"Yeah, sure. What's up?" I got into a cab and gave Felicia's address.
"I...I need to tell you something."
I blinked. Was she finally going to tell me about her other identity? "I'll be there as soon as I can."
I arrived quickly and took the elevator up. I was nervous. I had my costume underneath my suit, and if she was going to show herself to me, then maybe it was time I told her about me.
I knocked on her door and she called out, "It's open! Come in and lock it behind you!"
I did as she said, locking the door behind me. I'd been to her place once before, briefly, when picking her up. I'd never met her mother, though — it seemed like she was rarely ever home.
"Kitten? Is everything okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, just...come in," she called from her bedroom.
I pushed the door open and stepped into an empty room. I walked in and let the door swing shut behind me. "Kitten? Where are you?" I noticed movement behind me. I turned around and gasped.
She was dressed in her full Black Cat costume.
"I...remember the first time we really spoke? About how the names we choose are the truest measure of who we really are?" Felicia removed the domino mask. "This is who I am, Peter. My name is the Black Cat and...I'm a thief."
I looked at her for a few seconds. She grew visibly nervous at my silence. And then I smiled, crossed the distance between us, and kissed her with everything I had.
Felicia pressed her hands against my chest in surprise at first, then slowly leaned into the kiss. When we finally broke apart she looked at me with wide eyes.
"What was that?"
"That was for finally telling me," I smiled.
She looked stunned. "You knew?! How?!"
"Because, Cat," I smiled, "you're not the only one with a secret." I took off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt, revealing a red and black uniform underneath. I slammed my palm against my chest, activating the arc reactor — black webs spread across the red of my suit and the spider emblem locked into place at the centre. I reached into my suit pocket for the mask and activated it, snapping the helmet into place around my head. "Hey, Cat."
"Peter, you're...you're," she stared at me like she was seeing a ghost.
"Told you I had a girlfriend," I smirked, deactivating the mask and setting it aside. "Like the new costume? The jacket was cool but I felt like I needed an upgrade."
"You're Spider-Man?!" she gasped.
"Yup. Though, ah, keep it down — it is supposed to be a secret identity," I chuckled.
"You — you, how could you not tell me?!" she yelled.
"How could you not tell me you were the Black Cat?" I simply asked.
"I — you knew?! You knew I was the Black Cat?!" she demanded.
"Yup."
"Since when?!"
"I had a suspicion the moment you walked into class for the first time. You left quite an impression on me when we first met — in costume, that is. You looked so damn beautiful, especially those eyes. I don't think I'll ever forget your eyes. When I saw you as Felicia Hardy I thought you might be the Black Cat. It wasn't until we actually talked that I knew for sure."
"But I — " she gaped at me. "You ass! You complete and utter ass! Why didn't you tell me?!"
"I already told you, Kitten — remember? That night when you complained to Spider-Man that you were worried about me? I told you I had a girlfriend whose secret I knew, and that I was waiting until she trusted me enough to tell me herself."
"I thought you were talking about someone cheating on you or something! Not this!" Felicia shook her head in disbelief. "It all makes so much sense now. The flirty behaviour when we were both in masks, the jokes, the inappropriate touching —"
"— Hey, I didn't touch you inappropriately!"
"Yes you did," she rolled her eyes. "You must have pinned me to the ground at least ten times while in costume."
"Well...that was because I was trying to stop you from stealing," I shrugged. "Sue me — I didn't want my girlfriend going to jail."
"And if I had?"
"I wouldn't have let it happen," I said firmly, wrapping my arms around her. "You're mine, Felicia Hardy. Nobody is taking you anywhere."
"You noble bastard," she whispered in a husky voice, jumping up and wrapping her legs around me.
I moved back onto her bed, lying down with her on top of me. Her fingers ran down the back of my costume, searching for the release. She broke the kiss and growled, "Take it off. Now."
I raised an eyebrow. "Someone's impatient."
She grabbed my mouth and bit my lip. "You're damn right I am. It's time I did something I should have done a long time ago...Spider."
I took off my trousers in a hurry and threw my shoes across the room. I then activated my suit's release function, causing it to expand two sizes, allowing Felicia to pull it off cleanly.
