I turn back, realizing I forgot the condoms. I step up behind the sexy spider, resting one hand on his hip as the other reaches around him.

He glances at me over his shoulder, an eyebrow arched in question.

I blush, whisper, "Just in case," and grab a condom out of the bowl. Kneeling down, I tuck the condom in my knee sock and take the opportunity to get a look at Spiderman's tight behind. Giggling, I reach out and grap his hips as I pull myself back up.

"I know Velma isn't terribly exciting, I hope I look OK," I mumble as he turns to face me.

"You are a mystery I've been trying to figure out for quite some time, Vicious. The costume suits you," he says with a wink.

I giggle again, blushing wildly, and adjust my glasses. A quick kiss on the cheek for Spiderman and I head for the living room in search of clues.