sweet tea & a deal , adam

[softenedmedusa]

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Naturally, Felicia was a very successful woman. Things usually went her way, and when they didn't, it took little to no effort to get things back on track and back to properly satisfying and benefiting her. Hardly ever did she fail in anything--whether it was relaying all of her employer's messages to him in consecutive order, finding the perfect pair of pumps, or pocketing a beautiful jewel in her latest heist. Regardless of what she did or who was dubbed her latest conquest, Felicia gained whatever and/or whomever it was that she felt was appropriately labeled her next desire. However, the previous night had been a horrible one. She had succumbed to her need to don her cat suit and equip herself with the infinite amounts of gadgets she had accumulated in the past and take to the rooftops in the middle of the night. Whatever it was that had riled her, had crept up spontaneously and suddenly, and truthfully, it had really surprised her. During the previous months, Felicia had sworn to herself that she would keep herself out of boutiques if she did not have spending money, but for some peculiar reason, her fingers had been itching to add another stolen trinket to her mass collection. Initially, she thought it would be easy and simple considering the fact that she had self-control welded out of steel, but being the woman that she was, raised the way she was, and having a knack that most people didn't, it wasn't necessarily the piece of cake she had poorly assumed it to be. And it made leaving things in their proper places and with the people who actually owned them, a difficult feat, especially since she had been ogling a sapphire and diamond encrusted necklace for the past three months. It was something a cat burglar like her could not live without. It was a deal that she could not pass up, and consequently, it was a deal that someone had already beaten her to the punch for.

Reclining back in the cushioned seat she had chosen for herself and folding her arms slowly across her chest, Felicia peered about slowly, green optics observing the quiet abode. It was a quaint little cafe in the heart of New York. There were a few scattering of customers, most of whom were busy with their food and drink or the daily newspaper positioned in front of them. It was a sweet, silent little place that provided her with the opportunity to inwardly scorn and reprimand herself for her short comings last night. Just the mere thought of it coerced a hiss to rumble in the depths of her throat and for the muscles in her body to immediately tense. It wasn't often--or ever--that someone managed to take something before she could. And never had she let someone get away with it. The woman's head lulled to the side and a slow scowl marred her pink lips. She had no inkling to simply forget about her blunder last night and give up on that necklace. She had botched all the security systems and had seen it first. There was no such thing as "losers weepers" in this particular circumstance. Hell no.

To her far left, the small bell over the door tinkled and Felicia straightened up, directing her attention to the entrance. She was waiting for someone. A man of authority. The man she had furiously heckled last night. He had been there at the scene and had failed as well in nabbing the petty jewel theft. How he had convinced her to meet him for lunch, she didn't know. Why she had obliged (but with one heck of a fight), she could not fathom. Obviously, he had been successful since she was here, an hour before he had told her to be where he had planned their rendezvous, and she was anxious to get this silly little lunch date over and done with. She couldn't sit much longer and had taken to curling a strand of dark hair around her slender and pale index finger. When the individual who had entered the shop appeared to be none other than an elderly lady, a heavy breath passed from Felicia's lips and she slumped back against her chair once more. Unimpressed. Irritated. And impatient. If this man didn't show up in the next twenty minutes. She would be gone and she would make sure that she left him a nasty reminder the next time they crossed paths.

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Tag: Adam Walker
Word Count: 750
Notes: Fini.

[adamwalker]

Adam.Adam.Adam. Why did he tend to "get acquainted" with the most peculiar of women? He stepped out of the Cab he had taken to get here and paid the driver as well as leaving a generous tip. They really didn't get enough credit. He stepped out wearing one of his signature suits. A simple black suit with a white shirt, not tucked. The top three buttons remained unbuttoned. He had a black tie hanging loosely around his collar. If anyone could make a suit look good and be casual about it, it was Adam. He stepped into the little shop as the bell rang, signaling his arrival. The minute he stepped in, his eyes began working. He begun his analysis. Medium amount of people. There would be little danger to civilians if a fight was to ensure. He had already become aware of her presence. He approached her table with a smile and sat down, his eyes tracking her every movement and on alert. He couldn't stop it. It was instinct. His smile was genuine and his eyes were still gentle. "Good evening, my dear," he said with ease, as if he'd been saying it his whole life. The words came out soothing, gentle, commanding but alluring. He smiled at her and waited for her repy.

