#SCREAMING ABOUT THEEEM SINCE 2018

[felinoir-a]

𝚆𝙰𝚁   𝙷𝙰𝙳   𝙽𝙾   𝙱𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂   𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙻𝙴,   𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁.   It   had   no   business   feeling   like   a   safe   harbor   in   a   storm,   like   comfort,   like   solace.It   should   not   be   easy   to   relax   in   the   presence   of   a   man   known   as   the   Scourge   of   the   Underworld,   especially   when   she   herself   was   one   of   the   most   infamous   criminals   in   the   city   and   starred   on   dozens   of   most   wanted   lists.   The   Black   Cat   should   have   been   another   bullet   casing   left   in   the   darkest   corners   of   the   city,   another   splatter   of   blood   and   viscera   against   the   brick.

But   instead,   Felicia   Hardy   is   treated   to   the   resurrection   of   the   Bayside   skirtchaser   that   was   Frank   Castle,   from   before   the   deployments   and   the   trauma.   A   twinkle   of   irresistable   mischief,   a   slow   and   lazy   smirk,   just   enough   teasing   and   innuendo   to   titilate   and   tantalize.   That   kind   of   charisma   had   its   own   gravitational   pull,   effortlessly   hooking   the   blonde   thief   into   his   orbit   with   flirtatious   banter   and   with   the   promise   of   a   good   time.   They'd   been   dancing   around   each   other   for   weeks,   which   was   the   only   reason   she   allowed   him   so   close   to   her.

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐓𝐎   𝐁𝐄   𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐁𝐘   𝐀   𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘   𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒,   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄   𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍.

❝      That   all   you   got,   old   man?      ❞   Citrine   eyes   flutter   from   half   mast,   her   lips   aborting   their   chase   of   his   with   a   pout.   It   was   something   so   startling   sweet,   so   delicate   and   tender,   that   she   was   unsettled     —   an   unfamiliar   warmth   blossoming   in   her   chest,   flushing   her   cheeks   and   heating   her   from   the   inside   out.   Instead   of   taking   the   time   to   evaluate   the   emotion   and   process,   Felicia   reacted   on   impulse,   falling   into   what   was   familiar   and   safe:   heavy   handed   innuendo   and   flirtation.   She   reached   out   to   grasp   at   the   collar   of   his   shirt,   aiming   to   keep   Frank   from   getting   too   far   away.   ❝      Kiss   me   like   you   mean   it,   Castle.      ❞

❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . + @wardogsong