Envy's Duplex, The Hegemony Compound, Ribeirao Preto, Sunday

[whenshewasnice]

Envy had been busy. She'd spent about a month hopping around the multiverse on promotion duty, playing exclusive shows and giving interviews, drumming up interest and creating a buzz for various multiversal launches of her album. And she'd loved every second. It was great work, and she thrived in the spotlight.

But it was great to be home ––

Well, here. Back.

Semantics, whatever. She was back in Brazil, at least for a week or so: after that, she was heading out again. More places to hit. Some of the harder ones, even. That was why she'd scheduled her break right at this point in the endeavour.

But right now, she was sitting on her living room floor, working. She had a big crate of fan mail in front of her, pre-sorted by her assistants and sent in from New York. They'd weeded out the boring stuff and just left what they thought she'd find interesting, and maybe even worth personally replying to.

And somewhere in the middle of all this work, she thought to send Peter a text. Nothing fancy, just simply:

I'm back.

[ooc: NFB but open to calls/emails/texts, and that dude that also lives within the compound!]

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[lockestheway]

Peter would like to say he was at her door the moment he got her text, but that was impossible in any practical sense. Instead, he finished the meeting he was in and, half an hour later, made his way back to the residential complex.

He tried to tuck his hair back behind his ear and remembered he'd had it cut just yesterday. With a sigh, he finally just rang the doorbell.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy would've been surprised if he'd shown up immediately, anyway.

So of course the first thing she said when she came to get the door for him was, "Hello, Peter. You're late."

[lockestheway]

"And a buck short, too," Peter said easily. "I hope you can find it in yourself to forgive me."

Or give him the kiss he was leaning in for.

[whenshewasnice]

Oh, she gave him what he wanted, but he also had to deal with a brief hair tousling.

"And you've cut your hair," she noted. "I don't know if I can support these things."

[lockestheway]

Peter let out a soft laugh. "I didn't realize you liked it long," he said. "You know what they say about long-haired men..."

[whenshewasnice]

"That they're easier to guide?" Envy offered, not without mischief, as she ushered him in so she could close the door. "That's what I say about long-haired men. I don't know about anyone else."

[lockestheway]

Peter's mouth curved. "You'll just have to guide me the old-fashioned way," he said. "But I don't think you've ever had trouble being mouthy when it pleased you."

[whenshewasnice]

"True."

Well, it was. But she wasn't about to dwell on that right this instant because she had something she was more interested in doing. Her hands settled on his shoulders, and pushed him against the closed door – not roughly, but... firm and insistent – before she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Nothing too rough there, either. But it was very much a personal kind of kiss hello.

[lockestheway]

It was firm and insistent enough to startle Peter for a second, though he put up no protest. Instead his arms slid around her waist as he kissed her back, matching her intensity after a moment of recovery.

[whenshewasnice]

And that was what she'd been hoping for. So she lingered in the moment for a while. Kissing was a good thing.

"Hello," she murmured, as she paused for a breath. "Sorry."

She meant about startling him, but she didn't sound that sorry.

[lockestheway]

"I don't believe a word out of your lying mouth," Peter joked, panting to get his breath back.

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, being genuinely sorry about this would be stupid," Envy retorted, nipping at his bottom lip with her teeth. "Anything that gets you out of breath is a good thing."

[lockestheway]

"Untrue," Peter said. "The speech I gave yesterday was nothing short of dull."

But he didn't particularly want to argue the point further when he could deepen the kiss instead, taking the challenge offered by her teeth.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy snickered against his lips, and let the kiss bury the clever retort she'd had poised and ready.

Suppose she could just lean into him a little more, instead.

[lockestheway]

Peter had missed her, he reflected. Or as much as he could, given how much his schedule still took out of him.

But he had a little time now. More than a little, actually; he'd cleared his schedule for most of the rest of the day.

And so after a few moments he nudged her gently towards the couch, refusing to break contact.

[whenshewasnice]

Yes, when he did that, Envy made the bold assumption that he probably wasn't intending to take off again in the next five minutes.

And she wasn't about to pull away either. Even if it did mean moving backwards carefully, because she couldn't remember where exactly by the couch her crate of fan mail was. Falling over it would not be a good look for anyone.

So she probably shouldn't have used the moment to slide one hand down to grope his ass for the fun of it, either. But oh well.

[lockestheway]

Peter managed a soft, surprised laugh. "Missed me?" he asked, his hands sliding to her hips.

[whenshewasnice]

"A little."

She'd been busy too. Or just wouldn't admit more than that. She snuck a quick glance back, maneuvering them past the letters to the couch.

"Or just your ass. Who can say, really?"

Smirking.

[lockestheway]

"I don't remember letting you near my posterior nearly enough for you to miss it," Peter argued, smirking. "You're barely friends."

Their mouths were close, though. He kissed her again, turning around so he could sit down.

[whenshewasnice]

He was going to end up with a multiversal star on his lap, here. What a hardship.

"With the number of times you've walked away from me?" she joked. "Please, I don't need my hands to get acquainted."

[lockestheway]

"Oh, ow," Peter said, sliding his arms back around her waist. He leaned up to steal another kiss. "That hurt."

[whenshewasnice]

"Oh, I'm sure you're positively wounded," Envy replied, playing at pulling back to keep him from stealing that kiss. Just because she'd spent a month in spaces where it was unthinkable to even suggest she had a single playful bone in her body.

[lockestheway]

"Now you're hurting me even worse," Peter sighed.

It was only fair, considering it all, that he'd move his hands until he could slide them up her thighs instead. (He'd missed the feeling of that skin under his hands.)

[whenshewasnice]

Envy smiled at him. Not a sweet smile, but a predatory one. Her voice was mock-sweet, however, when she said, "I don't care."

(She cared very deeply about his hands on her thighs, though.)

[lockestheway]

"Ah, I see how this is going to be tonight," Peter said, and my, that might have been her skirt, but his fingers kept creeping up regardless. "The sadist is in the house."