Let's Enjoy Until End (Closed for Apollo Wilde and LucianDevine)

[Apollo Wilde]

“Slink” was a pretty good description of what she was doing right now.

Okay, maybe “slinking” was a better word for it. "Creepin'" would also suffice.

Really, there was no other way to navigate a science lab after hours - stick to the shadows, stick to the places that the motion detectors were blind to. Turn up your tunes and keep going. It was like any other job that required focus and tuning out the rest of the world. Except there was more...benefit to actually being as close to invisible as possible. And that, well, she was pretty good at. It was really simple - know where to be. Who to talk to. Do your research. And, like anything else, dress for success. It's not that wearing a second skin, matte black cat suit would automatically mark her for a thief. Loose fabrics get hung up on things - and people who expect thieves expect smash and grab operators. Not someone with the tools to obviously finesse their way in and out. And the thing about these suits - unzip them, throw a t-shirt and tennis shoes on, and she looked like any other girl. It might be a little odd for her to be out this time of night, true, but there's always an excuse for that sort of thing. She wasn't worried.

Getting in was stupid easy - you’d think with all of the money that the government dumped into this place (because obviously it had something to do with the government), they’d be a little more aware of the glaring weaknesses in the security system. Or maybe they were just that overconfident that no one would try to break in. Either way, it was sloppy thinking. She'd cased the place for a few weeks before, acting like an errant delivery girl. Not one of her most creative roles, true, but always very effective. It was easy for anyone to get turned around here. A few bugs here, a few bugs there, and once she was gone, she had an entire scan of the place. They self-destructed after an hour, leaving little piles of dust, easily wafted away by folks moving around. She usually avoided using such pricey gadgets, but the payoff on this made it a necessary expense.

Nice payday or not, she couldn't help but to feel a little uneasy. It wasn't enough to stop her from stealing, of course, but it was enough for her act faster. In and out.

Man, if I ever decided to go straight, I’d make a killing in security. Pitiful. She fought the urge to audibly click her tongue. The motion detectors had a blind spot, but the audio on the cameras didn’t. It was better to be as quiet as possible. Actually, it wasn’t really an option as so much as mandatory. And it wouldn’t last for too much longer. Her prize was right in sight - a series of flash drives. Seemed almost primitive for a lab of this scale, but eh, she wasn’t here to question; she was here for a job

Oh, wait a minute. What was that?

She paused, backed up a few steps. My, my. Out of place here, but legitimate. She’d done her research when she cased the place a few days earlier. Part of the other reason why she took the job was because the lab worked with gems. Diamonds that didn’t make the cut jewelry-wise were often used in places like this - usually not anything to write home about. But this place was just experimenting with gems - growing them, mainly. And realistically, any scientist worth their salt could probably tell a fake from the real McCoy. But, still….she paused, letting herself get lost in the deep blue of the simulated sapphire. The thing had to have been as big as her fist.

Her lips pursed, a silent low whistle of appreciation. She’d grab it on the way back out. Not because she needed it, though. And, realistically...what would she do with a manufactured sapphire? It was gorgeous, she had to admit that, but any broker worth his salt would know it was a fake. So, as pretty as it was, it'd be in her best interest to leave it. The last thing she needed were any sort of complications with this job. Best to be in and out.

So, the next blind spot….ugh. That was something she wasn’t looking forward to. But there was no way around it. With an inaudible sigh, she sucked in her gut, slowly sank to her hands and knees, and crawled along the floor for tense minutes. Like everything else, she had to take it slow - keep her cool about her. The movies always had it all wrong - prancing around in high tech wet suits, ass in the air as the woman always slunk sensuously under red light beams. Yeah, that’s a perfect defense system - lighted lasers, because those can’t be avoided at all. In real life, those beams were invisible. The cigarette smoke trick to suss them out didn’t work, either. The good news about all of that was, that, well, those sort of set ups were incredibly expensive, and because of that, incredibly rare. This place, for example, didn’t have them.

Still didn’t mean that she didn’t wind up on the floor, creeping along.

Slowing her breathing, focusing on the chill of the floor, she moved forward. She’d sucked in her stomach, felt her breath pool there. Her yoga instructor would be so proud.

After an eternity there, she slowly rose to her feet. The flash drives were right in front of her. Almost too easy.

 

[LucianDevine]

Zeke let out a heavy sigh. He knew that he hadn't even been staring at the door for an hour, but he was already getting bored. He was a man of action, and if there was one thing men like him hated, it was standing around and waiting. The big problem with standing around was that it gave him time to think, and if there was one thing he didn't want to do right now, it was think. He would start out thinking about one thing or another, but in the end, his brain would always find it's way back to his former team.

With a soft sigh, Zeke shook his head. He knew that what had happened that day hadn't been his fault, but that didn't make it any easier.

