Today's Thanksgiving. First Thanksgiving I haven't spent in Vegas. Ever, y'know? I mean, I even went to college in Vegas. UNLV all the way, man
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A little mid-afternoon rough-housing was just what Monet ordered and much more appealing then a run. Jogging over with her water bottle, she unzipped her sweatshirt and threw it to one side. Bending down in her training outfit, she stretched out and limbered up. She was going to kick some ass.
If she can grab him out of the middle of a party and kiss him, he can manhandle her in public. He comes whipping by after tossing the ball off to Warrick, and grabs her around the waist, pulling her down.
"Is that a running suit or an invitation to sin, sweetheart? Because I'm pretty sure I can't tell the difference."
Monet watched as Dick passed the ball to Warrick and ran after him. She didn't notice Dick running after her until it was too late and she was on the grass in his strong embrace.
"Both. But you should see my other one, it's much more revealing." Monet said, wriggling against him as she tried to get free from his arms. She looked up and watched as the small blonde kid got a touchdown. Sighing in irritation, she glanced at him coldly. "Are you even allowed to tackle me when I don't have the ball?"
Undeterred, Dick skims her hip with his palm, fingertips trailing to the ground, grinning wolfishly down at her. He's actually checking to make sure he didn't drop her on anything that would hurt her, not feeling her up, but she doesn't need to know that.
"It's called defense, princess." He's pretty sure he's not allowed according to the rules of the game, but his teams play by different rules. Family is a full-contact sport. "Can't let you go robbing Coraline of her touchdown." Eying her, he bends down to steal a quick kiss. "Or pass up a chance to get horizontal with you. That wouldn't be sporting."
"It's called cheating hero though if you're going to play by those sorts of rules then I'd better start calling you something else." Monet replied, affecting a look of complete and utter boredom as his hands skim her hips. "When you're finished groping me let me know."
She's surprised when he steals a kiss from her and ignoring the loud ew coming from the other side of the field, she leans into the kiss before pushing him off her. "You mean Caroline." Monet said, getting onto her feet and pulling her top down from where it had ridden up. "You wish you could get me horizontal. Talking of sporting how about we make this game interesting."
For her sake, Dick mocks up a wounded look, but it's hard to keep a straight face through her bitchitude when he knows what she sounds like with those miles of legs wrapped around his hips.
"Crisis responder. Not hero. Save that for the capes." For Clark and the Wonders. Bats aren't heroes, anyway. They're vigilantes. "But if I'm, I mean that's, too much of a mouthful for you..." he teases, eyebrow lifting, because he can already hear the small size joke flying back at him. Both of them know it's not true.
"No, I mean Coraline, and this game got interesting the second you hit the field, gorgeous. But what'd you have in mind?"
"You're-I mean "crisis responder" isn't too much of a mouthful for me at all," Monet replied back almost playfully at him. Pushing him gently, she slid past him to catch the ball whilst it was out of play from where it had been passed up field. Bending down to pick the ball up, she got up slowly and tossed it in her hands. "A little wager. You can pick the conditions, although keep in mind small ears are listening."
In other words code it so they can't understand. It was the first time that Monet had shown Dick that she might, might possibly be concerned with the Island's children. Though she knew that he'd probably figured out where she'd been going and who she'd been going to see every day now.
It's cute how she thinks he hasn't figured out she adores kids. He won't tell her right now, but he really likes that about her.
He snakes a hand out to grab the ball from her hands and toss it up into the air, grinning. She expects him to come up with something sexual, but it's not what he wants. "You against me. If I win, I get twenty-four hours with you where you can't use sarcasm." Dick meets her gaze, challenging. "At all."
Finding some way to cut through it with her is important. "If you win, twenty-four hours with me doing something that you want. But not of the nature that little ears shouldn't hear."
