Envy Adams (
whenshewasnice) wrote2020-02-15 01:02 pm
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Streets of Fandom and Beyond, Fandom Island, Saturday
It was the day after Valentine's Day, and that meant Envy Adams was 29 years old today.
But perhaps more importantly, she was just barely acclimating to non-touring life after spending most of last year (and the majority of January, because those NYE concerts had been a killer when multiversal timezones streched out to like two weeks of shows in her personal timeline) on the road.
It had been her idea, to come to Fandom for a little weekend getaway. Maybe because it was one of those spots in the multiverse that was more of a no-man's land of sorts. Not really Envy's, not really Peter's, but the place where they'd been just kids in the middle of other kids, even if just kids was a gross underestimation of everything they'd already been doing back then.
It had seemed like a good place for her to center herself back into something a little less hectic.
But, of course, now that they'd made it past the causeway onto the island proper, Envy was already feeling something was... off. As they walked, she spent a long while squinting at Peter, as if he'd somehow changed his hair after yesterday, or the cut of his clothes was particularly flattering, but she just couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
And then she breathed in a particularly big breath, and the feeling grew, and suddenly she knew exactly what was up.
And so she snorted softly, and shook her head. "Oh, we're being Fandomed already."
[ooc: Primarily for the Hegemon, and potentially NSFW-bound because this week is what it is.]
But perhaps more importantly, she was just barely acclimating to non-touring life after spending most of last year (and the majority of January, because those NYE concerts had been a killer when multiversal timezones streched out to like two weeks of shows in her personal timeline) on the road.
It had been her idea, to come to Fandom for a little weekend getaway. Maybe because it was one of those spots in the multiverse that was more of a no-man's land of sorts. Not really Envy's, not really Peter's, but the place where they'd been just kids in the middle of other kids, even if just kids was a gross underestimation of everything they'd already been doing back then.
It had seemed like a good place for her to center herself back into something a little less hectic.
But, of course, now that they'd made it past the causeway onto the island proper, Envy was already feeling something was... off. As they walked, she spent a long while squinting at Peter, as if he'd somehow changed his hair after yesterday, or the cut of his clothes was particularly flattering, but she just couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
And then she breathed in a particularly big breath, and the feeling grew, and suddenly she knew exactly what was up.
And so she snorted softly, and shook her head. "Oh, we're being Fandomed already."
[ooc: Primarily for the Hegemon, and potentially NSFW-bound because this week is what it is.]
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"I want your mouth on me," he said, voice still soft.
It wasn't about power, he realized.
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Envy was still looking up at him when she nodded, though her gaze dropped down almost immediately after. He'd gotten his fly undone, and she could do the rest, tugging on fabric just enough that she could free him from his pants - and only enough for that. Turned out she really liked him clothed for this.
She didn't take her time before wrapping her hand around his dick, either. Though there were just a couple of tentative licks around the head, at first, a reminder of how warm and wet her mouth could be on him - right before it actually was, her lips closing around the head and her tongue swirling along the underside.
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His fingers slid down to carress her hair, then the back of her neck, before resting there like a weight. Unmoving.
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She let her moan happen around him exactly as it wanted to.
And then she let him slide smoothly a little deeper into her mouth, complete with sucking on him for a few pulses.
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He rocked his hips forward experimentally, claiming even more of her mouth, trying to control the rhythm now, too.
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Her skin felt tingly all over.
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"Good," he breathed. "You're so good..."
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Because she was good, thank you very much.
Both her hands were curled into the fabric of his pants, now. Just for something to hold.
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"Look at you," Peter said softly. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were made for this."
His thumb pressed against the flesh of her shoulder, just an inch below the place where it would actually hurt.
Then his hand retreated.
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And now the weight of his hand was gone, yet she made no effort to pull back. Instead, she hazarded a look up at him, up at his face beyond the stretch of blue that was his shirt and that really just served as a reminder of how little she was wearing.
There was a hunger in her eyes. But she looked vulnerable, too.
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God, she was beautiful. It made his head spin, his heart beating so fast he thought she had to be able to hear it.
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Then both hands went to front of his shirt. Just as slow and careful with the buttons as she had been with her own.
Her eyes weren't leaving his.
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He did nothing. Said nothing.
But he held her gaze.
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She drew in a slow breath through her nose.
And made it through all his buttons, including the ones on the cuffs around his wrists, so her hands slid under his shirt, pushing it down from his shoulders first before she peeled it the rest of the way off.
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Kissing him back clearly demanded more of her attention, at least for a few seconds.
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And then they left her entirely.
"Keep going."
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But her own hands moved again, picking up where she'd left off when she'd first knelt down. She dragged his pants and shorts both down his legs, bending down when her reach was no longer enough, then crouching when that no longer helped either.
And thought, the one human being in the multiverse.
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Her voice was entirely stripped of artifice, just like it had been for the past few moments. No quippy tone, no drawl, no deliberate breathy tint.
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He wasn't sure why it slipped out.
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Her voice was barely more than a whisper. "You already have me."
The one human being in the multiverse.
"Are you trying to beat me to the proposal?"
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But she didn't. This time, she put her hands on his shoulders, although one slid immediately to the back of his neck, to his supposedly too-long hair.
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