The team had been on it's way home after a successful mission when they got the call. They were detoured, and before they knew it, they'd landed in yet another hostile territory. The mission itself had been simple enough, really just a group reconnaissance mission. All they had to do was gather some information, ask a few key questions to some unsuspecting people, and that would be the end of it. Then something went wrong...really wrong. Somebody asked the wrong question to the wrong person, or just as likely, said something stupid. He'd been watching through the scope of his sniper rifle, a gun that was of a bigger caliber than they needed for this mission, but it was the only one he'd brought for the previous mission, leaving him with no other alternative.

Everything had seemed to move in slow motion. He could see it all in his head...in perfect clarity, playing over and over. His teammate had turned their back and was walking away. The mark went to pull his gun, and Zeke fired. The man went down, and all hell broke loose. Zeke ejected the spent casing and locked another in place. His team was in a shootout in a shootout in the street. Zeke fired again and again, his aim true with every shot. It wasn't that he hadn't killed anybody before, and truthfully, he had no remorse for killing those men. Then he saw the woman walk out of the building closest to where the marks had been. She had a little girl in her arms, a girl that couldn't have been more than five years old. They were both covered in blood, and the little girl was motionless in her mothers arms. Zeke looked to the left, and with his scope, he could see the hole in the wall, the hole his higher caliber bullet had made when he shot the first guy. It had gone clear through the guy, and penetrated the thin wall of the adjoining building...

"Fuck..." Zeke said as he shook his head, trying to get the image out of his head, but with his eidetic memory, it would never leave. He remembered everything that he saw and heard, down to the finest detail.

"God dammit woman, get what you came for and get out here so I can run you in and be done with this." Zeke cursed softly to the woman inside the building, his mark.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

With the flash drives safely tucked away within an inner pocket of her suit, she slipped back out through the ceiling. She’d taken special care to set everything back in place - and really, save for the flash drives, it was as if no one had been there. And of course, she wasn’t going to leave a gap of space where the flash drives were. That was amateurish and sloppy. So she’d brought two of her own, filled to the brim with all sorts of silly little things. Recipes. Music. Some questionable porn. Sure, her actions might get someone fired, but it was easier than dealing with the heat from this fall out. People lost things every day. Even in high positions.

And, as bold as ever, she walked right through the side exit, not tripping a single alarm. That’s what the after-hours swipe card was for. She was dressed differently, though - a baggy t-shirt, tennis shoes. She’d look all the world for an employee that was on call and had to come in for a few minutes. Really, the thing about stealing was that in and out of itself it wasn’t very glamorous. The celebration and thrill came after knowing that the heist had been successful. Still, she couldn’t keep a certain element of smug swing out of her step as she walked away. She’d pulled her frizzed out hair back into a ponytail, wore glasses to add to the illusion of after-hours worker bee.

Even under the yellowed street lights, her figure was impressive; a careful cultivation of grace and sheer athleticism. Unknown to her, it was more of a giveaway that it was her than anything else. She wasn’t running now; wasn’t even walking hurriedly. She was patting her thighs down, looking for her car keys. There was no way she was going to take a cab or a bus home - not at this time of night - and the car wasn’t actually hers. It was a little burner car, one that was destined for a chop shop. And perfect for her needs. Securing her keys, she swung them idly around a finger tip as she continued down the street, taking a shortcut through an alley.

Unfortunately, that alley was in direct sights for Zeke....

 

[LucianDevine]

If Zeke hadn't seen the woman drive up and use her stolen key card to gain access to thee building, he might have started to doubt himself. Thankfully though, he had been over the blue-prints and checked out the security system, and he knew that it was easier for her to use the same door to exit that she had to enter. As such, he was ready when she finally came out the door.

To the casual observer, she could have been any average on call employee, right down to the glasses that she wore. Zeke was no casual observer though, and he was able to look past the clothes the woman wore, and see the slight difference in the way she walked, and the not so slight difference in her body type. An average computer company employee did not have a figure like that. No, this woman was a professional, just like him, and her body reflected her dedication to her craft. One couldn't get legs as toned as that sitting at a desk all day.

All of these thoughts ran through Zeke's mind as the woman approached the alley. He let himself drift slowly back in the alley, wanting to confront her in the middle of it, as opposed to edge.

"What took you so long?"

Zeke asked in a loud and confident voice once the woman was far enough into the alley. He stepped out of the shadows about ten feet in front of her, and met the woman's gaze with his own piercing deep blue one. He wore an outfit not outfit not unlike the one she'd worn when she entered the building. His pants were tight, but not enough to restrict the motion of the lean muscle that they accentuated. His shirt was short, barely reaching halfway down the equally lean muscle of his biceps. His black hair completed everything, cut high and tight in a common military style. He hadn't been the strongest person on his team, or the fastest, but he was smart, lithe, and agile. If this woman underestimated him, she would learn a valuable lesson very quickly.