[softenedmedusa]

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The woman's fingers continued to twirl the dark, false strand of hair around her finger. Slowly, she would let the lock drop from its spiral, straighten out, and then return to curling it. Continuously winding it around her digit was the only thing keeping her from turning the table over and chucking her lukewarm cup of tea against the wall a few feet in front of her. At that simple conjure of her mind, the corners of her mouth turned upwards, a malicious smirk molding to her lips. She didn't know what it was that always left her considering violence as a last resort, but it always proved to lift her spirits. It was just so feral and raw, something she was very familiar with. Whoever said that violence didn't solve anything was a damn right fool in her mind. Of course, Felicia had a lot more going for her than smacking down any odd individual who posed as a threat to her. She could work wonders with her mouth, talented in the art of persuasion. And batting her lashes always helped. Enforcing the attributes of the infamous feminine wiles could really take a woman to great places.

Her train of thought stopped abruptly as a young man sidled up next to her and then took the seat opposite her own. Slowly and almost hesitantly, Felicia observed him, looking him over before realization claimed the features upon her face. Dipping her head in a nod of acknowledgment, she let the contours of her face harden shortly afterward, a sour expression claiming her features. "Took you long enough," she murmured, the tone of her voice nothing more than a displeased hiss. "You know, it's frowned upon to keep a lady waiting." She coiled her arms together and dipped her chin, a dark and defined brow quirking as she eyed him, unashamedly scrutinizing. "Speak fast, love. You've kept me waiting and I'm not happy. What are we here for?" Her full, pink lips parted as she issued out a soft, inaudible sigh. How irresponsible was she at this current moment? Sitting opposite a man who could land her in jail with a wrinkle of his nose. And how fool-proof was this wig? With a roll of her eyes, she momentarily lifted her hand and smoothed out the collection of false hair that masked her naturally platinum locks.

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[adamwalker]

Adam sighed. She was feisty, that was for sure. Then again, he had a thing for feisty women. Even then, he hated to be rushed. "Calm down, love. I don't like to be rushed. It might be frowned upon to keep a lady waiting, but it's also frowned upon to steal, my dear. By the way, you should really keep your natural hair. So here's how it's going to go. I'm not going to arrest you. You're free to go. But only on the occasion that you go on a date with me. It's your choice really. We can pretend that I never caught you dong...what you did, or we can go ahead and go on that date." He leaned back a bit and smiled. He knew that whatever was going to happen, he was going to enjoy it. Call him cocky if you may but he knew how to get what he wanted. If she was a cat, then he was the King of Cats. He was the hunter, the analyzer. Mysteries didn't exist with him.

[softenedmedusa]

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At the word 'steal', Felicia felt her a spot in her chest tighten as she sat stiff and rigid while her breath caught in her throat. She stared at him in disbelief, pupils ever-so slightly beginning to adapt a vertical elliptical shape--A sure and personal sign that she felt threatened and wouldn't hesitate to retaliate if she felt the need to. Struggling to inhale a breath, she lowered her gaze and reached for the teacup to her right. Hooking her finger into its handle, she brought the rim to her lips and took a small sip from its cooling liquid. It was a vain attempt to try and get herself to calm down and resume her previous composure.

