<div align="center">(http://i601.photobucket.com/albums/tt99/Tifaret/stuff/blackcat_icon.png)<br/><strong>Felicia Hardy</strong></div><br/>Some women would have probably been offended by someone insinuating that they used sex to by pass the law. The thief couldn't be. After all, she purposely designed her suit exactly for distracting the men that threatened to thwart her schemes. Men like the vigilante in front of her. It was definitely affective on her spider. Felicia ceased her circling only staring at Tim when he finished his deduction but her mind drifted elsewhere for a moment.<br/><br/>Whenever Spiderman was anywhere in her vicinity, Felicia always found him or he would find her. Hell, it seemed even thousands of miles away from the rooftops of New York, they would run into each other. She glance over her shoulder seeing Peter laying himself out on the sand. It wasn't his face that really gave his identity away. Sure the guy was handsome, but he was very average Joe compared to some of the other heroes. She always did prefer for him to keep his mask on whenever they got  down and naughty. Sadly he'd been withholding from her all because of that little Mary-Jane of his and Felicia definitely made it her mission to put in some playtime with her spider later. But first, there was a little bird that needed to be dealt with first.<br/><br/>Turning her eyes back to Tim, she smirked at his compliments and his little sly quips about her criminal activities. "Flattery will get you everywhere, little bird." she gave a light chuckle while moving around behind him. "Indeed you can come to say hello but considering our current location..." she up pressing herself against his back resting her chin on his shoulder. Her cheek brushed against his own as her tone softened. "I believe you should be doing less of the hello..." her arm reached around the front of his body, index finger extended as well as her nail into a three inch claw which she pressed to his waist line, lowering it with each word. "And more coming." a purr escaped her throat as the tip of her claw daintily traced small circles over the bulge of Tim's board shorts.