Envy's Duplex, The Hegemony Compound, Ribeirao Preto, Tuesday Evening

[whenshewasnice]

Envy's bedroom looked like her closet had exploded. There were clothes everywhere: draped over anything possible, hanging on hangers, laid out on her bed. The only piece of furniture not currently covered in layers of fabric was her vanity table. And that had a bunch of Polaroids on it. All of Envy in different outfits.

Even right now, she was posing for another one in a sleek black-and-white dress in front of her full-length mirror. She snapped a photo and took it out before setting the camera aside for the time being. As she waited for the photo to develop, she kept looking at herself in the mirror, still judging the outfit. She felt like she was on to something, here. Getting closer, but not quite there yet.

But, she had an idea about what direction to take it.

So, she picked up her phone and texted Peter, the latest Polaroid still in her other hand.

Bring me one of your white button down shirts. I need to try something.

[ooc: NFB but open.]

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[lockestheway]

Peter pressed a smile to where he could feel one of her ribs beneath the skin. "How else am I going to map you inch by inch?" he said, somewhat teasing, somewhat not.

[whenshewasnice]

There it was again, that brief and faint fluttery feeling in her stomach that she wasn't used to associating with him.

Novel.

"The Hegemony could probably fund some kind of an appropriately scifi scanning machine," she quipped, a lot more softly than she hould have. "I like this personal touch better."

[lockestheway]

"Oh, no," Peter said, dotting kisses along the width of her waist. "That's a great idea. I'm cancelling this sex right now and pushing you into the scanning machine."

[whenshewasnice]

Envy snickered despite herself, the muscles in her stomach jumping with it.

She reached out with her free hand and ran it through his hair, as if to keep him where he was. "Unless it does more than just scan me, no."

[lockestheway]

"Scan me, scan me harder?"

He was busy again, dragging his tongue down to her belly button. His fingers let out of hers; he needed it to find the waistband of her shorts.

[whenshewasnice]

There was a button and a zipper situation to contend with. But Envy had faith in him.

Her now-free hand crept up her body instead, cupping one breast idly.

"Maybe if there was a probe involved," she sighed.

[lockestheway]

"I wouldn't be so excited about that," Peter said, "If I remember my aliens right, probes are usually anal."

He popped the button free as he kissed further down-- and then took a side-track to the side of her abdomen he hadn't been near yet.

[whenshewasnice]

He was so thorough. And she liked that.

"It's not supposed to be alien tech," Envy retorted. "Besides, with some prep, that's not an issue."

[lockestheway]

"I'll keep that in mind," Peter said, amused, pressing a kiss against the slope of her waist.

Her zipper came down.

[whenshewasnice]

Funny how the TMI of old had turned into just plain relevant information along the way.

With the zipper down, she shifted a little, moving to tilt her hips up and a little bit off the bed. She assumed he might want to get rid of the shorts.

She wanted him to want to get rid of the shorts, anyway.

[lockestheway]

He was.

He slid down, fingers curling into her waistband, and stripped them down off her legs. Peter dropped them at the edge of the bed - or over it, he wasn't sure and didn't care - and brushed his lips over the front of her panties.

[whenshewasnice]

There were already so many of her clothes on the floor that it didn't matter.

Envy made a small, appreciative noise. Anticipation was very much a thing. Her voice was a low murmur. "God, you're attractive like that."

[lockestheway]

"Like what?" Peter asked, a soft chuckle audible in his voice.

He pressed a kiss above her panties and then tugged those down, too.

[whenshewasnice]

Good riddance, panties!

"Like you give a damn about what you're doing," she said, as she settled back down, with zero self-consciousness about being fully naked now. "Even though the 'what' is a bestselling indie rock star, and not politics."

[lockestheway]

"She's a very pretty indie rock star," Peter said. "Deserves nothing but the best."

He ducked his head down... and kissed her inner thigh.

[whenshewasnice]

Oops, that was a shiver.

She chuckled. "We both know it's not the prettiness that's swayed you," she said. "But you have that second part right. Because I do."

[lockestheway]

"True," Peter said, "But it helps."

He pressed a tiny bite into the other thigh, just taking his time to racket up the tension.

[whenshewasnice]

Envy had guessed that was coming, but a little gasp escaped her lips anyway. Because bites were a great thing.

"Well, of course it helps," she agreed. In her line of work, sex appeal was a big thing so she couldn't not.

Her fingers played with her nipple. "And I'm willing to accept that when it gets you between my legs."

[lockestheway]

"I suppose I better make good on that, too," Peter mused.

And tilted his head up to press a kiss against a very sensitive bundle of skin and nerves.

[whenshewasnice]

And she hadn't even been coaxing him to get there!

But there was no point trying to claim she wasn't glad when he did. The way she hummed out an 'mmm', her legs shifting further apart said enough about that, probably.

[lockestheway]

She wasn't shy about showing how she felt, which Peter, still not exactly the world's greatest expert at cunnilingus, was grateful for.

He ran his tongue over her sex - slowly, at first, because it felt right and to gauge her reaction.

[whenshewasnice]

She wasn't shy, no, and she had made half a decision to keep having a conversation through parts of all this, too. Both because of what they'd talked about before, about being open, and just because they weren't really at a point yet where they knew each other well enough to get by without too many words at all.

Also, she'd never been quiet in bed. There was that, too.

But yes, slow was good. She wasn't as keyed up yet as she could be, but she was enough so that it made her hum happily when his tongue slid over skin that badly needed stimulation, the pressure that brought pleasure with it.

"I changed my mind," she sighed, looking down. "This is where you're particularly attractive."

He could expect her to change her mind about that with some frequency.

[lockestheway]

Peter made a noise that sounded like a laugh, busy as he was. The strokes of his tongue became more confident, sliding deeper, and his grip on her settled somewhat.

He'd try to meet her eyes, but that took more focus than he was able to give to anything else right now.

[whenshewasnice]

And while eye contact would've been nice, the laugh was enough of a connection. Obviously, his tongue on her was also a connection - and what a good connection it was - but, well. She was getting rid of the wall.

She shifted a little with a soft little moan as he got more into it, got more comfortable. "I like half-clothed scenarios." Even ones where it was so unevenly distributed. "Better include that in the checklist."

[lockestheway]

Peter hummed his assent. It felt rude to bring his head up just yet.

He brought his mouth up, though, sucking gently on her clit, and now his eyes did flutter open to look up at her.