Spider-Man: Duty And Loss Chapter 33: Waking Up

*Yawn* A loud yawn came out as Peter slowly woke up on a comfortable bed. Not remembering what happened the night before or even realizing where he was, he moved to cover his mouth while he was yawning.

*Clank* And that was when he realized that his hands were cuffed above his head and strapped on to the bedpost. "Huh?" Peter let out a stupid voice as he looked up at both his hands cuffed above his head. His mind, which was still groggy, took a few seconds to realize what was happening to him.

Wanting to move his body so that he could get up and break the stupid things he finally registered that there was a weigh on his chest. Blinking his eyes, he lowered his head and stared at the platinum blond hair that was resting on his chest. That he just realized, was completely bare, showing off his malnourished state.

And under that head of platinum hair was a head, following the hair his eyes roamed down the body of the female lying on top of him. With the warmth she provided, he couldn't deny he was comfortable, but as he registered the form and then what happened last night, his face scrunched up.

Various emotions played across his face as finally he could only say out in exasperation. "For G.o.d's sake, Felicia!" Saying it a bit too loud the body lying atop him finally woke up. *Yawn* Giving a cute yawn as she slowly pulled herself up, she gave a small smile in her half asleep state, raising her arms up to stretch out her back.

Arching it just like a cat, a small sound escaped her lips as she stretch out her crinks and sores. "Purr, mmmnn." 'Did she just purr?!' Peter was stunned as she purred like a cat, before stilling as he got an up close look at the body in front of him.

Wearing only a Spidey themed shirt that was somehow too tight at the chest but still went below her waist, Felicia slowly woke up. Staring for a few seconds at the sight before him, Peter caught himself and looked to her eyes. Seeing the smirk on her face Peter had to roll his eyes. "Come on Felicia, are you kidding me with this?" The smirk got bigger. "What do you mean Petey?"

Peter was flabbergasted at her acting skills; she said that in such a genuine manner. Finally collecting himself, he slightly pulled on the cuffs above his head. *Clank* "I mean really, cuffed to a bed, and you're lying on top of me, in that…." He trailed off for a second as his fingers pointed in her direction.

Before he remembered something. "…Actually, what they h.e.l.l happened to my shirt?!" She let out a small giggle as she finally moved off the top of him. She had been straddling him since she moved back. "Finally noticed that, huh? Were you preoccupied?"

Being the smart a.s.s he was though, Peter quickly came up with a response. "Well when you're wearing something showing off your chest nearly as bad as your first costume, it is a bit hard to concentrate." She sent him a playful pout. "I was going through some self-confidence issues when I started out."

Peter just raised his eye brow. "You were like what? 15 and star of the d.a.m.n athletics, and martial arts clubs? Heck one of the most popular girls in school, and you thought 'If I get caught stealing diamonds or they take my picture while out there, I want them to know I have a nice figure?'" She gave him another smile. "Exactly!"

Peter could only shake his head and let out a small sigh. "Well at least your costume isn't as 'thought provoking' as it used to be, forgot to say that last night. Though I can't say I'm not a little disappointed." She moved closer at his words. "Yeah well, I was sick of people staring at my chest when I was out and about. Plus the cold night winds a b.i.t.c.h." She was almost right next to him again at this point. "Though I remember a certain arachnid being caught unprepared as he stood still staring the first few times we met."

Moving even closer she whispered in his ear. "Plus I still have it lying around; I'll put it on sometime if you want." *Cough* *Cough* Peter turned his reddening face to the side and faked a cough or two as Felicia gave another laugh, moving back. Letting the room fall into silence for a few seconds, Peter finally turned back, but this time his face was serious.

"You drugged me." It wasn't a question it was a statement. "Would you have stayed the night if I didn't?" His silence told her the answer. "Come on Peter, you and I both know what I'm offering is for the best. I don't know where you are staying right now, but something tells me it's worse than what should be possible." Once again the slight hesitation gave her all the answers she needed.

She clapped her hands together in a happy manner before Peter could put up a defense for himself. "So! You're staying here for the foreseeable future." And that was that, the tone was so final that Peter almost nodded his head.

But he stopped himself at the last second. Being the stubborn person that he is, he instead tried to argue a case. So for the next few minutes, maybe it was an hour. Peter kept trying to convince Felicia to set him free. "At least let me out of the cuffs. And get me a d.a.m.n shirt!" While Felicia either diverted the topic to something crazy, or just out right denied him. "No. Plus I think it's better this way with your shirt off. I think we both know what happens next in this scene." "d.a.m.n it woman! What's in that head of yours?!!"