Caught in the Cat's Web

Chapter 7

Nueva York, Earth-838

Despite the exhaustion that had settled into her bones after the recent escapades, Felicia found herself unable to sleep a wink. The memory of the kiss replayed in her mind repeatedly, each iteration focused on a different detail. She remembered the passion, his moans, how wet she was, and how his desire for her made him lose control of his fangs, feeling them against her skin. As the dark sky began to lighten, Felicia gave up on the notion of sleep.

Careful not to wake the sleeping giant next door, she quietly crawled out of bed. She opened the closet, stocked with clothing by LYLA while her suit was in the shop. A smile played on her lips as she considered the outfits, each one meticulously put together. After a few minutes of contemplation, she settled on the pleated black skirt, a form-fitting black top, and a sleek black coat, paired with some Doc Martens. Standing before the ornate mirror in the penthouse, she scrutinized her reflection, her gaze briefly capturing the telltale bags under her eyes. The signs of fatigue from their recent adventures were etched beneath them, a reminder of their chaotic lives. With a swift, practiced motion, she gathered her hair and styled it up. The updo added a touch of refinement to her appearance, drawing attention away from her weariness.

Satisfied with her quick transformation, she took one last look in the mirror before leaving the penthouse for the cafeteria. Emerging from the elevator, she noticed the sky had brightened a bit, yet the typically bustling halls were still quiet. Felicia ordered her usual latte from the baristas, hoping it would help conceal the obvious exhaustion etched across her face. With her drink in hand, she made her way to the balcony that overlooked the Nueva York sunrise. Kicking her boots onto the table, she leaned back in her chair, savoring the fresh autumn morning breeze.

A voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts. "This seat taken?"

Felicia turned her head to find Web-Slinger's bandana-clad face looking directly at her. "Oh!" she exclaimed, sitting up and taking her feet off the table. "No, please, join me," she said with a warm smile.

"What you doin' up so early, pretty lady?" Web-Slinger inquired, pulling a seat closer and taking a relaxed seat next to her.

Felicia shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. What about you?"

"Widow's high maintenance. Gotta feed 'em their breakfast," he replied as he settled in. "Where's your mask? Aren't you worried the big boss is gonna lose his shit?"

Felicia grinned to herself as she thought about her night with Miguel. "Nah," she said with a confident smirk. "I think he'd let it slide."

Web-Slinger lowered his bandana, his eyes locked onto Felicia's. "If that's the case, this may be one of the only opportunities I'll have to look into those sparkling eyes of yours." Felicia felt a rush of warmth creep up her cheeks at the compliment.

He then shifted his tone, his expression serious. "I'm sorry I've been avoiding you," Web-Slinger confessed. "The spider-society means a great deal to me, and I was worried that since Miguel isn't your biggest fan..."

Boy, is he wrong. Felicia grinned to herself.

"-And what we got caught in a pretty compromising position, he was gonna kick me out. You're an incredible woman, I shouldn't have cut you off like that. I'm sorry, darlin'."

Felicia places her hand over Patrick's, offering him an understanding smile. "I understand. It's alright."

"The world doesn't deserve you," Patrick hums as he picks Felicia's hand up to kiss the back of it. "You know, darlin', I'd love to finish what we started." He humed. "Haven't been able to stop thinkin' about you." He presses a kiss to Felicia's hand again. "Your lips." Kiss. "Your breasts." Kiss "That wet-"