, and nipped at her skin just a little sharply.

Envy gasped. Just a soft little sound, but sudden. "Oh, really?" she asked, her voice gone a little velvety all of a sudden. "Will you make me?"

"If you continue to be such a pain in my ass," Peter said.

His next kiss, lower towards her belly, was gentle again. For now.

Envy's nails scratched the back of his neck.

"Aw, but being a pain in the ass is so good for keeping men in line," she murmured. "So I'm afraid I don't have any other settings."

"I don't know about that."

That bite had done good things. He'd learn from that. Peter matched it now with another, right below her bellybutton.

Good choice, judging by the second little gasp.

"What if I want to be my only setting?"

"Then maybe you need a lesson," Peter said practically.

He hooked his fingers in her waistband and tugged down.

"Maybe," Envy agreed with a crooked smirk, looking down at what he was doing. One hand moved down and undid the front of her pants. Just to make his tugging a little more fruitful.

Peter's mouth curved into something grateful but unwilling to admit it.

Then he pressed his mouth against her underwear, getting the front of it wet.

Envy swallowed. She'd meant to quip, and she hadn't quite forgotten the urge, either. But right this moment, she was more interested in where he was going with this.

So she shut up. For the moment. It wouldn't last.

Peter didn't expect it to. And frankly, he wasn't entirely sure where he was going with this, either - except that they had just started, and he intended to get her more worked up before he pulled her underwear down.

He ran his tongue over the fabric, following the bumps and dips of her sex. His fingers slid under the edge of her underwear and pulled it up tight for a moment, trying to see what would happen.

A surprised little noise escaped Envy's lips, and she squirmed against the sudden pressure with a slight twich of her hips. Sure, she wasn't too worked up yet but that didn't mean she didn't feel that. Didn't mean it wasn't a rush, either.

"Is this the lesson?" she quipped, but her voice was low, and her tone a little wobblier than it had been meant to be. Chalk that up to the surprise.

"You want me to stop?" Peter asked, tilting his head to look up at her, his chin pressing against her belly. "I can stop, if it's no big deal to you."

Looking down at him, Envy shook her head. Slowly. Deliberately.

"No. I don't want you to stop."

"Good," Peter said.

He twisted the fabric in his hands - then pulled it to the side, exposing just a bit more skin.

He ran his tongue over it before he let go of her panties. Just an idle lick.

It didn't feel very idle on the receiving end, funnily enough. Envy let a quiet "oh" slip out, and her fingers found their way to his hair.

"I can be good sometimes."

With the proper incentive.

"Sometimes," Peter echoed.

He nipped at the inside of her thigh. It was closest.

It was also sensitive skin. So that nip sent a jolt right up her spine - and right up to where ideas were brewed. Not necessarily smart ones, but ones that went with her mood.

"Do you know how to leave a mark?"

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