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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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."

"You're so bad at this," Envy replied, although not sounding like she entirely minded.

Her hand slid out of his underwear, then began to push them down. "Get rid of these."

"I'm sorry, I'm not some sex god you picked up in a bar," Peter said, faintly amused. But he got rid of his underwear awfully quick.

He didn't turn around yet, though he wanted to. "You'll have to do with my fallible human flailing."

"Ooh, human failing," Envy cooed like the jerk that she was. Hopefully she made up for it by giving him a nudge towards the bed. "That's hot."

"And I've got it in spades. Lucky you," Peter said, as he sank down onto the bed, turning to lie down on his back.

Envy wasn't far behind, climbing onto the bed after him only to end up straddling his hips.

Which was, funnily enough, exactly where she intended to be for the next while. "Yes, lucky me," she replied as she drew a spiral around his navel with a fingertip.

Peter stretched his arms behind him, looking up at her with a slight smirk hidden under his smile. "Doesn't take direction well, doesn't know how to sex it up right..."

"Talks about himself in the third person..." Envy quipped, trailing off. "You're a tragedy, Peter Wiggin."

She shrugged, then looked down at her hands and – oh, look. She was finally tearing the foil open.

"Still, I like you."

Peter touched her hip as she worked the foil, his thumb sliding over her skin. "And I'm grateful," he quipped back easily. "Whatever might have become of me otherwise?"

Envy smirked down at him. "Something just as tragic but spectacular as now."

The wrapper got tossed carelessly aside. She reached down to carefully roll the condom onto him – and if there was an extra stroke or two, well, she could be nice for a second sometimes.

"Just with even less appreciation for some of the non-political things in life."

"Nonsense," Peter said, sighing softly as her fingers eased some of his tension. "Everything is political."

His other hand found a hip to settle on, too.

"Music can be political," Envy retorted easily, even as she was shifting forwards a little, beginning to line herself up. "It's not inherently political."

Her hand around his dick guided it to her – then just teased the tip against and around the entrance, letting him get an idea of some of the warmth but being a terrible tease.

The niceness hadn't lasted very long.

"Even nonpolitical music is a political statement," Peter said. His eyes fluttered shut.

When she didn't continue, he bit down on his bottom lip and opened them again.

To find her smirking down at him. Attempting an innocent look but not quite getting there.

"How so?" she asked. "Please explain."

Honestly, she wasn't intending to push this bit of teasing much further because she'd been wanting something thicker than fingers since... well, his fingers. But for just a moment longer, she was content to be looking mischievous down at him while she slid the tip of his cock over her clit.

Which broke the look of mischief for a little sound of pleasure, of course.

"The themes in music, the words in the lyrics, and even the desire--" Peter's mouth twitched, his hips jerking up just a little bit. "--not to be seen as political all bow to the status quo," he managed. "When your music is nonpolitical, it supports what is already in power."

Envy shrugged a shoulder. "Fair point."

And just like that, she shifted, and actually let him push all the way into her, eliciting a quiet moan from her in the process.

It wasn't just him that she'd been teasing.

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