[Third Person POV]
Felicia had bags, boxes, and clothing spilled out onto her bed. She laid right in the center of it all, one arm thrown lazily over her forehead, while her legs swung back and forth off the side of the mattress in restless anticipation. Her silver hair spilled across the pillow, and a mischievous smile tugged at her lips.
She didn't have to wait long. The sharp, familiar knock on her window made her grin stretch wide, lighting up her whole face. In an instant, Felicia practically sprang up from her bed and dashed to the window, sliding the panel upward with quick enthusiasm. And there he was, dangling casually from the fire escape, revealing that infamous boyish smirk.
"Spider-kat, oh Spider-kat, let down your web!" Peter declared theatrically, extending one hand out toward her like a storybook prince.
Felicia leaned against the frame with a sly smirk. "Seriously? You know you could teleport straight into my room if you wanted, right? Or, better yet, use the front door like a normal human being?"
Peter tilted his head, grin widening as if the thought itself was absurd. "Yeah, I could do all that. But where's the fun in being normal? Sounds boring if you ask me. This way feels way more scandalous." With one fluid swing, he vaulted up from the fire escape, landing in a crouch with ease.
Felicia rested her chin in her hands, elbows propped on the sill, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, I can already see the headlines now. 'Peter Parker, famously known, caught sneaking into a girl's bedroom under the dead of night.'" She gave him a dramatic pout. "They'll probably start calling me your secret mistress. Or, ooooh, maybe even a gold digger."
"They might call you a gold digger," Peter countered smoothly, flashing her that disarming grin of his, "but I'm the one who actually struck gold."
Her cheeks warmed despite herself. Felicia narrowed her eyes playfully and leaned closer, her hand sliding under his chin as her sharp nails teased lightly against his skin. "Careful, tiger. Keep lines like that up and you're going to be striking a lot more than gold tonight."
Peter melted instantly into her touch, closing his eyes with a pleased hum. "Mmh, I already like the sound of that~ So, what do you say, Kitty? You gonna invite me in so I can start digging?"
Felicia pretended to ponder, pulling away just enough to tilt her head and tap her lips with one finger. "Hmm… tempting offer. But in order to enter this mine, you'll need to pay a toll." Her lips puckered playfully.
"One I would be more than happy to pay," Peter murmured with a soft laugh, leaning in to capture her lips.
The kiss lingered, warm and slow, until Felicia finally pulled back with a satisfied hum. "Toll received. Welcome aboard, Parker."
Peter stepped inside effortlessly, brushing past her with his usual confidence. She closed the window behind him with a flick of her wrist, but when she turned, she caught him smirking mischievously.
"Say… if I go back out that way, does that mean I've gotta pay the toll again?" he asked with mock innocence, finger pointing toward the fire escape.
Felicia let out an scoff, rolling her eyes. "Alright, that's enough mining metaphors before I actually throw you back out."
"What? But I had so many more loaded in the chamber!" Peter whined dramatically, holding up one finger like he was about to launch into a full speech. "For example—"
Before he could even finish, Felicia grabbed him firmly by the collar and yanked him down into another kiss, silencing him. The world seemed to fall quiet around them as she deepened it, a low chuckle escaping her throat against his lips.
When she pulled away just enough to whisper, her voice came out low and playful, "Shut up and kiss me like you mean it, you dork."
And Peter didn't need to be told twice.
By the end of it, Peter found himself planted comfortably on the bed, sitting at the edge with a grin plastered on his face. Felicia straddled his lap with her arms draped casually over his shoulders, her silver hair brushing against his cheeks every so often as she leaned closer. Her emerald eyes sparkled with the kind of mischief Peter knew meant she had something planned.
"Are you ready for why I called you over?" she asked, her tone sly but her expression expectant.
Peter raised a brow, pretending to think it over while his gaze flicked around the room. The sight was hard to miss—bags upon bags piled on the bed, like she had single-handedly wiped out an entire mall.
"Does it… by any chance… have to do with all the shopping bags surrounding us?" Peter asked, his voice dripping with amused sarcasm.
"Yup." Felicia's grin widened as she tapped the tip of his nose playfully with one finger. "You, my lucky little spider, are about to receive an exclusive, front-row seat fashion show, courtesy of yours truly."
Peter gave a dramatic gasp and placed a hand over his chest. "Lucky me~" he teased, his voice lilting, which made Felicia's smile soften even more.
"That's right," she said, leaning in to peck his lips quickly before sliding off his lap. "Now just sit there, behave, and enjoy the show. Audience participation is optional but highly encouraged."
Peter smirked as she scooped up a bag and sashayed toward her walk-in closet, hips swaying exaggeratedly because she knew he was watching. With one smooth motion, she shut the door behind her, leaving him in suspense.
