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Hit send. Feel regret.

the phone sex +
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[Was he going to do it? He was going to do it.]

You could prove that.

How would you like me to apologize?

Orally would be nice. Or a more hands on apology.

[He sat up a little straighter, shoving his books and laptop in his back because no, he wasn't going to be able to study now.]

Sounds easy enough. You're at the cafe on 6th, right?

[He paused as he was zipping up his bag.]

How did you know th YOU'RE SPYING ON ME>?

You do know I'm a spy, right?

But on ME. That's both terrifying and kinda hot.

I'm also kind of a fugitive right now.

Are you trying to make me come in my pants right now?

I'd be disappointed if you did. I prefer my mouth or between my thighs.

[This was his life. This was it. Right here.]

Me too. Right now. Seriously. Right. Now.

See that white SUV out front?

[Was that why he'd felt his spidey senses tingling? He looked out the window and saw said White SUV, leaving his coffee on the table and slinging his bag over his shoulder.]

Yes. Are you in the white SUV? Because you'd better park it soon.

[Big talk from one-time-fuck Peter Parker.]

It's already parked.

[ and she's sitting in the backseat with her legs crossed behind a pair of sunglasses, looking entirely amused. ]

I meant somewhere where no one's going to peek in the windows and charge me with indecent butt exposure or something.

[But he was already on his way out, crossing the street and dodging a taxi that seemed to not see him (or give no cares there was a person in the way, which was more likely).

He walked up to the parked vehicle and knocked on the door.]

Pest control. Heard you had a spider problem?

Black out windows, Parker. You didn't even know I was here.

[ She watches as he nearly gets taken out by a typical NYC taxi, unlocking the door with a clicker on the keychain in her hand, yanking on the door handle with one hand, the other reaching out to tug gently on the strings of his hoodie, urging him inside as quickly as possible. ]

That's not the problem we're going to be taking care of this afternoon, is it.

God, I hope not.

[He let her tug him in, because in was where he wanted to be right then. His bag was tossed in the back behind her, his gaze entirely focused on her as he settled on his knees in front of her. His hands hovered above her, not touching her just yet because-]

How long were you sitting there watching me?

About ten minutes. I'm pretty good at finding people.

[ He's looking a little disheveled and very cute, hesitant despite their last encounter, and she lifts a hand to brush a lock of hair off his forehead, letting her fingertips linger down the side of his cheek. ]

Come here. You're too far away.

[He shuffled in closer, hands finally coming down to her legs, moving them, spreading her knees apart so he fit between them.]

Why do I get the feeling you were enjoying watching me suffer?

[He may have had a night with her before, but that was 'a night'. That didn't give him carte blanche to get to touch a woman who could kill him before those enhanced senses even registered it.]

I told you I was here to help you. I want to take care of you, Peter.

[ A little playfully oversweet, she likes the way he places himself between her knees, letting her boots settle on the floor of the car behind him, her back against the seat. She watches him for a moment and then leans forward, close enough so that their noses brush. ]

Do you want to fuck me in this car?

Yes...

[It's breathed out before he can even actually think about answering, her breath tickling his lips and making him a little dizzy.]

But... I mean. Not just that. I mean, this--

Come on. On my knees. Here. In front of you. In a car...

[Did he have to say it?]

[ He definitely has to say it. She can't make it too easy on him. ]

Yes, Peter? I want to hear what you want.

[Clearly she was put on this earth to destroy him.]

Well... You did something that I'd like to return the favor for.

Go on...

[ She drops her hands over the tops of his, settled on her knees, leaning forward just a fraction more. ]

[They were close enough that the lean in had her nose brushing his, her lips close enough that when he flicked his tongue out to wet his, he brushed against hers.]

I would really like to go down on you.

[There. He said it.]

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