concoursec | Show me yours and I'll show you mine

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Show me yours and I'll show you mine

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batmansphoenix
Location: Training room
Rating: T for violence, sexual innuendos, and potential adult themes (rating may go up)
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Galatea and Jason have a date with each other's fists. Maybe they'll both get what they want out of this in the end. (Thread continued here due to sexual content and mature situations.)

It's late, but she doesn't have to worry about curfew anymore--not that she cared about it when she was supposed to, anyway. She's currently leaning against a wall, checking her nails absently for chips and scratched paint. Something else she didn't indulge in until she got to this place.

Jason's not late. She's early. She had not been lying about waiting for this. It has been so long she since had a good fight. Even if he couldn't match her, maybe he could back up some of his talk and keep her entertained for a while.

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[Jason didn't get there late himself. He was the one that had suggested they do this after all. Some people used talking to cope, other people used drinking... Jason liked to fight.

Among other things.

Plus, Tea could also keep him entertained with bantering, if nothing else. So Jason jumps from who-knows-where to land next to Tea, grinning and tilting his head.]

Did I make you wait?

[Tea looks up from her hands with a smirk. He's quiet, she barely heard him breathing. Good.]

Most guys do. But I'll forgive you.

Because of my pretty face? I get that often.

[He opens his arms dramatically] So, are you ready?

[Galatea takes a moment to shrug out of her jacket, leaving her in a low-cut tank and jeans. From the pocket of the jacket she pulls out a pair of white gloves and puts them on, flexing her fingers.]

Call it nostalgia, but I like them. Now, come at me with your best shot.

[And before she even finishes the sentence he's charging at her with his kris on his hand. She did say she was invulnerable, but that doesn't mean Jason is just going to buy it.

He wants to see just how invulnerable Tea really is.]

[She sees the knife, but isn't afraid, ready to block his hand in the blink of an eye and deliver a punch to his shoulder--but a light one. She doesn't want to shatter any bones, but it'll probably still hurt if it connects.]

[It might not have hit if Jason had been ready, but he'd been too focused on trying to get the knife to reach her. Silly mistake, he isn't going to repeat it.

He manages to roll with it to make it hurt less. He back-flips, using the other arm for leverage and trying to hit her face with his feet.]

[Tea hadn't been expecting him to bounce back that quickly. She brings up an arm to block and it still manages to unbalance her enough to take a few steps back.]

Not bad. But you'll have to try hard if you want me on my back. [She uses the new stance to propel herself forward, attempting to collide with him and knock him to the floor.]

[He snorts, letting himself be tackled because it's easier to roll with the motion than try to stop her.] I do want you on your back, beautiful.

Or on top of me, or against a wall... [Once she's about to collide with him he shifts to grab one of her arms, trying to use her impulse to push her... against a wall actually, Jason can be rather literal sometimes.]

[She doesn't try to get out of the deflect, barely even feeling the wall when she hits it. A guy who doesn't mind admitting what he wants is right up her alley. But she won't let him have it that easily.]

Oh this wall? [She raises a brow with a grin.] I think it suits you better. [And with that she'll grab at him in return, a little tighter, and spin until he slams into the wall with just enough force for it to crack.]

[Wow, that... hurts, and Jason's pretty sure that if he hasn't broken his nose it was a close call.]

You're good. [He admits, because doing otherwise would be pity. He needs some kind to recover but he knows he won't have it so he grunts, jumping high up. He hopes a little bit of surprise effect and an approach from above will help him get her with the kris this time.] But I'm one to just give up this easily.

[She steps back a little, wondering how he managed to get back up so fast. That should have at least knocked the wind out of him. Just what she wants.]

Good. I would fry you up if you did. [Literally maybe. She wants to see what he has planned, because he's going to find that a blade like that won't get very far with her tough skin. Just don't go for her face and she won't punch him back into the wall.]

[He’s running on pure adrenaline by now. He’s used to getting the wind knocked out of him, both before and after he died. When he’s out of ideas he usually lets his muscle memory kick in… it has never failed him.]

‘hat? You got the laser-beams eye thing too? Aren’t ya the whole package?

Since she isn’t backing away he can tell there’s... something up, especially since she’s already said she’s invulnerable. That explains why he’s hardly surprised when the blade does little to nothing against the skin of her arm. The blood on his face doesn’t even let him see well, but he doesn’t need to see her to try to punch that pretty face.]

Kryptonians get all the nice tricks up their sleeves. [And then he punches her in the face and she is unbalanced by the force of it. Not so much from pain, but that was all of his weight and she wasn't expecting it.