Moments later, the sliding door slammed open with flare, and there she was—Felicia in a sleek black high-waist bikini, a crisp white blouse knotted at the front to tease just enough, her hair tumbling down in loose, playful waves. She leaned one hand against the doorframe, striking a dramatic pose.
Peter's eyebrows shot up, impressed but not missing a beat. He already had his phone in his hand and with one tap, a familiar bassline filled the room.
The opening beat of Billie Jean by Michael Jackson pulsed through the speakers.
Felicia blinked, caught off guard, then broke into a grin, biting her lip to hold back laughter. "Are you serious right now?" she asked, hand on her hip, trying to keep her composure.
"Absolutely," Peter replied with mock seriousness, giving her a firm nod. "Any runway show worth its salt needs music. Otherwise, what—were you just gonna walk up to me in silence and strike a pose? That's awkward as hell."
She rolled her eyes, but the smirk that tugged at her lips betrayed her amusement. "You're such a dork…"
As the beat dropped, Felicia shrugged and surrendered to the vibe. She stepped forward in time with the rhythm, strutting toward him like the bedroom was her personal runway.
🎶🎵 She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene 🎶🎵
Felicia tilted her chin up, smirked, and swayed her hips, every step in sync with the song. When she reached the foot of the bed, she placed one hand on her waist, the other tossing her hair back before leaning forward slightly to tease him with a knowing smile.
"Good song choice," she said with a purr, spinning on her heel to show off every angle of her outfit.
🎶🎵 I said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round? 🎶🎵
Peter cupped his hands around his mouth and whooped, clapping loudly as if he were sitting front row at New York Fashion Week. "Good outfit choice! Work it, girl! Woohoo!"
Felicia laughed, nearly breaking character, and gave him a mock bow before striking another playful pose.
Felicia spun on her heel, strutting back into the closet like a proper model leaving the runway. The door slid shut again, and Peter leaned back with his arms folded, grinning as the music pulsed through the room.
🎶🎵 She said I am the one… Who will dance… on the floor.. in the round 🎶🎵
The door slid open once more and Felicia stepped out in a white two-piece with a sheer lavender sarong tied at her hip. She flipped her hair dramatically, striding with her hands on her hips, swinging them perfectly in sync with the bassline.
Peter whistled, "Okay, okay, someone's about to make the cover of Vogue."
🎶🎵 She told me her name was Billie Jean as she caused a scene; Then every head turned with eyes that dreamed of bein' the one 🎶🎵
Felicia twirled, the sarong flowing around her legs, then blew him a kiss before giving him a wink. She strolled up to him, striking a pose as the chorus hit.
Felicia smirked and traced a finger under his chin before sauntering back to the closet. Peter chuckled, clapping along with the beat.
🎶🎵 People always told me, "Be careful of what you do. Don't go around breakin' young girls' hearts" (hee-hee) 🎶🎵
This time, when the door opened, she revealed herself in a bold red bikini with a wide-brimmed sun hat and oversized sunglasses. She held a beach ball under one arm like it was part of the outfit.
Peter sat up straighter and started to laugh "Okay no wait! You actually got props for this?! This just got 10 times better, haha"
Felicia placed the ball down, lifted her hat slightly with two fingers, and tilted her sunglasses down to peer at him, giving a slow, teasing smile before spinning the hat in her hand and tossing it onto the bed.
The lyrics continued, and she matched each beat with deliberate sways of her hips, walking in time.
🎶🎵 And mother always told me, be careful who you love…And be careful of what you do (oh-oh) 'Cause the lie becomes the truth" (oh-oh), hey-ey 🎶🎵
Peter threw his arms up like an audience in a stadium, "Woo! Show you're stuff girl! Own that cat walk!"
Felicia laughed as she disappeared into the closet again. The next reveal was playful: a turquoise bikini with a short cropped hoodie half-zipped over it, her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail with strands falling loose. She carried a surfboard wax stick as a prop, dragging it along her hip as she "posed" like a surfer ready to hit the waves.
Peter cracked up, nearly doubling over, "Okay, okay, that's too good—Did you seriously had that ready in there for this?"
Felicia grinned, sticking her tongue out before mock-paddling her way toward him, then dramatically collapsing onto the bed beside him just as the bridge of the song hit. She lay there, laughing, before hopping up again.
When the final chorus came around, she strutted out one last time in a dazzling gold bikini, a sheer golden wrap glimmering against her skin. She matched each step with the sharp rhythm of the beat, twirling at the center like the finale of a concert.
Peter had a hand by his heart and exclaimed, "And to think I got to watch this spectacular show free of charge"
Felicia took a bow, laughing so hard she nearly lost her balance, before strutting forward and plopping right back onto his lap. "So," she whispered with a smirk, "which one was your favorite?"
Peter grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Honestly? Doesn't matter. You'd make a paper bag look like high fashion."
Felicia rolled her eyes playfully but kissed him anyway, the last fading notes of Billie Jean lingering in the room.
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