[for monet] too close too close (how close is close enough?)

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continued from here and dated 11/21/2009; title from Taking Back Sunday "Make Damned Sure".m

I wasn't expecting this. Monet. Accosting me at the Tabula Rasa Day party. In public. Not in any way that I mind of course. I just wasn't expecting it

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"Memorize this," Monet said, turning her back to show long legs and an arse that most women would kill for. She tosses a haughty smile over her shoulder at him. "As it's all you'll be seeing when I kick your scrawny little butt."

She's running before he even finishes the word set. He said nothing about there being any rules and with his advantages she'll press her luck in any way shape or form. Besides speed had never quite been her thing; she was quicker then most humans and mutants but it wasn't what made her feel alive. Winning however most certainly did.

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"Hm." Dick tosses a grin her way across his shoulder, legs eating the ground. "Hard to see your ass when you're kicking mine."

Mild change of plans, though. Since she took a head start, he'll let her win. If he beats her, he's going to have to work past the tantrum before he can take care of her. If she beats him, he can pretend to sulk and get her thighs wrapped around his face before she has time to put up her shields.

Then he's going to fuck her until she screams for him. God. Monet. So maybe he wasn't expecting this. He's sure as hell not complaining.

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"I wouldn't know about that, I'm very flexible." Monet replied as she ran, half smiling at his comment. There's one thing about the Academy was that it sure knew how to train their students. Her reaction time is quicker then most even without her powers, moving effortlessly across the ground and avoiding low and high branches. She almost laughs- the tension sliding off her skin as she runs and she can forget for one moment the flash of pale hair she had seen and the kid so close to death.

Pushing forward Monet narrowly managed to beat him to their destination. Brushing her hair from her face, she ran a hand down her neck and turned to smirk at him. "Sorry hero, guess you're just too slow to keep up. Maybe next time I'll let you win."

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By the time they get to the gym, she's genuinely beating him. That's why it's hard to catch Dick in a lie; once he decides to lie, he makes his cover story perfect. He decided to let her win and so she does.

Dick runs past her, grabbing her up into his arms and spinning her around. When he's made two full revolutions, laughing and breathless, he slides her down his body, slow and sensual. "I don't mind losing, sweetheart, not if it means I get to make you feel good."