She'll be throwing him right back into that wall and shoving herself up against him, trying to hold him in place. Even in her heels he's still taller, but she looks right up at him.] How rude to hit a girl where it counts.

[He growls, coughing a little blood- and he isn't completely sure he didn't get any bones broken by now. It's hard to breath and even harder to speak, but if there's a word to describe Jason that's pretty much 'stubborn'.]

Kryptonian, 'nd it took you... so long to get me to this point...? [He snorts, tilting his head.]

Wow, I thought you were supposed to be good.

[Oh that pisses her off, to the point her fist clenches and she's ready to punch him right in his gut and see if still has the air to talk trash then. But she doesn't. When she's angry she knows she can go to far, rupture a few organs, maybe even rip open his abdomen all together and let his intestines paint the floor.

But he's smart. A smart ass, anyway. And he's not backing down. She gives him props for that. She likes a man who pushes hard, even when he's beaten. Surrender is for the weak.]

You'd be such a pity dead, you know? But that mouth isn't doing me any good right now. [You think a little blood will put her off? Because it doesn't stop her from reaching out to pull him in for a kiss.]

[Blood might not pull her off... but for Jason is a bonus. A really, really great bonus, he thinks, as he parts his lips and he can feel the coppery taste filling his mouth at the same time they soften under Tea's.

He grunts rather loudly as he tilts his head and kisses back hard.]

[Tea is all for hard. She tilts her head a little, teeth nipping at his bottom lip, hands digging into his skin with enough force to bruise. There's a laugh in there somewhere, but it may have gotten lost in Jason's mouth.]

[If Tea's laughing, Jason is grunting. The kiss hadn't come exactly as a surprise- they had been flirting all over the place, after all. Still, he didn't expect her to kiss him after she'd beaten him up.

Still, he returns the bites with some of his own and pulls on her lower lip, stretching it until it doesn't give in any longer.]

[That laughs turns into a happy moan, and Tea takes her hand from Jason's head so she can slide it down his side, right to his ass. It's way too long since she got to do something like this.]

Come on...I thought you could give as good as you got. [If that isn't enough of an invitation she'll write it on his chest in his own blood.]

[He lets his head rest on her shoulder, nibbling on her earlobe before he speaks, leaning towards her hands to show her the attention is very much appreciated.]

Trust me beautiful, I can give you as good as that- and more. But I'd hate for us to be interrupted.

[She lets him bite on her ear, wishing he would jerk it just a bit more. it feels so soft, like feathers on her skin. She needs a little more contact. And what was he saying? Oh right. This is a public place and she doesn't really care if they get caught, but...she can only imagine how the Headmaster would react to a kid walking in on that.]

A little privacy would be nice. [She squeezes her fingers on his nice ass.] Your place or mine?

Mine 's pretty close.

[And judging by the circumstances he can tell neither of them really want to wait. He guesses Tea might have her reasons- as for him, he just need the contact. The pleasure, the sense of letting go, the haze of the moment.

Some cope with lost talking about it. Jason does it like this.]

Plus, what I have in mind will be more comfortable in a bed. [Not that Jason really wants comfortable at the moment, but he doesn't want to hurt his back. She is Kryptonian.]

[Tea deals with loss by acting like she has nothing to lose. But right now, she's dealing with tension, restlessness, and all the twisted emotions she never had before she came to this place. Sometimes she looks back at how complacent she's become and it makes her wonder where she went.

That doesn't matter when she's wrapped up like this, focused on the moment, on want.]

We should get there fast, then. Daddy always told me I didn't have much patience. [Lead the way, Jason.]

[He lets out a laugh at that]

Cute. Don’t worry, I’m all for eagerness.

[And walking he goes. He’d ask her why doesn’t she just fly them there… but he’s pretty sure he isn’t in the right state of mind to touch her like that without getting to play yet, as fast as she might be, so the walk there to cool off might not be a bad idea.]

I'm sure we'll both be pleased with the end result.

[She was thinking of asking...but she would spend the whole time grabbing his ass. So instead she walks behind him and stares at it.]

I know I will.

[And in front of his dorm they are. He opens the door and lets her inside first... like a good gentleman, even if he's pretty sure Galatea isn't that kind of girl.]

[That gets a little snort out of her. She didn't take him as the gentlemanly type. Galatea walks by Jason, purposefully sliding closer than necessary, her bare shoulder raking against his chest, and right before she's fully in the door he might notice the hand reach out to playfully grab his ass one more time.

Not the last time of the night if she has anything to say about it.]

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Show me yours and I'll show you mine

loving the warnings 8D

Now let's see if we can live up to them

(yea)

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