Rise part 1

Meanwhile back to Michael in his apartment he putting finishing touches on his spider-man costume so he be able to fight crime without people knowing who he is the costume looks amazing the red and blue complimentary but also showing off he a hero it needs one last thing a symbol but he doesn't have enough material to work with so i decided to wait into morning to go to the local costume shop. Meanwhile back with Felicia, harry and norman.

Norman’s grip lingered a heartbeat too long before releasing Felicia’s hand, his polished smile never wavering as he straightened his cufflinks. "If you’ll excuse me," he murmured, the ice in his glass clinking as he raised it toward a group of investors waiting near the grand piano. The dismissal was smooth, effortless—a man accustomed to controlling every exit.

Harry’s fingers twitched against Felicia’s waist, his breath warm against her ear as he guided her toward the terrace doors. "Told you he’d love you," he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.

The champagne’s effervescence still prickled against Norman’s tongue as he watched Harry steer Felicia toward the terrace, her spine arched just enough to press against his son’s chest. The stolen bracelet winked at him once more before the crowd swallowed them a flicker of gold like a mocking eye. He crushed an ice cube between his molars.

Harry’s fingers found the curve of Felicia’s elbow as he guided her past potted orchids, the night air thick with the scent of jasmine and cigar smoke. “You’re good at this,” he breathed, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

Harry gets the limo to drive her back to her apartment. The two sit in the back as felicia slowly comes up with a interesting idea a costume but where can she get a costume for cheap.

The limo's leather sighed beneath Felicia as Harry's driver navigated Manhattan's glittering arteries, his gloved hands tight on the wheel. She traced the bracelet's stolen contours with her thumbnail, the gold warming against her pulse point. Through the tinted window, a neon sign flickered Costume Emporium its letters bleeding red onto wet pavement. The reflection of her own face shimmered in the glass, pupils dilating as the light caught her cheekbones just so.

Perfect.

Harry's knee bounced beside hers, his fingers drumming a staccato rhythm on the armrest. "You okay?" he asked, breath tinged with expensive gin.

Felicia’s fingers danced across her phone screen, the glow painting her sharp features in artificial blue as she tapped out the new contact name—bf ♡—with a smirk curling her lips. The limo’s interior lights flickered as they passed under a streetlamp, catching the mischief in her eyes.

Harry’s breath hitched when he glimpsed the screen, his drumming fingers stilling against the armrest. "Yeah, I’m great," she purred, tilting the phone just enough for him to see before snapping it shut. "Just thought it was perfect." The word lingered between them, weighted, as she slid the device into her clutch with deliberate slowness.

Harry pulls out his wallet and starts handing the 500 dollars that he promised to give Felicia for the night.

The limo purred to a stop outside Felicia’s apartment, tires kissing wet pavement as rain began to needle the windshield. Harry’s fingers hesitated before reaching into his inner pocket, extracting a crisp envelope. The paper whispered as he pressed it into her palm, his thumb lingering deliberate, testing against her pulse point. "Alright, hun," he murmured, the scent of his cologne curling between them, bergamot and something darker. "You have a wonderful night’s sleep." His teeth flashed in the dim light, a predator’s grin softened by the champagne flush still staining his cheeks. "I’ll text you in the morning… about that proper date."

Felicia's lips curved in a slow, feline smile as she leaned in, her breath warm against Harry's cheek. "You better, handsome," she murmured, letting the words linger like the scent of her perfume—jasmine and something dangerous. Her mouth met his in a kiss that was more promise than goodbye, teeth grazing his lower lip just enough to make him groan. Then she was gone, the limo door closing with a hushed click behind her.

The rain kissed her bare shoulders as she climbed the steps to her apartment, each droplet tracing a shimmering path down her skin. She didn’t look back, but she knew Harry was watching his gaze a physical weight between her shoulder blades. Before she heads to bed she take off her dress putting back it away and decided to sleep in just her bra and panties.

The morning light sliced through Felicia’s blinds in razor-thin lines, painting stripes across the rumpled silk of her sheets. Her phone buzzed against the nightstand once, twice the screen flaring to life with Harry’s new contact name and a message that made her exhale through her nose, slow and amused. Last night was better than I expected. Want to do dinner tomorrow night?

Her thumbs moved with practiced precision, the mattress dipping as she arched her back, stretching like a cat in the sun. Sure, hun… if you wouldn’t miss me that long. She let the ellipsis linger, a calculated pause before her fingers danced to her camera roll. Sending him a picture of her on the bed.

Felicia’s lips curled as the phone buzzed again in her palm, Harry’s name flashing like a neon lure. She tapped the screen, and there it was his message unfurling in bold letters: I will definitely miss your beautiful body of yours it just i have do this dumb thing with my dad tonight but we will be missing you.

Then, a photo.

Her breath hitched just slightly as her thumb swiped to reveal the image. Harry’s fingers wrapped around his cock, the shaft flushed and straining against his grip, the dim light of the limo’s backseat glinting off the precum beading at the tip.

Felicia’s thumb hovered over the screen, her smirk deepening as she tapped out her reply alright hun, don’t have too much fun without mebefore tossing the phone onto the bed. The sheets whispered against her bare legs as she swung them over the edge, the cool morning air raising goosebumps along her skin.

She crossed the room with feline grace, the stolen bracelet glinting at her wrist as she tugged open the closet door. Her fingers skimmed through the hangers silk, leather, the occasional flash of lace before settling on a fitted black turtleneck and tailored slacks.

She heads off to the costume shop once she arrives she bumps into Michael also buying supplies to make his spider-man costume better she quickly seeing him leave the shop with a bit of black fabric but not thinking much about it.

The stolen bracelet caught the light as Felicia slid it from her wrist, twirling it once between her fingers before tucking it into her coat pocket insurance. The door clicked shut behind her, heels striking pavement in sharp, deliberate rhythm as she turned toward the neon glow pulsing at the end of the block. Costume Emporium, the sign hummed in electric cursive, its reflection swimming in the rain-slicked asphalt.

She pushed through the door, the bell jingling like a thief’s laugh, and the scent of mothballs and synthetic fabric enveloped her.