Placing the cup down on the coaster it had come accompanied with, she pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing. "Go on a date with you?" she repeated, her tone clipped and bitter. "What do I look like to you? Some jail fearing hussy?" The muscles in her jaw tightened and she slowly peered over both her shoulders before looking back at him and then reaching for the artistically crafted mop of dark hair. Carefully, she pulled it off from the top of her head before reaching for the hair tie that held her natural locks fastened in a tight bun at the back of her head. Tossing the wig into her lap, she clicked her tongue and huffed. "Are you serious?" He didn't seem to be joking, but then again, she wasn't too good at reading the opposite sex.

She looked away for a moment, her lower lip sucked into her mouth. She bit upon it, her brows furrowed and her forehead wrinkled. "You know, I didn't even manage to get away with the necklace, so..." She glanced over at him, a slightly hopeful look upon her face. "I technically didn't steal it. I tried to, but didn't." She tipped her face back into his direction and fixed her green eyes upon his own optics. She hated admitting her own failures. "How about.. I promise that I won't ever take anything that does not rightfully belong to me? It'll keep me out of your hair." Reaching for her teacup once again, she locked her legs together at the ankles. "And, just one question, why are you pestering me for an intimate outing when you could be out there catching your crook since they got what I wanted." She had forgotten that someone had actually succeeded and she was far too busy trying to weasel her way out of a date with this very handsome and very intimidating man.

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[adamwalker]

Adam laughed as she reacted as he expected. He hadn't expected someone as...independent as her to give in so easily. That was what made things so...interesting. To see if he could get her. Of course Harmony was on the back of his mind but she was only his partner and he had promised himself he wouldn't ruin the only good partnership he'd managed to find. When she took off her wig, he couldn't help but smile.

It was a game of chess. With each move, they were dancing around each other. It wasn't a matter of who would win but who would give in first. It was complicated, but things never stayed that way for long when it came to Adam. He waited for her to finish, watching her move. He saw her jaw tighten and read her body language perfectly. Every ounce of tension in her body was being analyzed in real time by his eyes."What do you look like to me? Well for one, gorgeous. Plain and simple. Is it so wrong for a man to be attracted to a strong independent woman? If you must know, I already captured the culprit. I even paid for the necklace."

He reached into his pocket, and brought forth the necklace she oh so desired. There was a wicked gleam in his eye as he watched her reaction. She was like a cat, transfixed by its beauty. With every passing second he was becoming more and more aware of her very nature. He leaned closer towards her. "As for the matter of never doing it again? I highly doubt that. You can not simply stop. It is an urge. A hunger that brings forth a rush inside of you. For you to stop would be for you to stop breathing. It's the thrill of the hunt that every cat yearns for."

He looked at her, watching her reaction. "My dear, I am attracted to you. There is no point in hiding the obvious. I will give you another option. You are free to go. You may chose to go on a date with me but you are free to go. The necklace has been paid for and there is nothing connecting you to the crime. You can take the easy way out, or you can try your luck and see if you can take the necklace from me." He smiled as he said his proposition. As he watched her, he was also aware of their surroundings. Watch.Observe.Analyze.

[softenedmedusa]

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Felicia was no longer amused. She had been sitting for far too long, her tea had lost its flavour, and this man was toying with her like a cat savagely playing with a terrified mouse. Bowing her head, she peered into her lap and considered all that he had said moments before. He probably had some hidden agenda that she was uncertain of how it exactly worked, but she knew he was up to something. Did she have the ability to decipher it before she was too ensnared? Probably not, but she was well aware, and that was all that really mattered.

Her head snapped upward at the following string of sentences and she scowled at him. No man could sugar her up with calling her beautiful. She knew that she was a nice-looking woman, but she couldn't quite believe him, especially under these circumstances. "You're sweet," she started, carefully choosing her words. "But--" She stopped immediately at the mention of the necklace, that he had caught the culprit, and inevitably, his hand withdrawing what would have been her number one prized possession. Felicia stared at his hand, then up at him, and then back at his hand once again. A rush of emotions washed over her and then swept through her insides, leaving her mind to ruthlessly battle with all the thoughts that began to run ceaseless laps within the very depths of her head. She continued to eye the necklace for far much longer than she liked. There was obviously some sort of connection that she had with it.