She ran her fingers down my abs. "These muscles. I should have guessed."
"Yeah, you should have," I pulled her into a kiss and rolled, pinning her to the bed. I hooked one finger around the zip of her costume and drew it down, revealing a lacy black bra underneath. I grabbed the tracksuit and tossed it across the room. I kissed her on the lips, then slowly moved down, trailing kisses down her neck and across her shoulders.
Felicia moaned softly with each kiss, her body arching beneath me. I wrapped my hands around her hips and pulled her close. Each time my lips met her skin it was like touching fire — her pulse quickening, her skin flushing warm.
I moved my hand up to cup her breast, massaging gently. Felicia moaned, her head tilting back. "Don't stop."
I had no intention of stopping. I kissed her harder, sliding one hand beneath the fabric of her bra, feeling the warmth of her for the first time. The tips of my fingers found her nipples hardening beneath my touch — I circled them slowly, flicking with the lightest pressure.
I pulled the bra up, freeing her. I kissed her neck and slowly moved lower, one finger still teasing her left nipple. I kissed her right breast, sucking gently until she shuddered beneath me, her legs pressing together with restless energy. I could feel my own pulse hammering in response.
My lips circled her left nipple slowly, teasing — tongue tracing just outside the areola, never quite making contact. She moaned in frustration. Then I relented, and she gasped as I drew it fully into my mouth, licking slowly, sucking.
"Don't stop," she growled again, her nails finding my back. The sharp pressure only made me want her more.
I growled low and pulled back from her breasts, my hands finding the waistband of her trousers and pulling them off in one smooth motion. Felicia gasped as she shifted back on the bed — I followed, closing the distance immediately.
I leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in, then grabbed the covers and threw them over us both, sealing us in warmth.
"Felicia," I murmured against her ear, "I want you."
"Tiger," she gasped, "I need you. Now." Her hands slipped down and curled into the waistband of my shorts. Her fingers slid south. I gasped as her touch found me. Her eyes went wide.
"Woah," she breathed.
I smiled back. "Surprised?"
"Oh God, yes," she said slowly, fingers tracing further down the length of me. Her expression grew wider and wider. When she finally reached the end she looked up at me with an expression of pure disbelief. "You're huge."
"And just think," I whispered into her ear, "by the end of tonight, that's going to be inside you." Thank you, Peter Parker — it really was a mystery how he'd kept that hidden while running around in spandex, but that was comic book logic for you.
She shivered in anticipation, though I could feel the nervousness underneath it as well. I ducked beneath the blanket and slowly burned a trail of kisses down her body, pausing at her breasts to tease and attend to each in turn, then continuing lower.
I kissed her stomach, then her waist. I reached her legs and wrapped my fingers around the straps of her underwear — a black set that matched her bra — and slowly drew them down. She gave a small, nervous whimper as I slid them off her legs and set them aside. Her legs were pressed together tightly. She was nervous.
I took her legs gently and kissed her toes. She flinched in surprise. Slowly I kissed her ankles, her shins, working my way down her toned legs with deliberate patience. Her legs relaxed by degrees. I placed my arm across the other and gently pressed them apart.
"Felicia," I whispered. I lowered myself to her, her scent warm and intoxicating. I extended my tongue and gave one slow, long stroke along her centre. "You're perfect."
"Tiger," she gasped, her hands catching in my hair. "Don't —"
"No," I pressed her hands gently aside. "Mine. I'll have you, Felicia Hardy, in every way I know how. Now — scream my name." I covered her with my lips and began, slow and deliberate, drawing a sharp cry from her throat.
"Peter!" she yelled, her hands pushing me deeper. I continued without mercy, working with tongue and fingers until her entire body shook and she finally came apart beneath me, her voice filling the room.
I lifted my head. The covers had been thrown off from her constant squirming.
I looked down at her — arms folded over her flushed face, chest heaving, completely undone. I felt something fierce and proud settle in my chest as I looked at the woman I'd won over. There was a primal part of me that simply wanted to claim her, and I was done denying it.
"Felicia," my voice came out like a command. "You're mine. Do you understand?"
She lowered her arms and looked at me. "Y-yes."
