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seriousficTitle: I Pass You Around Like A Party Favor
Fandom: Spectacular Spider-Man
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Felicia/Emma
Word Count: 1,111
Timeline: Sequel to Jinxed, following the first season finale of Spectacular Spider-Man
Summary: Felicia and Emma are best friends. Peter is caught in the middle, like always.
“So, why are we here again?” Spider-Man asked as he followed Black Cat through the door to the penthouse apartment. The door whose lock she’d just picked.
Felicia flounced through the room, a tasteful and slightly intimidating Kubrickian space of white carpets and blue rugs, black furniture rising up in perfect contrast to the white decorations. She picked up a statuette of a black cat, onyx, Egyptian. “We’re robbing someone.”
“Cat, remember when you said we weren’t doing that anymore? I was really sure your fingers weren’t crossed at the time…”
A key rattled in the lock. Spider-Man jumped onto the ceiling, hiding behind a light fixture, and gestured for Felicia to move it. She just rolled her eyes as Emma Frost walked in.
Emma, taller than either of them and darkly impervious for all her luster, took a second to take stock of the situation. She shut the door behind her and then drew herself to her full height, no longer slouching to betray the nature of her costume. “Felicia. I take it from the outfit this isn’t a social call.”
“Nah. I brought my boyfriend.”
Spider-Man descended on a web-line upside-down. “You two know each other?”
Felicia glanced at him, and Emma piggybacked on her thoughts to get a feel for the stranger. He’d filled out more than a little in the year they’d been dating; still more of a swimmer or runner than a weightlifter, but with oodles more muscle mass on the chest and limbs. Now if only she could convince him to go back to that stylish black number…
“Ah yes, your mystery man.” Emma gave Spider-Man a bit of a prod, making him swing on his webline like a pendulum. “Robbing the cradle, Felicia?”
“I’m very mature for my age,” Peter said, hopping down to stop his swing. “Cat, what exactly are we doing here?”
“You’re stealing that ugly fixture in Felicia’s hands,” Emma said disdainfully, holding up her nose at the statuette. “And I’m claiming the insurance money. And you’re also convincing my ex-boyfriend that I’m done with him.”
“We’re what now?”
“Simple version,” Felicia said. “Good deed, get paid for it. Like cops, in a way.”
“Except cops are more fashionable,” Emma added, looking Peter up and down.
“This from the woman wearing white after Labor Day.”
“It’s my color. How many years have you had that mask without thinking to put in a mouthhole?”
“You’ll note that my cape doesn’t get stuck in doors because I don’t have one.”
“Stop, you two, I’m getting to throb.” Felicia grabbed Spider-Man by the hand. “Later, Em. Toodles.”
“Toodles, Hardy.”
Peter was dragged to the window, looking back suspiciously at Emma. “Seriously, you two know each other?”
“Old school chums.”
***
They got back an hour later, Spider-Man limping a little.
“You could’ve told me he was a mutant with the power to absorb and redirect kinetic energy,” he griped as he collapsed into one of Emma’s very artistic chairs.
“And you could’ve told me he had an original Bouguereau.” Black Cat held the rolled-up painting over her head. “Score.”
Emma, who had changed into lingerie which were mildly discernible from her costume, set down her book with some irritation. “You could’ve told me it would take this long. I’m off my sleep schedule.” She set a bookmark in. “So, how did it go?”
“Pretty well, once I figured out that webbing is the cause of, and solution to, all of life’s little difficulties. I constructed a crude slingshot which sent him into the Hudson. I doubt he’ll be very inclined to the romantic after he dried off.”
Felicia kissed Peter through a hole in his costume. “I love him for his mind.”
“So I figured. Before you go, how about a Pinot for your troubles?”
“I… don’t know if I’m into that,” Peter said uncertainly.
“It’s a wine.”
“…as I said, I’m not a big drinker.”
“I’ll bring you some orange juice.”
“I’ll… help,” Felicia said, scurrying into the kitchen after Emma.
Peter was far too comfortable to mind.
***
The Pinot noir had been waiting in an ice bucket with the ice partially melted, leaving the bottles dripping water as Emma poured for them both. Felicia swirled the wine appreciatively.
