The Streets of Newtech City, Friday Night

[multiplez]

Z had lost track of what Ghost was saying about five minutes prior. It was just sound now. That, combined with her total distraction, meant she was probably the least effective patrol officer in the history of SPD. Plus, her uniform was really hot and itchy. That made this decision easy.

"So then he said--"

"Stop the Jeep."

"What?"

"Stop the Jeep."

"Is there crime?"

"No, just stop the car. Here," she said, pointing to a conveniently located alley. "Stop the car here."

Ghost did as directed. "Okay, Z, what's--" he got interrupted again. This time by a tongue in his mouth.

Z pulled back after a moment to ask, "Was that wrong?"

"Only if Cruger finds out," he decided, and leaned in to kiss her again.

"So--" kiss, "Is there--" kiss, "anything I should know--" kiss, "alien boy?"

"I'm pretty humanoid. Sometimes I go invisible," Ghost admitted as he struggled to relieve her of her jacket.

"Sometimes I multiply."

He stared. "That is so hot. Try not to do it in the car."

"Do my best."

"I'm sure you will, Delgado."

She grinned, grabbed his jacket, and yanked him toward her. "Call me Z."