Challenge #399 - Stay
Title: Stalled
Prompt: #399 Stay
Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man Movieverse
Pairing: Gwen/Felicia
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Notes: Set before The Amazing Spider-Man 2, semi-public sex
The cake’s been cut, glasses raised in a toast, and Gwen’s looking for an excuse to leave. She rarely comes to these work parties, too many colleagues trying to coax her to drink despite knowing she’s underage. It skeeves her out a little. But it’s the retirement party for the woman who first trained her at Oscorp, and Gwen came out of respect.
She’s almost at the door when fingers brush her wrist.
“Stay,” Felicia says, a small smile on her lips.
Gwen doesn’t really know Felicia. She’s seen her around; being Norman Osborn’s PA means Felicia tends to show up all over the building. But tonight’s the first time they’ve actually spoken.
Felicia’s thumb rubs over her pulse point, and Gwen decides that another hour won’t kill her.
Thirty minutes later she’s in a bathroom stall, crammed against the door, and Felicia’s hands are in her hair. People are coming and going beyond the stall, apparently oblivious to the way Gwen’s desperately trying to keep her voice down, trying to keep all those whimpering moans to herself, though it isn’t easy.
Felicia tastes like champagne, and her fingernails rake down the back of Gwen’s neck. Making her shiver, hips rocking against Felicia’s thigh.
Her lips are full and addictive, and they brush Gwen’s ear when she whispers, “Glad you didn’t leave?”
Gwen lets out a noise between a laugh and a gasp, and answers by shoving her hand up Felicia’s skirt.
Felicia grins, flash of white teeth, eyes sparkling.
Prompt: #399 Stay
Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man Movieverse
Pairing: Gwen/Felicia
Rating: R
Word count: 250
Notes: Set before The Amazing Spider-Man 2, semi-public sex
The cake’s been cut, glasses raised in a toast, and Gwen’s looking for an excuse to leave. She rarely comes to these work parties, too many colleagues trying to coax her to drink despite knowing she’s underage. It skeeves her out a little. But it’s the retirement party for the woman who first trained her at Oscorp, and Gwen came out of respect.
She’s almost at the door when fingers brush her wrist.
“Stay,” Felicia says, a small smile on her lips.
Gwen doesn’t really know Felicia. She’s seen her around; being Norman Osborn’s PA means Felicia tends to show up all over the building. But tonight’s the first time they’ve actually spoken.
Felicia’s thumb rubs over her pulse point, and Gwen decides that another hour won’t kill her.
Thirty minutes later she’s in a bathroom stall, crammed against the door, and Felicia’s hands are in her hair. People are coming and going beyond the stall, apparently oblivious to the way Gwen’s desperately trying to keep her voice down, trying to keep all those whimpering moans to herself, though it isn’t easy.
Felicia tastes like champagne, and her fingernails rake down the back of Gwen’s neck. Making her shiver, hips rocking against Felicia’s thigh.
Her lips are full and addictive, and they brush Gwen’s ear when she whispers, “Glad you didn’t leave?”
Gwen lets out a noise between a laugh and a gasp, and answers by shoving her hand up Felicia’s skirt.
Felicia grins, flash of white teeth, eyes sparkling.