Finally tearing her eyes from the beautiful piece of jewelry, she looked up at him and hissed under her breath. A slew of obscenities bubbled within her mouth, desperate to make their presence known by being vocalized. Thankfully, Felicia was good at some form of self-restraint. "You're horrible," she whispered. "You have no right to taunt me or assume that you know who I am." She pushed back her chair and clutched the edge of the table, her nails digging into the dark wood. Had the establishment been empty, she would have jumped upon him and had a field day.

Her gaze found their way to the necklace again and she slowly lowered herself into her seat. "Put it away," she demanded, raising her hand and waving it in front of her face dismissively. "I don't want to see it." Her expression and tone had softened to an almost interesting sort of sadness. Despite how torn she looked, in truth, she was absolutely thrilled. He was exciting and this whole incident had revved her in a way that she had never been revved before. After a small bout of silence, she spoke up. "I will go out with you, but..." She paused, holding up a finger. "You better make it worth my while. And don't you dare, for a second, think that you've won and that pretty little number will be mine." The end of her tongue edged out from her parted lips and ran along the seam of her mouth. "Trust me."

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[adamwalker]

Adam couldn't help but release a loud burst of laughter. Many of the other customers turned to look at him but he didn't mind, he was enjoying himself. It wasn't that she was hard to analyze. Rather, it was the opposite. It was fun to figure her out. The way she attempted to restrain herself made him want to kiss her right then and there, but he knew better. What was he to do? She was dangerous. Or at least she thought she was. Danger was a game he knew all to well. He had a dark side that he was all too aware of. There was a certain thrill that he couldn't help but become entangled in. He was perfectly aware of the risk that was her. At this point it had become a chase;a chase to see who would give out. He could have easily entered her mind. It would have been simple to walk into her thoughts and learn everything about her. But that wasn't the type he was. He wanted to analyze her in every way he could. He sat down and listened to her, laughing every now and then at her comments. He took the necklace and brought it back to his pocket. He noticed her eyes danced as she spoke. It was quite amusing to him. To be honest, he wanted to take her right then and there. ~Well,~he thought to himself, ~why not?~. He suddenly stood up and walked over to her. Without giving her time to say no, he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. He made sure to enthrall her in the kiss, trying to make her get into it.

[softenedmedusa]

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When he laughed, Felicia felt ten different kinds of embarrassment and anger all at once. She had found absolutely nothing funny in what she had said or done. Obviously, this FBI agent had a different kind of humour. Rolling her eyes, she folded her arms tight and looked away, gazing around their surrounding area at all those who sat staring at him, watching in confusion, curiousity, or even a blend of both at the man laughing himself silly. "Oh, shut up," she muttered, promptly attempting to hush him until he regained some of his composure. "It's rude to laugh at a woman," she whispered, her lower lip poking outward into a pout. "We're vulnerable enough, we don't need men laughing at us to add to the mix." She rolled her green eyes once more and focused her gaze upon the large bay window to her left.

Felicia stared for as long as it took for him to at least simmer down. Once he had, she looked back over to him, an eerie neutral look claiming the delicate features of her face. He wasn't saying anything and she assumed that he was trying to get over having nearly laughed himself sick. She squinted as she watched him suddenly stand up and make his way over to her side. Instinctively, Felicia leaned back and forced the chair along the tiled floor. Unfortunately for her and fortunately for him, she had made a move too late and he was practically on top of her.

Her feathers had a tendency to ruffle easily, but blushing was a different thing. Usually. Once his lips found and settled upon hers, Felicia's naturally pale cheeks flared up with an impressive amount of red colour. For the second time that he had had been here, her breath got lodged in her throat and she found it difficult to breathe. And sadly enough, difficult to fight him off. Her lips parted slowly and almost of her own, willing accord. Her tongue gingerly touched the flesh of his lower lip before her slick, mouth muscle found its way beyond his smooth lips. Felicia hadn't kissed a man since her falling out with Spider Man and she was actually surprised to find that she had missed this type of intimacy and quite adored it.

