INCAPACITATION

“Hello, Peter.”

Peter glanced up silently, eyeing Elle warily. One delicate hand rested lightly on the hip of yet another show-stopping outfit, other arm resting on the doorjamb she was draped across. A mischievous smile was draped just as lazily as she was across her face as she took a slow step towards him that practically oozed Jessica Rabbit. Peter sat up straight, running a hand through his sheared-off hair. Elle arched an eyebrow and slinked across the room to sit on his bed beside him.

“You busy?”

Peter blinked, eyes wary.

“Didn’t think so,” Elle grinned, even as she was flicking back her hair and rolling up her sleeves.

“So, where are we thinking of today?”

Peter shuddered, shifting almost sub-consciously away from her, tensing his muscles, bracing himself for what he knew was coming.

“Up high?” Elle said softly, hand drifting upwards to caress his face, but even before she had suggested it, her hand was shifting towards his neck and collar bones. “Or down lower?” Elle murmured, voice suddenly husky as her hand inched lower down his chest, dancing across his stoamch. He stiffened and scooted back, something muffled drifting from his mouth even though he’d vowed long ago to keep quiet when she came - his struggle seemed to please her.

“Pardon, Peter? Didn’t catch that,” even as her hand danced around the spot of choice.

Peter clenched his jaw, glaring steadily in the other direction. And so he prayed that his mind would drift but it simply wouldn’t, and so his eyes were wide open and it was Elle’s hand that was inching downwards and certainly it was no one else.

And he simply couldn’t forget when she finally grabbed hold and he felt the shock.

--Cayenne

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