“He is quite the hero. They always give such a good ride once you break them in,” Emma said. “I’m sad you took this long to show him off. We could’ve arranged a play-date with one of my students…”
“He’s too sweet for that. He’s not like us. It’s… very refreshing, in a way.”
Emma pouted. “I’m hurt. And here I was about to offer you a position on retainer. I could use a woman like you on my staff.”
“Would that be the white one, that vibrates?”
“You know me too well.”
Felicia took a long sip. “There is a favor you could do me.”
Emma smiled. Now you’re talking. “Depends. Is it amoral?”
“Uh-huh.”
”Then yes.”
Felicia leaned forward to dish. “Okay, Spider’s birthday is coming up and I want his gift to be… unforgettable.”
“Have you tried a bunch of flies?”
“Funny. I was hoping more along the lines of a sex act he’s always wanted to try, but never had the guts to ask for.”
“So I root around his mind until I find something he won’t say to you? Decidedly unhealthy, relationshipwise, but kinky. I’ll do it, under one condition.”
Felicia gave a strand of Emma’s hair a pull. “You want to ride shotgun in my head.”
“I take it you’re… amenable?”
“Supremely.”
Emma handed her glass to Felicia, then put both hands to her head and cast her mind into the other room. “Hmmm… that didn’t take long. It seems that once upon a breaking and entering, some of his webbing landed on your…” Emma opened her eyes and looked down at Felicia’s breasts. With her catsuit unzipped to the navel, they were quite easy to find. “My, it was a striking visual.”
“You could help clean up afterward. By then, it’d be Peter’s turn to watch anyway.”
Emma ran a hand across Felicia’s face. “Have I told you lately how much I value our friendship?”
Felicia pulled Emma against her. “Show me.”
***
Peter resigned himself to the facts, both that Emma was a terrible hostess and that (much as Felicia could play second-fiddle to fighting crime) he would share space in her heart with blonde sex goddesses and shiny, expensive things. He heard a pleasured yowl from the kitchen and shook his head.
He left a note saying he would be righting wrongs and jumped out the window, ready to strike fear into the hearts of evildoers and whatnot.
“Women,” he muttered, still with a bit of disbelief.
Fandom: Spectacular Spider-Man
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Felicia/Emma
Word Count: 1,111
Timeline: Sequel to Jinxed, following the first season finale of Spectacular Spider-Man
Summary: Felicia and Emma are best friends. Peter is caught in the middle, like always.
“So, why are we here again?” Spider-Man asked as he followed Black Cat through the door to the penthouse apartment. The door whose lock she’d just picked.
Felicia flounced through the room, a tasteful and slightly intimidating Kubrickian space of white carpets and blue rugs, black furniture rising up in perfect contrast to the white decorations. She picked up a statuette of a black cat, onyx, Egyptian. “We’re robbing someone.”
“Cat, remember when you said we weren’t doing that anymore? I was really sure your fingers weren’t crossed at the time…”
A key rattled in the lock. Spider-Man jumped onto the ceiling, hiding behind a light fixture, and gestured for Felicia to move it. She just rolled her eyes as Emma Frost walked in.
Emma, taller than either of them and darkly impervious for all her luster, took a second to take stock of the situation. She shut the door behind her and then drew herself to her full height, no longer slouching to betray the nature of her costume. “Felicia. I take it from the outfit this isn’t a social call.”
“Nah. I brought my boyfriend.”
Spider-Man descended on a web-line upside-down. “You two know each other?”
Felicia glanced at him, and Emma piggybacked on her thoughts to get a feel for the stranger. He’d filled out more than a little in the year they’d been dating; still more of a swimmer or runner than a weightlifter, but with oodles more muscle mass on the chest and limbs. Now if only she could convince him to go back to that stylish black number…
“Ah yes, your mystery man.” Emma gave Spider-Man a bit of a prod, making him swing on his webline like a pendulum. “Robbing the cradle, Felicia?”
“I’m very mature for my age,” Peter said, hopping down to stop his swing. “Cat, what exactly are we doing here?”
“You’re stealing that ugly fixture in Felicia’s hands,” Emma said disdainfully, holding up her nose at the statuette. “And I’m claiming the insurance money. And you’re also convincing my ex-boyfriend that I’m done with him.”
“We’re what now?”
“Simple version,” Felicia said. “Good deed, get paid for it. Like cops, in a way.”