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[adamwalker]

Adam smiled a bit as he continued to kiss her. Sure he was getting some looks but he had stopped caring about what people thought of him. Well...not all people. As he kissed her his tongue danced with hers. He focused for a second, remembering a power he had once interacted with. As he thought this, a slight electrical pulse would rise up and emerge from his lips, stimulating her and intensifying the arousing kiss.

He brought his hands to her face and held them there as he made sure to be gentle. His tongue searched around his mouth. It'd been a while since he felt this feeling. After a while he managed to bring her up whilst still kissing her. With both of them standing up, he wrapped his arms around her waist as he held her tighter in his embrace. All the while, the electrical signal stimulated her nerves. He smiled as he slowly took his lips and tongue back.

He stepped back, wanting to see how she'd react. He looked at her and with a genuine smile he stated, "I've wanted to do that for a while now. I hope you don't mind. Now I need a second to catch my breath." He took a deep breath in and then a deep breath out. He licked his lips discreetly. Unfortunately his hunger had not been satisfied. He needed her. He doubted that an actual relationship might work, but risks were risks.

[softenedmedusa]

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Just when Felicia felt as if she were coasting along on cloud nine, he had to go and pull something funny, something mystical that made the pit of her stomach fill with butterflies. She managed to draw her lips back after the first initial shock, releasing a slightly startled breath. For a split second, she fixed her eyes upon his face and then slowly let her mouth return to his, her tongue retreating back into the depths of his mouth, seemingly comfortable with coiling around his own. When his hands found the sides of her face and he gently pulled her to her feet, she immediately responded by pinning her slender form to his, her hands and arms moving to wrap loosely around his mid-section and shoulders. Had she opened her eyes to sneak a peak, she was sure that they would have gathered themselves a perplexed and stunned audience. Just the thought of people pondering the sudden explosion of passion between the two of them made Felicia's heart beat quicken.

Slowly and simultaneously, she pried her lips from his own and meshed them together, the blush on her cheeks impressively vibrant. Carefully, she untangled her arms from around him and let them fall to her sides. At his words, she shook her head and replied with a faint whimper. He had rendered her a quiet and flushed timid little thing and she could only imagine what a mess she would be had things gotten any further. Stepping back, she hooked a strand of hair behind her ear and swallowed hard. Her hand came to her lower abdomen and she applied a fair amount of pressure to keep the invisible butterflies at bay. She wanted to say something so he didn't think her to be a mute fool and that he had won, but there was nothing she could say that wouldn't leave her a puddle upon the floor while trying to speak.

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[adamwalker]

Adam smiled. He looked at her, silent for perhaps the first time since they had met. He took a step forward and kissed her again, "Let's go on that date...I've got just the place in mind." He took her hand and held her against him. "A kiss to go?" He kissed her one more time and then they were gone. In a poof they had transported to the Marriott Hotel. Adam took her hand and guided her in. He checked in and led her to his room. "Go on ahead and take a seat on the bed. There's a menu there, see what you like. It's a date so it's on me." He smiled at her and then went to the bathroom. He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He smiled at himself. Even in the thralls of passion, he had been subconsciously analyzing.

He washed his face right quick and then stepped out after doing what he needed to do. He went and laid down on the bed beside her. "So we're going to have the date here, if that's okay. I don't like cliches. We can have a nice dinner right here...unless there's something you'd rather do?" He smiled at her as he leaned in and kissed her once again, laying her down on the bed. He kissed her neck a bit and looked at her eyes. He smiled and winked at her before sitting back down. "You decide what you wanted yet?"

