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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[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.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy could help with that. Sure, it meant taking her hands off him, but she would've had to do that anyway so might as well be proactive. And peel her top off.

There, skin. (Also black lace.)

"I deserve more than the lowering of a frequency."

[lockestheway]

"Based on what?"

Peter abandoned what he was doing below. He had to; her breasts deserved his rapt attention, hands smoothing over the lace of her bra.

[whenshewasnice]

She couldn't exactly fault him for that. Anyway, it gave her the momentary reprieve to run her fingers through his hair. A second of deceptive calm.

"Have you met me?" she retorted.

[lockestheway]

"Begging the question now," Peter said, his fingers sliding back to find the clasp of her bra.

[whenshewasnice]

At least he wasn't going to find anything overly complicated back there. This time.

Some of her bras were pretty fancy.

"I deserve whatever I want," she replied as her hands slid back down to the front of his pants - but this time, to undo them.

[lockestheway]

Peter unhooked it after a few tries, sliding it forward over her shoulders. "You're a beautiful woman," he said, "In some circles, that counts for much."

His hands dropped to her waist, so she could rid herself of the bra on her own time. "But I've got another criterium."

[whenshewasnice]

Envy rolled her eyes at him again.

"I should throw you out for trying to minimize me down to 'beautiful'."

It didn't look like she was about to do that, though. His pants undone, she slid the bra off her arms, then let it fall somewhere off the couch.

[lockestheway]

"And here I was going to say," Peter said, leaning forward to press a kiss against her clavicle, "That I thought your intelligence, drive, and willingness to cope with me for this long were far more valuable arguments as far as I was concerned. But never mind."

[whenshewasnice]

"Too late," she sighed. Definitely meaning it. Absolutely.

She dragged a few nails down the back of his neck.

[lockestheway]

Peter sighed, kissing a path down along the slope of her breast.

He wasn't arguing, for once. It may have had something to do with his mouth being occupied.

[whenshewasnice]

And Envy almost commented on his lack of arguing, because it was a noteworthy thing.

But what he was doing instead was a more important thing. So she didn't say anything. Just arched her back some, pushing her chest forward. Inviting more.

[lockestheway]

She'd get it, with one of Peter's hands sliding up to settle over her shoulder to steady his efforts. His mouth attacked one nipple, then the other, tongue working it over.

She really was gorgeous on every level.

[whenshewasnice]

Him acknowledging it - at this personal a level, at least - wasn't going to be getting old anytime soon.

Envy let her head tip back on a quiet moan of a sound. A little bit of a laugh in there, too - just another type of delight.

[lockestheway]

Peter smiled against the skin between her breasts. "And now you're laughing at me," he joked. "That's probably a bad sign."

So bad he had to kiss the skin right... there.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy's hand tousled his hair again. Then slid down to the back of his neck, fingers teasing at pushing underneath the collar of his shirt.

She was going to need to see some more skin here at some point, too.

"Not necessarily."

[lockestheway]

"Not necessarily?" Peter echoed. "Hm."

He leaned back, taking her teasing for what it was-- he shuck off his shirt, pulling it over his head.

[whenshewasnice]

Well hello there, chest. Envy's hands were already on him, sliding over his skin, mapping out the shapes.

"Laughter's not automatically derisive."

[lockestheway]

"Chalk that up to another lesson my dear old mum never taught me," Peter said, running his hand down her body because touching her breasts right after that crack felt a little on the nose.

[whenshewasnice]

"Your mother isn't on the list of subjects to discuss today," Envy informed him.

Right before leaning forward to kiss him again, because it had been too long.

[lockestheway]

It muffled Peter's snicker, which was just as well. He cupped her cheek, pressing himself up against her in the process of kissing her back.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy wound an arm around his neck, just to keep him closer for the moment. Skin to skin was something she'd been craving without realizing, apparently.

Her teeth were on his lip again for a little while, teasing with gentle little bites. Then the wet tip of her tongue, soothing over them.

[lockestheway]

Peter sighed against her mouth, his lips parting to give her more room to move.

He smoothed his hands over her shoulders, surprised by how caught up he got in this.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy slid her free hand down his side, trading the pads of her fingers for nails and back again. The kiss deepened some. Breathlessness seemed to be the aim.

There were some words she was considering, but she was in no rush to say them.