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WHO: Catty (

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WHERE: Selina's apartment
WHEN: Night of July 30th
SUMMARY: Selina wants to sleep off her jetlag. Peter wants to welcome her back to the City with song.
WARNINGS: Selina sleeps naked. Peter sings.
FORMAT: Quickpara

Selina may have refused to call the City home, but her bed was her bed and she was glad to be back to it. As much as she'd traveled, it always took her a day or two to adjust to what passed for a normal schedule for her.

She left her clothes in a pile on the floor, long past caring. Crawling in between the sheets, she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

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It was as far from beautiful as it could be. If Selina had to move because of this, she really was going to kill Peter. Slowly.

"Hope you enjoy paying your own rent." That said, she walked back across the room once more, taking a seat in the chair. The window was still open, if he wanted to come in and chat like a sane human being.

Obviously, he's going to be called out as being a public disturbance if he really kept serenading her, so he tries for his big finish.

"Pussycat, Pussycat / I love you! Yes, I do!"

And he's Really belting it out, here, milking that last note for all its worth. It doesn't sound too bad, either.

Selina just sat there. Possibly plotting out intricate murder plans. Definitely not smiling.

Well. The corner of her lip might have twitched just the tiniest bit.

For his grand finish, Peter basically jumps through the window, sliding forward across the floor on his knees as he belts out the final line.

"You and your pussycat noooooose!"

He's even pointing at her, head down, totally into the moment.

Hopefully no one will steal his equipment.

Selina crossed one leg over the other, one hand smoothing the sheet to make sure everything stayed covered.

And oh how she glared.

He waited for the applause. For the adoration. This entire scene had been for her, after all. It'd be rude of him to just segue into conversation without getting the awkward: "Oh, Pete. You handsome dog you."'s out of the way.

And the glaring continued.

"You know I'm going to kill you, right?"

He laughed, and started getting up to his feet.

"You're bluffing"

And then. Well.

He saw her state of near-undress, and all higher brain functions went out the window.

"Fine, fine. You'll only wish you were dead."

And then she saw his expression shift. It was fairly easy to guess why. Her mouth twitched.

"Something wrong, Squishy?"

He covered his face. For the love of God.

"Selina. What the hell."

"I was sleeping, Peter," she replied, as if that explained everything. In her mind, it did. Amusement was creeping into her voice.

"But why are you naked?!"

This would not end well.

"I was sleeping," she repeated slowly, as if talking to a child. "And the city does get rather hot in the summer."

Still covering his face. Still feeling intensely awkward. Maybe blushing a little.

"That's what an AC is for."

Okay, she was definitely looking amused. She made a bit of a show of adjusting the sheet around her chest to keep it from slipping.

"This is more comfortable."

"You are such a freak, I swear."

He slowly started to put a bit of distance between them.

"Says the guy who dragged a sound system twelve stories up." She noticed him edging away. "Leaving so soon?"

"Hello, super-strength?" he shakes his head, and stops moving. "I'm just trying to put some distance between us before you attack me."

"Oh, because that makes it so much better." Selina smoothed the silky fabric draped across her lap. "If I attack you right now, I might lose my sheet." The smile she gave him was utterly sweet and innocent.

If he wanted to torture her, she was utterly fine with torturing him right back.

She would do it. That tone of hers pretty much gave it away.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, and slowly make it back to the window, Selina."

She rose out of the chair and followed, bed sheet secure enough to stay in place. "It would be rude of me if I didn't see you out."

By the time she's ended her sentence, Peter's already at the window and bracing himself to leap out.

"I will have my revenge!"

She stifled a yawn. "Uh huh."

"No, seriously."

He crossed his arms at his chest, facing her now.

"This is not yet over."

This time, she didn't even bother to hide the yawn. "Good night, Peter."