[softenedmedusa]

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When Adam's fingers had found their way into the spaces of her own, Felicia was slightly startled. The kiss was one thing, but to have her hand cradled in his own.. well, that was something completely different. Of course, she responded appropriately, letting her slender digits wind around and with his own, their palms pressing together. She glanced at him once their hands were firmly linked and when he asked for another kiss, she gladly filled his request, though the pleasant gesture was very brief in itself. After their shared peck, Adam had her tucked close to his form and before she could even comprehend anything, the little cafe had disappeared and was replaced with a luxurious hotel. Her head snapped in his direction and she raised her brows in question, though she never said anything. She just simply obliged and followed him in, waiting as he sorted out a room for the pair of them and then ushered her upstairs and into the suite.

At his suggestion for her to take a seat, she quickly did so, perching on the soft edge of the bed. A pleased purr drifted from her slightly parted lips and she placed her hands behind her, resting her weight upon her palms. Quietly, she watched as he disappeared into the washroom and then returned. While he was gone, she occupied herself with the menu to her right. She picked it up and placed it within the groove of her lap, lazily thumbing through it. She could do with some wine, but that was just about it. With all those sensations raging within her, she didn't think she'd be able to stomach whatever it was that she would eat.

Once he returned, the somewhat nonchalant look on her face faded and was immediately replaced with a soft smile. "Cliches aren't your fancy? I would have never guessed." She continued to lean back upon the bed, chuckling to herself. "Dinner here would be nice. I haven't made up my mind though." Her smile widened and within the center of her cheeks, appeared two small dimples. Hardly ever did her dimples make an appearance. "There is one thing I'm positive about. It isn't on the menu though." Just the suggestive nature of her words and the way he had forced her upon her back and his lips took to her neck made her chest heave with deep and rushed breaths. When he had pulled away and seated himself, she sat upright and leaned into him, her lips hovering close to his ear. "You".

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[adamwalker]

Adam laughed, as she summoned a hunger he hadn't felt in a long time. He turned around and took her lips, meshing them with his own. He began to kiss her and laid her down on the bed as he continued to kiss her. He paused for a second, a sly smile on his face. "A couple of minutes ago you were completely against me. Now you're smiling with amazingly cute dimples. You really are a peculiar woman." He took a finger and traced a ling along her cheek. "I think I'm hungry now." He gently kissed her and then placed a kiss on her cheeks. "Sleep with me. I think we're both tired from a long day. When we wake up, we can decide what to do next." He smiled at her and gave her a long arousing kiss. He smiled as he laid her down and got in bed next to her, in the spoon position. He placed his arms around her as he pressed against her back. He nuzzled into her as she seemed to fit into the contours of his body. "I think I'm starting to get a liking to Cats." He smiled as he laid his head on the pillow and covered them with the covers.

[softenedmedusa]

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Tipping her chin forward, her lips molded with his own while her hand inched upward, fingertips gingerly resting against the side of his neck. Gently, she stroked the smooth skin and peered up at him through her thick, dark lashes. Laughing softly, she shook her head and pulled him closer towards her with her free arm. "That might have been so, but you've obviously changed my mind." She released him and shifted on her back, her hand sliding over his shoulder and down along the length of his arm. "Of course, my mind might change. So don't you dare get too comfortable, hun."

At the mention of sleep, she couldn't agree more. It was lovely being this close to him and sharing such coy words, but she had been nothing but stressed about meeting him and the sleep that she could nab right now could replenish relaxation and calm while disposing of any remaining anxiety. "Sounds like a plan." Turning slowly onto her side, a satisfied grin crossed her lips and she arched her back, playfully pressing her backside against him. Her hand rested on the arm he draped over her waist and she curled her fingers over his knuckles. His last set of words made her laugh and then sigh. She craned her neck a bit and looked over at him. "I'm glad I could change your opinion on us. We make for great companions, you know." She lowered her head and placed it upon the opposite pillow, tugging his arm further snug around her mid-section.

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