I leaned down and kissed her deeply on the lips. She gasped at the taste of herself on my tongue, then slowly responded, pulling me closer.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied.
I stripped off my shorts and threw them across the room. Felicia's eyes met mine and her lips parted.
"Do you have a condom?" I asked.
"No," she whispered, pulling me down by the back of my neck. "I'm on the pill. It's fine."
"Okay," I breathed, kissing her softly as I settled between her legs, positioning myself against her entrance.
"Peter," she said quietly.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I love you," she said, barely above a whisper.
"I love you too," I whispered back — without a moment's hesitation.
I began to press slowly inside her. She winced, and I felt the resistance of her first time. "Are you okay?" I stopped immediately.
"Yes. Just...slowly," she gasped.
I noticed a faint trace of blood. I'd just taken her virginity. Knowing it was painful, I silenced her with a kiss, fingers stroking gently through her hair. Her fingers dug into my back. Her legs slowly wrapped around me. She pulled back just far enough to whisper against my lips, "Go."
I gave her a hickey on her neck, giving her something warm to focus on instead of the pain, as I pressed deeper into her.
I felt her nails draw blood on my back. I didn't mind. I moved until I felt myself at her limit. Felicia gasped sharply. I hadn't even reached full depth yet — an inch or so of length still outside her. I slowly withdrew before pressing back in again.
I began to build my pace as her sounds grew louder and less restrained. My hands found her breasts, squeezing as I kissed her lips. She pulled me close, moaning into my mouth as I settled into a steady, comfortable rhythm.
Then I drove my hips forward sharply, pressing deep, and Felicia moaned and broke the kiss, pulling my head into her chest. I took the invitation and kissed her breasts, licking and gently biting at her nipples. I kept moving inside her, feeling her tighten around me as she climbed higher and higher.
"Are you going to come for me, Kitten?" I murmured against her skin.
"Y-yes!" she moaned.
"Come for me. Scream my name. Let the world know who you belong to." I drove deeper, harder, and she gasped again and again until finally she let go completely.
"Oh, Peter!" she cried out, nails scoring down my back, legs locked tight around my hips as her whole body shuddered. My own release followed almost immediately, crashing through me as I buried myself inside her and held still, spent.
Slowly she let go, arms falling limply to her sides, legs folding open beside me as I carefully withdrew. I moved to lie beside her, pulling her head against my chest, my hand moving in slow circles down her back.
I could hear her breathing gradually slow. I smiled.
"That was amazing," she whispered.
"You were amazing," I replied.
"I...I said it, didn't I? I told you I love you," she repeated. It wasn't a question.
"Yes. Do you want to take it back?" I asked, with more honesty in the fear behind that question than I intended.
"What?! No! Do...do you want me to?"
I kissed her gently. "Never. I love you, Felicia Hardy. And more importantly — I trust you."
Her eyes went wide as my words settled over her. I knew I couldn't tell her everything yet — not about not being the real Peter Parker — but in every way that mattered, it was true. I loved her. And I trusted her.
She suddenly pulled herself up and straddled me, kissing me with a fierce and urgent passion.
I broke the kiss and chuckled. "Careful — keep that up and you might wake little Peter," I grinned at the pun.
"As I recall, little Peter isn't very little," she smiled back. "Besides, I know your limits, Tiger. I really doubt —" She stopped as I rolled my hips upward, pressing against her from below. She looked down at me. "You cannot be serious."
I grinned. I grabbed her hips and squeezed. "You bet your sweet self I am."
"Again?"
I pulled her hips up and pressed her down again, sliding back into her entrance. Felicia lowered her head and whimpered softly — she was still tender from the first time. I half-expected her to stop me. Instead, she smiled.
"If you think you can handle me, Tiger," she growled, lowering herself along my full length.
I met her challenge without hesitation, guiding her hips into a steady rhythm with both hands, driving up into her with every stroke. She gasped again and again, breathless and flushed.
"Merry Christmas, Tiger," she gasped as she moved above me.
"Merry Christmas, Kitten," I growled back — and we spent the rest of the night exactly as we should have, nothing coming from her bedroom but her voice crying out my name and the warm, heavy scent of the two of us together.