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 ducked and kissed his chin instead, to be a jerk, before she let him claim that third kiss on his lips. "Oh no," she murmured. "There's no taking different points-of-view into account in snobbery."

[lockestheway]

"Shall I just leave you to be a snob for a moment or two?" Peter asked, amused. "Take your time."

[whenshewasnice]

"I have no real interest in being a professor or a snob," she told him as she peered down at him, the ends of her hair tickling at his neck. "I'm Envy."

Some might have qualified that with a 'just'. But there was really no 'just' about being Envy.

[lockestheway]

"Best and only of the make, I know," Peter said, looking up at her, studying her face.

Nothing so simple as a smile, of course.

[whenshewasnice]

Simple was boring, anyway. (Well, sometimes.)

She had a clever retort ready, but let it die off in favour of watching him, instead. It was hard to tell what she was thinking because it was damn near always hard to tell what she was thinking, but her expression was open. This wasn't ice queen Envy.

But she still wasn't blinking, because she hadn't really taken a moment to just look in a while. And she was indulging that now.

[lockestheway]

Like this, she looked... more like a blend of the Envy he'd come to know over the past few years, and the girl she'd known before that.

More Envy than Natalie, it had to be said. But still.

"See something you like?" Peter asked, after a stretch of slow, steady heartbeats.

[whenshewasnice]

Meanwhile, for Envy, what she was seeing was about what she hadn't really seen before. What some part of Natalie had maybe hoped to see, all those years ago.

Sometimes.

"Yes," she said, as she shifted. Getting her hands and her knees on either side of him against the bed, so she could look straight down at him. "Peter Wiggin."

[lockestheway]

Well, that sounded like a significant usage of his name.

Peter reached out on an impulse, swiping some of her hair away from her face.

[whenshewasnice]

It was.

Envy gave him a ghost of a smil before ducking down for another kiss. Well, a kiss with lick along his lip. For reasons.

[lockestheway]

Peter tilted his head, cupping her face with both hands now she was there. He kissed her back.

Gently.

[whenshewasnice]

Yeah, Envy wasn't going for harsh right now, either. She was enjoying his hands on her face.

Also something else.

In an amused murmur, she said, "Your lips taste familiar."

[lockestheway]

"Familiar, huh?" Peter asked, tilting his head at her, curious.

[whenshewasnice]

"Mm hmm."

No, that wasn't an explanation. It didn't seem like she was going for one. He could try figuring it out while she kissed him.

[lockestheway]

Peter could make no sense of it at all, but it didn't really matter, as his straining problem downstairs was trying to tell him.

He ignored it in favor of kissing her more. It could wait.

[whenshewasnice]

It could, although Envy hadn't forgotten about it either. And that was why, after a moment, she left his lips in peace.

Although she didn't go too far too fast. A little kiss against his jaw here, a little lick along his neck there.

[lockestheway]

Peter sighed softly, his eyes fluttering shut under the gentleness of her descent.

[whenshewasnice]

She continued on much in the same vein, down to his chest.

Though it wasn't all gentle. Couldn't help using her teeth to lightly graze the skin around one of his nipples, for one.

[lockestheway]

Peter sucked in a sudden breath, his eyes flying back open.

His hand settled, after a moment, in her hair.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy smirked at that, unseen. Or maybe it was a smile. Just a private little reaction, either way.

It seemed to call for a wet circle drawn against his skin with the tip of her tongue. Then another, on the opposite side.

[lockestheway]

Her tongue left sparks on his skin that Peter hadn't previously considered would be a thing - some things Rebecca had passed over in high school. He released a breath, fingers petting idly over Envy's hair.

"Oh."

[whenshewasnice]

"Oh?" Envy murmured, although it was just a soft and quiet murmur of a sound. "Good."

That just meant more wet little licks down his chest, until it wasn't really skin that counted as chest, anymore.

[lockestheway]

Peter's abdomen tensed up with anticipation. It felt almost strange, after this much time going without this kind of contact.

She'd gotten a lot more practice in than he had.

He slid his fingers down until they touched the skin of the back of her back, then down along her spine.

[whenshewasnice]

For a little moment, Envy just nuzzled his stomach with the kind of idle gentleness a lot of people wouldn't have even thought her capable of.

But there weren't a lot of people who actually knew her.

And maybe it was just a brief distraction from her hand sneaking down to tug on his underwear, anyway.

[lockestheway]

Peter would clearly be lying if he said he didn't make a noise of some relief when she freed him from his briefs. It'd been too long, and he was starting to strain. Visibly, even.

His hand went flat against her back.

[whenshewasnice]

And far be it from Envy to torment him right now. (This time. She was pretty great at tormenting people.) Her hand wrapped around the base of his dick.

Her tongue swirled around the tip.

And it was just as wet and warm there as it had been against his chest.