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 Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 9:35 am
Safe to say, Quinn was confused when suddenly Veer had a serious expression on his face. Somehow, that look just didn't suit him at all; it almost made Quinn uncomfortable. When he moved closer, she tensed.... And then his fist came up under her chin and she huffed slightly.
"You're right. That floppy, sorry excuse of a mohawk is totally dreamy. I'm struggling here trying not to rip my clothes off and throw myself at you." Her tone was dry, but her own smile was still lingering.
"Or," she pursed her lips in a brief moment of thought. "You're purposefully trying to get under my skin in hopes that I'll hit you again because ever since the night that I kissed you, you can't stop thinking about me and you want any excuse for physical contact. It's okay, I totally understand."
Her hands dropped to her hips and both eyebrows raised. She could play this game, whatever it was, too.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:14 am
Veer blinked at her and then grinned, putting some distance between them with the excuse of heading toward her refrigerator in search of something sweet and fizzy to drink. It broke the moment, killed whatever tension had still been clinging around. Alas. It was a stupid move and Veer wondered why it made his stomach all rumbly.
"...but you did just hit me again." At least his tone came out properly dry, now, teasing, the refrigerator open and a hand sliding up to his cheek in memory. Amber eyes scanned the contents, desperate for caffeine. Mountain Dew. Dr. Pepper. Coke. He shook his head.
"I mean. You kind of hit me again. If that p***y slap counts. A flaw in your logic."
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:48 am
"Well obviously your plan is working," she said simply with a grin. "Or was, until I caught on."
She laughed and took his place leaning against the wall while he rummaged through her fridge. She would be a sorry excuse for a gamer if her apartment was anything but loaded with junk food and caffeinated beverages, so he would have no trouble finding something to his tastes.
"And now you're baiting me with that p***y slap comment... Practically begging me to slap you again." Her hands moved to press against the wall, her fingers tapping against it idly. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm a genius. My logic is never flawed. It's okay to admit that I'm right, no worries."
She was practically grinning from ear to ear- Veer was awfully fun to tease.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 12:46 pm
Veer hadn't even asked for a soda, just went fridge diving; he came up with a coke in hand and looked rather pleased about it, kicking the fridge door closed after him. Fingertips easily found the tab and popped the can open with a satisfying hiss. He echoed it with a slow sigh, but paused, not yet going for another sip.
"I'll concede that your delicate love-slaps, gentle as they are, do qualify more as 'caress' than a proper smack." He smiled, and then gulped down a long swallow of coke, his eyes flitting away from her and around the room. He didn't blush. There was that, at least. Maybe it was just because he was dark, it hid the worst of it. "If you socked me properly, it'd probably get me to ******** off better. So, if you didn't like it, you'd hit me less like a girl."
He licked his lips, and then paused, wide-eyed. "Well, I mean, assuming you can hit less like a girl..."
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 1:20 pm
God damn if he didn't know how to push her buttons. Don't let him get to you. Don't let him get to you. Don't let him get to you, she repeated in her head over and over again. It took everything she had not to deck him and laugh in his face. Instead, she had to remind herself that he was simply joking around and poking fun at her. With a deep breath she unballed the fists that she hadn't even realized she made at her sides.
"I promise, if I'm caressing you, you'll know it."
At least she wasn't powered up while she was making comments like that, right? She had resolved that she was going to keep her civilian and Senshi sides as separate lives, so in her mind right then and there he was not her teammate and she was no one's Captain.
"I try not to make boys cry, so that's totally my bad for going easy on you."
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 1:24 pm
He blinked at her, surprised, halfway through another sip, and then his expression went more narrowed -- thinking about that. Veer set the can down carefully on the edge of the counter, just in case she came after him. It'd be a colossal waste to dump out that soda and spill it across her kitchen floor. Plus, she might try to make him clean it up. Unfair.
"How, exactly, will I know?" He shifted slowly, maybe a bit restlessly, licking his lower lip and testing the words before he spoke them. "Maybe you better show me. So I know the difference. You know."
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 1:49 pm
She chewed her bottom lip for a moment while she considered what he said, mulling over a few of her options. Unfortunately for Veer, she opted for the less gentle of said options, which most definitely involved very little caressing. Her henshin pen slipped into her hand, careful to keep it out of plain sight as she pushed off of the wall and closed the space between them with her hands behind her back.
"Well..." Her left arm snaked over his shoulder to pull him down towards her. She went on her tip-toes and leaned in to whisper, her lips barely brushing his ear. But instead of anything to do with caressing, she murmured "Leto Asteroid Power, Make-up" and in a flash, she was once again Sailor Leto.
And just as quickly, her right hand balled into a fist and she was moving to slam it into his gut knowing full-well that it would hurt much more than some wussy civilian slap.
"You'll just know."
That'll teach him to tell her she hits like a girl, damnit. With that, she turned and moved to the hallway.
"You can hang out here for a while if you need to recuperate from my love slap," she called to him and slipped through the full-length mirror that hung on the wall to start her patrol for the night.
Stupid boys.
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