"By my calculations, you should have been out here at least five minutes ago. What happened, did you miss a rotation or two of the cameras, and have to wait for another full rotation? Then again, I suppose it doesn't matter how long it took you to get here. The question is, are you going to come in quietly, or do we have to do things the hard way.?

The small talk was meant as more of a distraction than anything else. Even as he spoke them, he rotated his shoulders a bit and braced his back foot against the pavement. Whether she charged him or turned to run, he was ready for it.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Surprise melted into confidence as she faced him. She didn’t hold her hands up; merely stopped in her stride. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you were waiting to see me,” she purred, still swinging those car keys around her finger. He was dressed plainly enough, that was true, but she knew enough about the various heroes in town to know who he was. And, all the more noticeable, to recognize he was a few team members short. So, she’d play his little game. Kept her hands where he could see them, give him a sense of security.

“They let you off your leash tonight, I see. Either they don’t think I’m much of a threat, or you’re trying to make a name for yourself. I don’t know if I should feel flattered or insulted.” The alleyway wasn’t entirely dark, but it didn't have the best lighting, either. Highlights were painted in the pale orange of the streetlights, the warm glow of a business sign. Enough so even from where she was standing, she could see the firm muscles of his arms, and she let her eyes freely wander over him. Actually, she oogled him shamelessly, letting out a low whistle. Striding forward, she closed the distance between them, leaving about a foot of space between them. She was careful to slow down her steps, change her body language. The last thing she wanted to do was present herself as a threat (even though she was one), and honestly, idle curiosity had gotten the better of her. She’d never been this close to one of the heroes before, and without his back up, it was an enticing opportunity.

She was close enough now to catch faint lingering whispers of his aftershave, to see a bead of sweat along his hairline. And from her, in the slight city breeze, there was the smell of sweat, talc powder, and a deep, sweet smell of perfume oil. Sandalwood, musk, myrrh - it would be hard to tell. Her eyes, dark brown behind the useless lenses of the glasses, twinkled merrily as she ogled him freely. Reaching out, with a feather light touch, she pressed gently against his left pectoral, before removing her hand.

“So, you have to tell me, do they give you hero types physicals before you join, or is this all good luck?”

True, part of her M.O. was to flirt, use raw sex appeal to keep men off guard, but in this particular case, she couldn’t tell herself where the persona ended and who she actually was began. She did know she was curious enough to speak what was on her mind - and that was a rarity for sure from her. “And in response to your earlier question, I’m afraid I can’t go with you anywhere, unless you’re asking me to a late night round of pancakes. Which would be lovely, by the way,” and she looked…slightly embarrassed, but slightly encouraged by the prospect. Maybe she was being a bit more brazen than she normally would be. That was the fun thing about “costumes” - she could go out, be someone entirely different, and still have her true self, neatly tucked away, for the rest of her interactions. She’d take a deep breath now, lick her lips to calm her. As a thief, she shouldn’t be shy. She should just KNOW someone like him could be tempted. Might be considering taking her out for…pancakes. And then, potentially, maybeeeee, if she pushed it hard enough, he might find a creative use for that syrup.

 

[LucianDevine]

Zeke let out a soft chuckle at the woman's jokes. His smile was as confident as hers, and just as she didn't back down from him, neither did he back down from her.

"Little of both as it were, and as far as waiting for you, I prefer to catch my thieves red-handed. It ensures that my target goes down, no matter how rich or famous."

To say that the encounter was unusual was an understatement. When Zeke saw the woman ogling him, he gladly let his eyes wander over the full of her lithe body, especially now that he was close enough to truly appreciate it. A smirk came to his lips when he heard her complimentary whistle. The smirk left his face when she started walking towards him. His fingers twitched a bit when he saw her lift her hand, and every muscle in his body tensed when he felt the gentle press of her hand on his chest.

The woman's question about a physical actually made Zeke laugh. He smiled afterwards though. "Well, it would be awfully hard to do the things that we heroes do, you know, chasing, fighting, and catching bad guys if we didn't have certain physical requirements."

It was hard to say for certain, given the nature of who Zeke was dealing with, but he could have sworn that he saw a change in her when she started talking about...pancakes? He actually found it difficult to tell if she was joking or being serious. Furthermore, her physical closeness was also a distraction in and of itself. His nose caught the strong scent of her perfume, beneath that though, he caught the faint scent of perspiration. He had always loved working up a good sweat, and didn't mind showing it. Maybe...just this one time? Zeke furrowed his brow for a second before shaking his head and taking a single small step back.

"As far as pancakes go though, I don't think they're on the agenda for tonight. You and I have an appointment at the local police station, and it would be a darn shame if we missed it."

