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 left his fingers where they were, moving slowly in and out of her. But he rose steadily, leaving a trail of marks and bites up her body.

Envy watched him making his way up with rapt attention, her breath hitching a little here and there with some of the bites - as well as the movements of his fingers. She rolled her hips against those a couple of times. Subtle movements, angling for more.

There was an aspect missing here, from the marks. But she'd bring that up... at some other time.

Peter pressed a lighter kiss against her neck, fumbling for his pocket as he finally removed his fingers.

He pressed a foil square into her hand, a question as much as anything.

Envy's fingers closed around it, the 'yes' implicit and just as quiet as the question.

Not that she left it at that. She took her chance to press a kiss against the side of his neck, in turn. And then a little lick upwards to his ear. Her breath was warm and her voice was a whispered version of the one she liked to use to make people think about moments like this. The people who actually got to hear her use that voice in moments like this were rare.

"So you'd like to fuck me," she said, lightly. But like she was smirking. "Hm?"

"I thought that was implied," Peter said, his voice a little unsteady, but holding. "Though I could imply it harder."

His still-wet fingers trailed up her side.

Envy shivered. Hard to mask that with anything when she was standing there naked, so she didn't even try.

But her own hand pressed against his stomach, then made its way lower. Cupping him through his pants.

Rubbing just a little, too. "Or you could skip implying," she whispered. "And just tell me."

Peter's mouth curved. He was hard under her touch, but he didn't see how that would be a surprise to anyone involved. "I want to fuck you," he whispered back. "Preferably somewhere horizontal, but I'm open to suggestions."

Sometimes the lack of a surprise was the best thing.

Envy's smirk turned into a smile, not that he could see it. "Horizontal can be arranged," she said, giving him a nudge in the general direction of the bedroom. "I'll show you the wonders of the vertical at some other point. Because there are some."

"I remember some from high school. Vaguely," Peter said, taking her direction. He walked into the bedroom, stripping off his pants as he went. "But it doesn't feel like that kind of night."

They weren't quite as intimate yet as they had been, back before she was Envy, but he wasn't here for an impersonal screw up against a wall.

It also didn't feel like the kind of night for Envy explaining to him that it wasn't impersonal if you did it right.

(She was a connoisseur.)

She padded in after him, behind him – and once his pants were off, took the chance to wrap her arms around him from behind, pressing chest to back and resting her chin against his shoulder.

In Peter's defense, he'd had sex with two women in his life, and one of them had never had anything remotely resembling an interest in personal.

(Not that Peter had cared at the time.)

"Hi there," he said, his hand sliding down over one of hers. The press of her breasts against his back was... pretty nice, actually.

Envy was interested in personal. Very, very interested. That was a part of why she was doing what she was doing right now, too.

"Hello," she replied, and pressed a kiss to the curve where his neck met his shoulder. "Peter."

Peter's mouth quirked into something of a smile. "And now you've got an advantage on me," he teased, affection creeping into his voice.

"How so?" Envy murmured, skimming her hand down his stomach. "Not that I don't feel like I have an advantage on you more often than not."

Mostly joking.

"You're already stronger than me and now you have me from behind, pinned," Peter said, sounding amused more than anything. "Nice play."

Envy snickered, nipping at his earlobe. "And obviously I'm angling to do such terrible things to you, with this advantage I have."

Like reaching down and sliding her hand down his underwear. Just terrible.

Peter sucked in an audible breath. "You have a reputation for bringing men to their knees," he mused.

"And a hard-earned one at that," Envy agreed, as her hand wrapped around him. She figured he'd earned a few strokes, with his efforts. They were slow, but her touch was firm.

She kissed the spot behind his ear. "I can make men do a lot of things, though."

Peter let out a sigh under her touch, leaning into her. "I'm sure you can," he said, "But I was hoping for a more... cooperative venture."

"I wasn't about to suggest anything to the contrary," Envy murmured, her hand moving around him a couple more times. Slow.

Her other hand was somewhere at his hip, the foil square safely pressed between two fingers.

"Not all the things I make men do are one-sided. Coming, for instance.

"Is there a list?" Peter asked, his fingers sliding up her arm.

"Maybe," she teased.

Nuzzling at the crook of his neck because she could be far more affectionate than most people would guess, when given the opportunity.

She'd been around so many strangers lately.

The affection was a surprise to Peter, even now, but he saw no worth in questioning it right now.

"I'll have to start writing some of these down," he said instead, turning his head to press a kiss to her cheek.

For Envy, the line between the public and the private ran a little differently than it did for most people.

It was not by accident that she was doing this from behind him.

"Possibly," she said. "But there's always just figuring it all out through experience. The Things Envy Likes will never be a comprehensive list, anyway, and it's often changing with moods." Probably a given, with her in particular. She'd been branded 'difficult' a long time ago. "Tonight, it will be a slow ride, sitting down, face to face. Yesterday it would've been something else, and who even knows about tomorrow?"

"We'll find out tomorrow," Peter said. He lifted his chin. "Let's sit, if that's what we're going to do."

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