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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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?"

"I assume it involves biting harder than this," Peter said, though he sounded dubious as he looked up at her.

"Actually it's more about sucking and biting," Envy replied, but now she made it sound like maybe it had just been idle curiosity in the first place.

Possibly because she felt like maybe she'd misstepped.

Not so much misstepped as that she was dealing with a novice but critical partner, here.

Peter raised his eyebrows, turning towards her other thigh.

He bit there, too. Then sucked.

Idle or not, it had sounded like a request.

Feelings weren't always well-rooted in reality when they were based on perceptions. He was critical; she was cautious.

Still, she swore and squeezed her eyes shut when it stung. Also tugged on his hair a little. And it didn't sound like displeased swearing.

No. She liked that. A lot. And while Peter still couldn't see himself enjoying that himself-- well, that wasn't important right now, was it?

He ran his tongue over the swelling skin, to see what would happen. His fingers curled under the fabric of her panties and finally tugged them down.

Envy shuddered. There was going to be a bruise, and the skin was sensitive and tingling and yes, those were things she liked, even if themore psychological aspects that tended to go with them for her weren't in place right now.

As for the undressing, thank God. She shifted, trying to kick the panties away while widening her stance just a little. Like an invitation to see how wet she was.

Some insecurities aside, he'd been doing well at getting her going.

Peter's gaze slid up, and yes, he could most certainly see.

Touch, too, two of his fingers sliding between her folds.

And it was most appreciated. In the form of a moan. "Now we're getting somewhere." It was a show of appreciation as well as a taunt all in one. Not to be taken as anything but playful - she knew he knew his moves had worked on her so far.

She breathed deep, looking down at him.

Peter met her gaze, a slight smile playing across his features. One of his fingers slid into her, slow and careful-- then he pressed that smile against her clit.

As much as she liked looking at his smile... that was also not a bad use for it. Not bad at all.

Her hips were under control, but she still allowed herself one slow roll into those touches. Biting her lip as she did. "Been a little while since anyone got that handsy with me after a show."

Peter gripped her hip with his free hand as she talked, dismissing it as anything requiring a reply. He put his mouth to use as she'd liked it recently, his finger sliding into her unhuried as he reacquainted himself with her taste.

Booty calls weren't that bad, as it transpired.

Envy liked replies just fine, but sometimes they didn't need to be actual words. So this worked just fine, for now. The noise she made sounded a fair bit like 'unf' with a bite on her lip, so it wasn't like she was talking there either.

She was warm under his tongue and around his finger, and getting slicker. And her free hand settled on top of his.

Peter didn't intend to linger here forever.

But while he was there-- he pressed against her with the flat of his tongue, explored her skin around his finger. Back up, to suck, laving attention on her.

Envy wasn't expecting or even wanting forever. But while he was there, damn right she was enjoying it. And making it known with her breathing getting a little heavier, and the little noises of pleasure she was making - including the little whimpers at the sucking.

Her fingers kneaded the back of his hand on her hip.

Peter managed one last, long lick, from his fingers to her mound.

Then he tilted his head back up and bit her stomach, sucked on it right after, the way he'd just figured out worked well on her.

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