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"It looks perfect on you," Felicia says. Her hands are warm on Cindy's neck, and perfectly manicured nails dig slightly into Cindy's skin.
"It does?" Cindy asks instead of How do you keep your nails so nice, because for once she's going to stay in the moment.
Felicia narrows her eyes a little, and it makes Cindy want to look away. It shouldn't be so hard to talk to her, but Cindy's never been like this before, sitting in civilian clothes on a plush couch in a penthouse apartment that must cost at least five times her rent, the hands of her sometimes-enemy (friend? frenemy?) fastening a collar around her neck.
What would Albert think? Ugh, what would Mom and Dad think?
Felicia snaps her fingers in front of Cindy's face. Cindy jerks back, almost losing her balance, and is steadied more by Felicia's hand on her shoulder than well-honed spider-reflexes.
"Focus," Felicia says.
Cindy licks her lips. Looks down a little. "I'm sorry. I just—" She remembers the conversation they'd had earlier, the look in Felicia's eyes contradicting the smile on her face. "I'm sorry."
Felicia takes Cindy's chin in one of her hands and tilts it up until Cindy is looking her in the eyes.
"How does it feel?" she purrs.
When Cindy gulps, she can feel the pressure of the collar against her throat. It's not so tight it constricts her breathing — Felicia had laughed when that was her first concern — but it's enough to keep her from forgetting it's there.
"Um," Cindy says, and she thinks about the feeling of Felicia's hands on her neck. "It's black, right?"
She doesn't need to ask. She doesn't know why she's asking. Felicia had shown it to her, a smug grin on her face because she must have already known Cindy was going to say yes.
"Of course," Felicia says, "I would've preferred red — it's so your color — but I know you'd prefer something simple. Understated." She winks. "A little black dress, if you will."
Cindy makes a face, and Felicia laughs. Her hand is so soft on Cindy's skin.
"I like it," Cindy says. She'd expected it to feel different, maybe set her spider-sense off the whole time she wore it, but instead it just feels like a reminder of Felicia's hands against her skin.
"Good," Felicia smiles, and she leans in and presses a kiss onto Cindy's lips.