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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"I had a great show, earlier today," Envy pointed out. With a single, slightly firmer, slightly quicker push down against him, because she was all about timing, even at the expense of the last half of the last word being half gasped. "Now I'm mid-screw with you for the first time in years."

And with about her preferred level of control over the situation, no less.

"What's there not to be pleased about?"

"I don't know."

Peter needed a second; her uptick in pace had him seeing stars.

"Um," he managed next. "You're still beautiful."

"You should tell me that more often," Envy replied, mostly joking. (But, since she was Envy, there was also a sliver of self-obsessed sincerity to it. Just a smidge.)

She leaned forward, planting a hand by his side against the bed and changing the angle in the process. "But thank you."

"Maybe later," Peter said. The slow build-up of pleasure in his abdomen was beginning to make it hard for him to be clever.

He touched her arm instead, running his fingers up and down the skin, his mind flicking back to the first time they'd done this.

Things had changed a lot since then.

Envy wasn't thinking about it now, although she would later. Right now, she let her eyes close for a moment as she kept moving on top of him, hips finally seeming to pick up the pace some. Then her eyes fluttered back open again.

She wanted to keep watching him.

He wanted to keep watching her in return.

Their eyes locked.

Peter got noisier. He'd never been great at keeping silent, and the faster she moved, the more audible he got.

Envy's lips twitched. And not into a smirk, this time, but into a wobbly smile.

"I like that." She managed some softness, some sweetness to her tone there, even though her own breath was becoming more like panting with every thrust. She'd given up on slow. There'd been enough build-up of that type. Now she just wanted the coiling in the pit of her stomach to tighten and tighten and tighten.

Peter didn't really have the core lower bottom strength to do anything besides touch her, but his hands went roaming further over her body, touching skin wherever they could get at it: her breasts, her shoulders, her abdomen, her thighs...

"I'll bet you do," he sighed, and then a moan wrenched from his throat.

Hands were nice. She liked that. And the moan, but that went without saying.

It was much more fun right now to try and make him do it again. Or just answer it with one of her own – she had a good angle to her hips now, each thrust down against him providing friction in all the right places.

And quiet had rarely been her thing.

Peter hissed a soft curse between his teeth, his eyes finally slipping shut against his best efforts.

His hips tried to chase hers, relearning that they weren't quite capable of doing it without strain. He let out another, louder moan, losing himself to it.

A little straining was good for him, anyway. Envy was doing some of her own right now, the movements of her hips a little more erratic than they had been a moment or two ago..

She was very close, and it was starting to show.

She wasn't the only one. Peter's groping hands found their peace over Envy's hips, clinging in tight as he moved with her as best he could.

He was muttering curses under his breath, losing track of anything remotely rational.

Envy hadn't really heard him sound like that before. It was a thrill, to be sure. But it mixed in her ears with her own moans and gasps – that was, until those where replaced by something of a more desperate, whining noise as she chasd the release.

And then she was there, still bucking her hips against his but lacking any kind of a rhythm because the rush of pleasure was distracting like that.

His own hips attempted to make up for the lack, rocking up with some vague sense of rhythm. But that, too, didn't take long.

Peter came with a whimper, his fingers clinging tightly to her hips.

Envy wanted to slump over on top of him.

But didn't.

Instead, she kept herself upright, if leaning heavily on the arm she had against the bed. Trying to get her breath to even out from panting.

Peter opened his eyes, slowly loosening his grip on her. He was panting too, and nowhere near getting his breathing under control.

"Phew."

Envy flashed him a brief, crooked smirk, before shifting off him and slumping down next to him. Mostly next to him. There may have been a lazy arm across his chest.

In fact, there was.

"Mm."

"Sounds about right," Peter said, apropos of nothing.

He eyed the ceiling for a while, waiting for his control over his faculties to circle back to himself.

"That's been a while."

"Mm hmm." While he watched the ceiling, Envy was watching him. The smirk had faded to something more unreadable. "Longer for me than for you, even."

She'd managed to put a few extra years of age difference between them with her eccentric universe-hopping lifestyle.

"From a certain point of view," Peter said. He tore his gaze away from the ceiling to look at her.

"It's not subjective," Envy replied. Could've shaken her head, but didn't. "Don't argue with me."

"Since when do I not argue with you?" Peter asked, rolling onto his side to face her.

"Since just now when I told you not to," she retorted, only the exaggerated bounce of her eyebrows giving away that she wasn't serious.

Well, that and the words themselves, no matter how mild her tone was.

"Too bad," Peter said, sliding a casual arm over her waist. "It's not happening."

Envy tapped her fingertips against his shoulder, and rolled her eyes.

"You're an asshole."

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