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[Descriptive 18+ RP, N/SFW, more info in this thread. 🧵]
She paused, smiling.
“I’ll need your help with that. I do burn easily.”
A bottle of sunscreen levitated its way in front of him.
"Does this come with the usual sunscreen application and cabana boy leaf fan? I only have so many hands and you know which one I prefer..."
Jean said with a big grin, levitating the bowl of grapes over to him. She was never very subtle about her attraction to Scott.
“Let’s go get some tan lines, handsome.”
She paused, smiling.
“I’ll need your help with that. I do burn easily.”
A bottle of sunscreen levitated its way in front of him.
Jean said with a big grin, levitating the bowl of grapes over to him. She was never very subtle about her attraction to Scott.
“Let’s go get some tan lines, handsome.”
Jean said with a big grin, levitating the bowl of grapes over to him. She was never very subtle about her attraction to Scott.
“Let’s go get some tan lines, handsome.”
Jean smirked.
“You would make a great grape-feeder though.”
Jean smirked.
“You would make a great grape-feeder though.”
Jean said with a smile.
“These abilities we have are both a gift and a burden.”
She paused, thinking for a moment.
“We should do something for the students. Maybe a pool party?”
Hardly ideal, but it's something."
Jean smiled at him warmly, though her hunt for a grape-feeder certainly was not over.
“What’s the latest with you Hank? Any new breakthroughs in your studies?”
Jean said with a smile.
“These abilities we have are both a gift and a burden.”
She paused, thinking for a moment.
“We should do something for the students. Maybe a pool party?”
“I’d say you are, but really anyone could be a simp of mine. Comes with the territory of my abilities really.”
She put her hands on her hips.
“Do kitty cats such as yourself like grapes?”
Jean teased.
However, ask one of your simps.
Am I usint that term right?"
“Oooo you want to feed me grapes as I lay by the pool, ooOOoooo…”
She wiggled her fingers at the reader, a big smile on her face.
“I’d say you are, but really anyone could be a simp of mine. Comes with the territory of my abilities really.”
She put her hands on her hips.
“Do kitty cats such as yourself like grapes?”
Jean teased.
She smiled warmly at here, before wiggling her fingers again.
“How about we feed each other grapes then? Equal exchange?”
“Oooo you want to feed me grapes as I lay by the pool, ooOOoooo…”
She wiggled her fingers at the reader, a big smile on her face.
She smiled warmly at here, before wiggling her fingers again.
“How about we feed each other grapes then? Equal exchange?”
Growing.
Growing.
Jean smiled at him warmly, though her hunt for a grape-feeder certainly was not over.
“What’s the latest with you Hank? Any new breakthroughs in your studies?”
“Oooo you want to feed me grapes as I lay by the pool, ooOOoooo…”
She wiggled her fingers at the reader, a big smile on her face.
Jean smiled at him warmly, though her hunt for a grape-feeder certainly was not over.
“What’s the latest with you Hank? Any new breakthroughs in your studies?”
“Oooo you want to feed me grapes as I lay by the pool, ooOOoooo…”
She wiggled her fingers at the reader, a big smile on her face.
“Oooo you want to feed me grapes as I lay by the pool, ooOOoooo…”
She wiggled her fingers at the reader, a big smile on her face.
She called after him, shaking her head a bit as she stopped using her powers, allowing bystanders to see and hear herself and Peter again.
He immediately takes off, beginning to walk away in the opposite direction with a sharp huff.
Just one day –– that's all he asks!
“Exactly. Not to pry, but you do have a fairly extensive dating history, don’t you?”
She asked, curious to learn more about him. Peter was the kind of hero to have a lot of rumors spread about him after all.
She called after him, shaking her head a bit as she stopped using her powers, allowing bystanders to see and hear herself and Peter again.
Jean explained, before pointing a finger at him. Of course he liked Chicago style.
“There is no way you wrote that down.”
She snatched his notepad, reading that from 9-5, that was the only thing written down. Naturally.
…
He's so dreamy about it !
" It's not my fault your tastes aren't as refined as mine ! "
He teases back !
" Nothing really ... says here i have to be a little silly. "
She shook her head a little bit.
“Then you’d be in some serious trouble. I’ll forgive your poor taste for now, but you’re on thin ice mister!”
She teased before continuing.
“What’s on your agenda today anyway?”
Jean explained, before pointing a finger at him. Of course he liked Chicago style.
“There is no way you wrote that down.”
She snatched his notepad, reading that from 9-5, that was the only thing written down. Naturally.
…
Her grin grew as she could tell he was a bit embarrassed at conjuring the mental image for her.
“Here, let me see if I can try something.”
She placed her other hand on the side of his head, changing the mental image of her dancing to be more accurate.
…
He was flushed indigo along his cheeks, turning away from her a bit and running a hand through his hair.
"Flash Dance... Phoenix Gone Wild 7..."
He made up that last one.
“Oh. OH! This is so good. I’ve never tried that one before. Did you see that in a rap video?”
She opened one eye to look at him.
Her grin grew as she could tell he was a bit embarrassed at conjuring the mental image for her.
“Here, let me see if I can try something.”
She placed her other hand on the side of his head, changing the mental image of her dancing to be more accurate.
…
She shook her head a little bit.
“Then you’d be in some serious trouble. I’ll forgive your poor taste for now, but you’re on thin ice mister!”
She teased before continuing.
“What’s on your agenda today anyway?”
Shaking his head with a little pout.
" From my understanding you can have the pizza how ever you want. "
She shivered in disgust, imagining the mixture of salty and sweet.