"No sarcasm? Wow, that'll be hard." Monet said dryly, arching an eyebrow at him before it dawned on her the tone of her voice. She frowned at herself and at him when he snatched the ball from her hands and offered him the terms of his bet. She had to do something non-sexual with him for twenty-four hours. "How is that an incentive for me? Fine, I'll do the twenty four hours crisis responder but be prepared for running, fighting and being my slave for the entire day."
He watches the realization dawn, but doesn't comment on it. She's another one like Tim and Bruce who you can lead most of the way there but they have to cross the water themselves.
Instead of responding explicitly, he bends to kiss her collarbone. "I'm your slave every day, Monet."
"Charmer," Monet replied, a half smile on her face until she rememembers to school her features perfectly to give him a blank and bored stare. She punches the ball up and out of his hands and catches it before moving away from him. She has an idea about what he really wants from their day together but the thought of it scares her a little. So she'll deflect and keep him at arms length- she can't afford to lose even one bit of M. "I can't believe out of everything you could have asked for, you asked for me to not be sarcastic for one day. You're an idiot. C'mon let's go play ball."
"Get your licks in now, Monet. I plan to spread those 24 hours out over at least three days," he answers, giving her a little taste of how not stupid he actually is. He never specified the twenty-four hours would fall all together.
"Besides, sweetheart. Almost anything else I could ask for from you, I can have anyway." With a wink, he runs his hand along her lower back, dipping only briefly to catch the swell of her perfect ass. Then he's off down the field to join Coraline in gathering a team.
[ooc: probably we might as well leave them there and let them talk after the incident.]
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"Is that a running suit or an invitation to sin, sweetheart? Because I'm pretty sure I can't tell the difference."
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"Both. But you should see my other one, it's much more revealing." Monet said, wriggling against him as she tried to get free from his arms. She looked up and watched as the small blonde kid got a touchdown. Sighing in irritation, she glanced at him coldly. "Are you even allowed to tackle me when I don't have the ball?"
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"It's called defense, princess." He's pretty sure he's not allowed according to the rules of the game, but his teams play by different rules. Family is a full-contact sport. "Can't let you go robbing Coraline of her touchdown." Eying her, he bends down to steal a quick kiss. "Or pass up a chance to get horizontal with you. That wouldn't be sporting."
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She's surprised when he steals a kiss from her and ignoring the loud ew coming from the other side of the field, she leans into the kiss before pushing him off her. "You mean Caroline." Monet said, getting onto her feet and pulling her top down from where it had ridden up. "You wish you could get me horizontal. Talking of sporting how about we make this game interesting."
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"Crisis responder. Not hero. Save that for the capes." For Clark and the Wonders. Bats aren't heroes, anyway. They're vigilantes. "But if I'm, I mean that's, too much of a mouthful for you..." he teases, eyebrow lifting, because he can already hear the small size joke flying back at him. Both of them know it's not true.
"No, I mean Coraline, and this game got interesting the second you hit the field, gorgeous. But what'd you have in mind?"
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In other words code it so they can't understand. It was the first time that Monet had shown Dick that she might, might possibly be concerned with the Island's children. Though she knew that he'd probably figured out where she'd been going and who she'd been going to see every day now.
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He snakes a hand out to grab the ball from her hands and toss it up into the air, grinning. She expects him to come up with something sexual, but it's not what he wants. "You against me. If I win, I get twenty-four hours with you where you can't use sarcasm." Dick meets her gaze, challenging. "At all."
Finding some way to cut through it with her is important. "If you win, twenty-four hours with me doing something that you want. But not of the nature that little ears shouldn't hear."
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Instead of responding explicitly, he bends to kiss her collarbone. "I'm your slave every day, Monet."
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"Besides, sweetheart. Almost anything else I could ask for from you, I can have anyway." With a wink, he runs his hand along her lower back, dipping only briefly to catch the swell of her perfect ass. Then he's off down the field to join Coraline in gathering a team.
[ooc: probably we might as well leave them there and let them talk after the incident.]
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