[Corrigan hums softly, thoughtfully, thumb delicately tracing the line of Penny's jawline. He notes the effect he's having -- that shirt is criminally sheer, which is exactly why he'd picked it -- and his smile curves a little more towards smug.]
All right. Top...three things that we've done that you fantasize about when I'm not around? [That's a cocky assumption, that she even does that, but cocky is sort of Corry’s whole thing.]
[ she raises her eyebrows, tilting her head back a bit further to look at corrigan in the eye. despite her, well, everything - handcuffed hands, spread legs, gauzy blouse - she’s still able to pull off faux-apprehension. ]
Bold of you, thinking I fantasize. [ she does. she taps one heel against the sofa in thought. ]
Sex in your office. All spread out on top of your desk. Your hands - just in general. They’re really nice. [ gripping her, fingers between her legs, holding her down - she’s not picky. ] And - I dunno. Maybe you picking out a dress for me and fucking me in it.
Noted. [Corrigan says it thoughtfully, though there's a definite note of smug preening about him. He likes compliments, sue him.
Those big hands come to settle on Penny's waist, warm and broad, resting in place for a moment.] Personally I enjoyed the time I handcuffed you, got between your thighs and ate you out until you cried.
[A pause, then that wolfish grin.] Oh, wait. I haven't done that yet.
Pfft. [ maybe it’s not that funny, but penny gives something partway between a snort and a laugh. it’s just too on-the-nose of a joke, like something she and her friends would have done back in middle school. ]
If you’re trying for subtle, it’s not working. [ her eyelids flutter, head tilting up as corrigan sets his hands on her waist. from the position she’s in, she can feel a few of his fingers tracing the tops of her thighs. ] But it sounds promising.
[Corry grins shamelessly, because he's obnoxious that way, and he's fully convinced of his own humor and genius, of course. His fingertips are indeed straying down to her thighs, tracing where fabric ends and skin begins.] Darling, I never try for subtle. It's a pointless effort, so why bother?
[Suddenly he lifts her, easily, barely even straining as he perches her on the back of the couch and ducks down to bump his nose against hers, words coming out in the soft breath between their mouths.] And that almost sounds like a "yes please". Want to try it again?
So you really are staring at my ass whenever I think you are? Good to - [ she’s cut off when corrigan grabs her, readjusts her position and drops her onto the back of the couch, easy as can be. penny lets out a surprised eep!
honestly, it’s sort of nice to be manhandled like this now again. usually, when she’s on the street as spider-girl, she’s the one throwing people around. ]
Somebody’s kinda needy, huh? [ she’s grinning, teasing, pushing back at him. ] Yes, please.
Trust your instincts, darling. [Corry grins upwards, carefully getting down on his knees -- he's an old man, be patient with him.] I'm always staring at your ass. Regardless of the situation.
And of course. [His hands slide up the insides of her thighs, pushing them apart.] Have you seen yourself lately?
Yeah, a lot less thrift stores. [ not all of her wardrobe is second-hand, but a lot of it is. and the stuff that isn’t was gifted and worn through to threads, or bought on sale. corrigan’s given her a lot of clothes. the gauzy blouse and miniskirt she’s wearing, sure - but also just good jeans, a few comfortable sweaters, things like that.
it’s nice, even if a part of her still feels a little overwhelmed at the sheer volume of how much it is. ]
Which - [ she says, spreading her legs, trying not to (obviously) shiver at his touch. ] Isn’t a bad thing.
Only the best for my girl. [Corry pauses, glancing up from between Penny's thighs, hands gripping firmly, thumbs stroking slowly across her silky skin. He hasn't called her that yet -- not out loud, not even when he's in the heat of the moment. He's a little surprised how right it feels.
Then he turns his attention back to pressing his lips against the inside of her thigh, nuzzling, then working his teeth at one spot, just low enough that any mark would be visible beneath her hem.] Even if you spend more time out of them than in, with me.
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All right. Top...three things that we've done that you fantasize about when I'm not around? [That's a cocky assumption, that she even does that, but cocky is sort of Corry’s whole thing.]
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Bold of you, thinking I fantasize. [ she does. she taps one heel against the sofa in thought. ]
Sex in your office. All spread out on top of your desk. Your hands - just in general. They’re really nice. [ gripping her, fingers between her legs, holding her down - she’s not picky. ] And - I dunno. Maybe you picking out a dress for me and fucking me in it.
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Those big hands come to settle on Penny's waist, warm and broad, resting in place for a moment.] Personally I enjoyed the time I handcuffed you, got between your thighs and ate you out until you cried.
[A pause, then that wolfish grin.] Oh, wait. I haven't done that yet.
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If you’re trying for subtle, it’s not working. [ her eyelids flutter, head tilting up as corrigan sets his hands on her waist. from the position she’s in, she can feel a few of his fingers tracing the tops of her thighs. ] But it sounds promising.
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[Suddenly he lifts her, easily, barely even straining as he perches her on the back of the couch and ducks down to bump his nose against hers, words coming out in the soft breath between their mouths.] And that almost sounds like a "yes please". Want to try it again?
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honestly, it’s sort of nice to be manhandled like this now again. usually, when she’s on the street as spider-girl, she’s the one throwing people around. ]
Somebody’s kinda needy, huh? [ she’s grinning, teasing, pushing back at him. ] Yes, please.
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And of course. [His hands slide up the insides of her thighs, pushing them apart.] Have you seen yourself lately?
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it’s nice, even if a part of her still feels a little overwhelmed at the sheer volume of how much it is. ]
Which - [ she says, spreading her legs, trying not to (obviously) shiver at his touch. ] Isn’t a bad thing.
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Then he turns his attention back to pressing his lips against the inside of her thigh, nuzzling, then working his teeth at one spot, just low enough that any mark would be visible beneath her hem.] Even if you spend more time out of them than in, with me.