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]

"True," Peter said.

The moment of hesitation passed. He hooked his fingers around the fabric of her underwear and pulled gently. "You're a lot prettier," he said, and tried to catch her mouth again.

[whenshewasnice]

"I'm a lot prettier than everyone," Envy mumbled, before focusing on a kiss again.

And used her forward lean for lifting her hips slightly off his. No reason.

[lockestheway]

"I should argue with that," Peter sighed, between kisses. "Before your ego kills us all."

He pulled her forward an inch or so. No reason at all, either.

[whenshewasnice]

"Bullshit, Peter," Envy said, although with the way her tone was, it sounded like a come-on. She had that special sultry voice that was oh so easy to slip into. "You like my ego."

She licked his lip.

"I know you do."

[lockestheway]

"I'm undecided," Peter said, "Maybe you'll need to work harder to convince me."

Another brief hesitation.

Then he slid his hand between her legs.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy's smirk turned a little sharper.

(Often, that wasn't a good thing. Under these circumstances, it was.)

"I don't need to do anything. That's not how it works."

[lockestheway]

"And how does it work?" Peter asked.

He tilted his head, attentively, as he pressed his thumb-- there.

That was the sensitive part, wasn't it?

[whenshewasnice]

Yes. It was.

And while she wasn't exactly keyed up just yet, the pressure was enough to get a brief, pleased little hum out of her.

"It just does," she said. Which could've been taken as distracted stalling, except she sounded confident. She also rolled her hips slowly, briefly against his hand, because she could be encouraging. Sometimes. "I'll keep having an ego, and eventually you'll crack and admit the obvious."

[lockestheway]

"The obvious being...?" Peter asked, flattening his hand against her.

She could set the pace for a little bit.

[whenshewasnice]

"That even if my ego is gigantic, you like it."

Setting her own pace worked just fine for her. She was taking things slow for now, settling into a rhythm, a small pattern of moving her hips. Feeling the warmth and the slickness, and the pleasant sensation pooling in the pit of her stomach.

And she was keeping her rapt attention on his face. "Over the years I became more like you in some ways, and you like it."

[lockestheway]

Peter couldn't quite keep his expression even. He swallowed, eyes darting briefly down to where his hand disappeared up her skirt. "I don't know," he said, eyes flicking back up. "People keep telling me I'm a pain in the posterior."

[whenshewasnice]

"And some people call me a bitch."

She smiled. Might've been at his reaction, might've been just because.

"Does it matter?"

[lockestheway]

"Are you saying we deserve each other?" Peter said, raising an eyebrow.

His free hand crept up - tentatively - up over her chest.

[whenshewasnice]

Where it was most welcome. No doubt about that.

"I'm saying some people are idiots." It wasn't necessary to punctuate that statement with a firmer grind against his hand. She did so anyway.

[lockestheway]

Another soft gasp escaped Peter. There was wetness on his hand; the sensation sent a shiver up his spine, compelled his hand to knead her breast gently over the fabric.

"That's a commonly accepted fact," he said, voice a little unsteady, "That still doesn't justify everything."

[whenshewasnice]

"And why not?"

The words came out with another pleased little sound, a sigh. He was going to find her nipple stiffening under the fabric in a second or so.

"Why not, Peter?"

She had one hand against the back of the couch for support. A second ago, she'd had both hands there, in fact. But now one was slowly running down his chest.

[lockestheway]

"Because moral relativism only gets you so far in life," Peter said distractedly.

He was Peter Wiggin. He could keep spitting out phrases like 'moral relativism' until the cows came home.

He was also pinching her nipple, trying to coax it into a stiff peak faster.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy rolled her eyes. Which was no easy feat with all the distracting things happening, but it was her particular skill.

"And yet I still don't care what people think."

But, you know. She cared deeply about how her wandering hand had a logical end to its route. And there was zero hesitation to her sliding it over his crotch.

[lockestheway]

"Good thing you're not running for office," Peter said.

And then for a moment, he wasn't saying much of anything, his eyes fluttering shut slowly.

[whenshewasnice]

"I shine so much brighter elsewhere," Envy replied, idly.

Putting more of her focus on tracing the outline of his dick through the fabric of his pants than on her words. Understandably.

[lockestheway]

Peter sucked in a sharp breath, forcing his eyes to open.

"That's one way of putting it," he said, as he curled his fingers, dragging them between her folds. "But I do appreciate with what you do, so I suppose I shouldn't complain too much."

[whenshewasnice]

"You shouldn't complain at all."

Okay, that came out with a little moan, a little bite on her lip, a little shift of her hips against his hand. So, well played, Wiggin.

Her own touch on him got firmer entirely by accident. Except not.

[lockestheway]

"Oh, is that what you've decided?" Peter asked, emboldened by her reaction - in words, and in the shifting movements of his fingers, pressing into her. "Unilaterally?"

At this point it was a game of who cracked first.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy gave a little gasp – but also let her fingers find the head of his dick, to rub a circle over it.

"I think I've listened to enough of your complaining over the years."

[lockestheway]

"But t-that's me," Peter said, his voice stuttering for the first time. "Really, you should be flattered I've lowered-- the frequency of it for you."

He sat up a bit, pulling on her clothes. He needed to see skin.