“Except cops are more fashionable,” Emma added, looking Peter up and down.
“This from the woman wearing white after Labor Day.”
“It’s my color. How many years have you had that mask without thinking to put in a mouthhole?”
“You’ll note that my cape doesn’t get stuck in doors because I don’t have one.”
“Stop, you two, I’m getting to throb.” Felicia grabbed Spider-Man by the hand. “Later, Em. Toodles.”
“Toodles, Hardy.”
Peter was dragged to the window, looking back suspiciously at Emma. “Seriously, you two know each other?”
“Old school chums.”
***
They got back an hour later, Spider-Man limping a little.
“You could’ve told me he was a mutant with the power to absorb and redirect kinetic energy,” he griped as he collapsed into one of Emma’s very artistic chairs.
“And you could’ve told me he had an original Bouguereau.” Black Cat held the rolled-up painting over her head. “Score.”
Emma, who had changed into lingerie which were mildly discernible from her costume, set down her book with some irritation. “You could’ve told me it would take this long. I’m off my sleep schedule.” She set a bookmark in. “So, how did it go?”
“Pretty well, once I figured out that webbing is the cause of, and solution to, all of life’s little difficulties. I constructed a crude slingshot which sent him into the Hudson. I doubt he’ll be very inclined to the romantic after he dried off.”
Felicia kissed Peter through a hole in his costume. “I love him for his mind.”
“So I figured. Before you go, how about a Pinot for your troubles?”
“I… don’t know if I’m into that,” Peter said uncertainly.
“It’s a wine.”
“…as I said, I’m not a big drinker.”
“I’ll bring you some orange juice.”
“I’ll… help,” Felicia said, scurrying into the kitchen after Emma.
Peter was far too comfortable to mind.
***
The Pinot noir had been waiting in an ice bucket with the ice partially melted, leaving the bottles dripping water as Emma poured for them both. Felicia swirled the wine appreciatively.
“He is quite the hero. They always give such a good ride once you break them in,” Emma said. “I’m sad you took this long to show him off. We could’ve arranged a play-date with one of my students…”
“He’s too sweet for that. He’s not like us. It’s… very refreshing, in a way.”
Emma pouted. “I’m hurt. And here I was about to offer you a position on retainer. I could use a woman like you on my staff.”
“Would that be the white one, that vibrates?”
“You know me too well.”
Felicia took a long sip. “There is a favor you could do me.”
Emma smiled. Now you’re talking. “Depends. Is it amoral?”
“Uh-huh.”
”Then yes.”
Felicia leaned forward to dish. “Okay, Spider’s birthday is coming up and I want his gift to be… unforgettable.”
“Have you tried a bunch of flies?”
“Funny. I was hoping more along the lines of a sex act he’s always wanted to try, but never had the guts to ask for.”
“So I root around his mind until I find something he won’t say to you? Decidedly unhealthy, relationshipwise, but kinky. I’ll do it, under one condition.”
Felicia gave a strand of Emma’s hair a pull. “You want to ride shotgun in my head.”
“I take it you’re… amenable?”
“Supremely.”
Emma handed her glass to Felicia, then put both hands to her head and cast her mind into the other room. “Hmmm… that didn’t take long. It seems that once upon a breaking and entering, some of his webbing landed on your…” Emma opened her eyes and looked down at Felicia’s breasts. With her catsuit unzipped to the navel, they were quite easy to find. “My, it was a striking visual.”
“You could help clean up afterward. By then, it’d be Peter’s turn to watch anyway.”
Emma ran a hand across Felicia’s face. “Have I told you lately how much I value our friendship?”
Felicia pulled Emma against her. “Show me.”
***
Peter resigned himself to the facts, both that Emma was a terrible hostess and that (much as Felicia could play second-fiddle to fighting crime) he would share space in her heart with blonde sex goddesses and shiny, expensive things. He heard a pleasured yowl from the kitchen and shook his head.
He left a note saying he would be righting wrongs and jumped out the window, ready to strike fear into the hearts of evildoers and whatnot.
“Women,” he muttered, still with a bit of disbelief.
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Date: 2008-11-01 03:47 am (UTC)Adorable fic.
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Date: 2008-11-01 06:15 am (UTC)