“Pizza is meant to be salty only. That’s just how it is.”
She shook her head a little bit.
“Then you’d be in some serious trouble. I’ll forgive your poor taste for now, but you’re on thin ice mister!”
She teased before continuing.
“What’s on your agenda today anyway?”
“Oh. OH! This is so good. I’ve never tried that one before. Did you see that in a rap video?”
She opened one eye to look at him.
It was like yelling 'Don't think of a white elephant.' Instant thought dominance.
He was definitely thinking about her. And dancing. The other details were definitely something...
“Oh. OH! This is so good. I’ve never tried that one before. Did you see that in a rap video?”
She opened one eye to look at him.
She shivered in disgust, imagining the mixture of salty and sweet.
“Pizza is meant to be salty only. That’s just how it is.”
Now he's confused
" It tastes amazing what are you on about ? "
She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue before pointing a finger to her open mouth and pretending to gag.
“There is no way that tastes good.”
She shivered in disgust, imagining the mixture of salty and sweet.
“Pizza is meant to be salty only. That’s just how it is.”
She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue before pointing a finger to her open mouth and pretending to gag.
“There is no way that tastes good.”
He's been corrupted by the streets of new york, and a certain spider surely didn't help.
Jean shakes her head a little, the corners of her lips resisting a full blown smile.
“How is it that everytime I take a peek in there, you’re thinking about THAT?”
She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue before pointing a finger to her open mouth and pretending to gag.
“There is no way that tastes good.”
“I might have done a little snooping. Hard to help it really. Try picturing me doing a different dance, this is good practice.”
She pressed two fingers to her temple, concentrating.
“I might have done a little snooping. Hard to help it really. Try picturing me doing a different dance, this is good practice.”
She pressed two fingers to her temple, concentrating.
She shook her head, her smile growing.
“That dance I’m doing in there?”
She gestured to his temple.
“How’d you know I knew that move?”
She shook her head, her smile growing.
“That dance I’m doing in there?”
She gestured to his temple.
“How’d you know I knew that move?”
“Exactly. Not to pry, but you do have a fairly extensive dating history, don’t you?”
She asked, curious to learn more about him. Peter was the kind of hero to have a lot of rumors spread about him after all.
He gazed downwards –– lightly biting the inside of his cheek, there's no use in trying to shut her out. She'll just pry anyways.
So, he won't.
"Nothing wrong with ... that."
She cocked her head to the side, pretending to not know exactly what he was thinking. It was a talent, but also a bit of a curse.
“What is this more than the equivalent of two co-workers having water cooler talk?”
She could read him like a book, even without her powers.
“Exactly. Not to pry, but you do have a fairly extensive dating history, don’t you?”
She asked, curious to learn more about him. Peter was the kind of hero to have a lot of rumors spread about him after all.
Jean shakes her head a little, the corners of her lips resisting a full blown smile.
“How is it that everytime I take a peek in there, you’re thinking about THAT?”
Jean shakes her head a little, the corners of her lips resisting a full blown smile.
“How is it that everytime I take a peek in there, you’re thinking about THAT?”
She cocked her head to the side, pretending to not know exactly what he was thinking. It was a talent, but also a bit of a curse.
“What is this more than the equivalent of two co-workers having water cooler talk?”
She could read him like a book, even without her powers.
He gazed off afar –– he could already tell where this is going, there's an awkward beat before he began to speak again, albeit with much hesitance
"Look, Jean ... if this is what I think –– "
Jean paused, tapping her foot as clueless people continued to walk around them.
“Scott and I are taking a break, so that’s pretty new.”
She watched him, gauging his response.
She cocked her head to the side, pretending to not know exactly what he was thinking. It was a talent, but also a bit of a curse.
“What is this more than the equivalent of two co-workers having water cooler talk?”
She could read him like a book, even without her powers.
Jean paused, tapping her foot as clueless people continued to walk around them.
“Scott and I are taking a break, so that’s pretty new.”
She watched him, gauging his response.
He shrugged — he’s not usually one to be open about his personal relationships, let alone with another woman.
It never seemed to end well when he did.
“ … so, uh, what’s up with you?”
“Good. Not good that it’s a situationship, but good that you don’t have a harem.”
She considered what he said for a moment longer.
“So you’re essentially single but still have a deep connection with her? Is that the case?”
Jean paused, tapping her foot as clueless people continued to walk around them.
“Scott and I are taking a break, so that’s pretty new.”
She watched him, gauging his response.
“Good. Not good that it’s a situationship, but good that you don’t have a harem.”
She considered what he said for a moment longer.
“So you’re essentially single but still have a deep connection with her? Is that the case?”
He scrunched his nose at her — a shake of his head, hands stuffed deeply into his pockets.
“No, no — it’s just … I dunno —
… it’s like a situationship, I guess?”
“Don’t tell me. Spider harem?”
She asked, only half joking. Peter did have a sort of reputation.
“Good. Not good that it’s a situationship, but good that you don’t have a harem.”
She considered what he said for a moment longer.
“So you’re essentially single but still have a deep connection with her? Is that the case?”
“Don’t tell me. Spider harem?”
She asked, only half joking. Peter did have a sort of reputation.
He gently shook his head with a shudder — a murmur.
“Err — well … “ He paused for a moment, “ … it’s complicated, y’know?”
He couldn’t help but quirk his brow at that — why would she care about that?
“I know you still like to keep your secrets, so they are safe with me. We can speak freely now.”
She paused.
“Are you still seeing Miss Watson?”
“Don’t tell me. Spider harem?”
She asked, only half joking. Peter did have a sort of reputation.