Though he was tempted to lunge at her, Zeke held back. The two of them were playing a very dangerous game, and a single reckless move could end badly for either of them.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Okay, so, he was very much intent on taking her away. That made sense. Didn’t do anything to stop that quick sting of rejection, or the inevitable flood of embarrassment that followed. Really, what did she expect? He was far too straight-laced. And really, he wouldn’t be looking at her like that - because, well, no one looked at her like that. That’s what she got for asking. Well.

As he took a step back, so did she. She used the moment to collect her thoughts, quell her emotions. “You need to find a new hobby,” she sniffed, her voice surprisingly even. So much so that it even caught her by surprise. He clearly was waiting for her to make a move - that’s how most of those heroes worked. And if it boiled down to hand to hand combat, he’d have the clear advantage. It’s not like she had spent years secreted away in a martial arts dojo. Hell, if she had that kind of money, she probably wouldn’t be stealing. So charging him was straight out. She wouldn’t be any kind of a thief if she hadn’t noted alternate escape routes, though. There were a few that she could get to. Again, though, the question of her ability to physically outrun him was a big one. He was in peak condition.

Hm.

She’d have to get him out of the way.

“Well, if it’s not for pancakes, I’m not going anywhere with you,” and she shifted her weight, relying on the strength of her back leg. She could get to her restraint system with a press of her fingers, but she’d need to create some sort of distraction, a feint to get his attention elsewhere. Well, no time like the present. Shifting her weight again, she came at him with a clumsy, well-telegraphed side kick, using her right foot. It was pure amateur hour - like a kid mimicking something she'd seen in a Bruce Lee movie. And if the kick wasn't bad enough, it was quickly followed with an equally clumsy punch from the left side. Well, at least she did that right - there was some sense of even weight distribution.

She had to do something to close the gap; get him to move in closer. And with the way he was standing, he was prepared for an attack of sorts. She tried to follow up the punch with an elbow strike, sending her right elbow to impact with either his throat or jaw.

 

[LucianDevine]

Zeke saw the way the woman shifted her weight to her back leg, and further prepared himself for what he knew was coming. What he didn't expect when the woman charged though, was how blatantly she telegraphed her intentions. He stood calmly as she charged, watched her plant her left foot and lift her right leg in a side-kick that was clumsy at best. He stepped forward with his left leg and lifted it as he dropped his left elbow, easily blocking the pathetic attempt.

The punch that came next had at least a little finesse, except for the way her arm swung out so wide. He lifted his right hand inside the motion of her arm and easily blocked it with minimal pressure on the inside of her elbow.

The right elbow that followed was a little unexpected, but slow enough for him to get both of his hands in front of it. He blocked it, and with an effortless motion, he used the momentum of her strike to sidestep past her, twisting her arm back around her back as he pulled her in close and brought his left arm around and across her upper chest.

"You didn't honestly think that was going to work did you?" He whispered against her neck without a hint of hurried breathing, as he held her close against him, the scent of her perfume that much stronger with him holding her so close. He felt the stirrings of arousal, both from the scent and their close proximity, but pushed those thoughts aside for now.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

While he wasn’t breathing heavily, she was. Or at least feigned it very well. Under the steel press of his arm, her chest heaved up and down, and she openly panted. Realistically, it was hardly enough to really work up a sweat in anyone who was trained, but for her, it was a little bit more exertion than she would have wanted. After all, she had been creeping about a laboratory not all that long ago, and contorting such as she did wasn’t the easiest feat in the world. However, that flexibility would serve her well now. Her lithe form wiggled against him, half-suggestively, half testing how firm his hold was. He was still keeping his distance - she could use that.

Well, until she pressed the roll of her rear into his crotch.

Hm.

That was…unexpected. Or maybe it should have been. It was just a natural physical reaction. There’s no way someone like him could be aroused by someone like her; persona or not, she wasn’t…that type of girl. Not like she didn’t WANT to be, but people in Hell want ice water. The cloud of her hair pressed into his face, redolent with the sweet smell of jasmine. She’d ignore what was happening against her butt and chalk it up to mere physicality. Like those plant leaves that snapped shut when you touched them.

She chuckled at him, pressing her body firmly against his. The closer she got to him, the more liable he was to loosen his grip a bit. “Not precisely what I wanted, no, but…” She wriggled her pinned arm a bit behind her, testing his grip. “But you are using a little bit of undue force there.” She hoped he’d take the bait; if he loosened up just a bit, she’d be able to get to her restraints…

 

[LucianDevine]

Try as he might, Zeke was anything but immune to the sight before him. From where he was, he had about as perfect a view of her heaving chest as one could ask for. He felt a strong and sudden desire to let his arm across her chest wander just a little bit lower... Before he had time to think about why he should or shouldn't do that though, he felt her squirm in his grasp and against him. It didn't matter whether or not she'd been able to feel his arousal up until that point, but once he felt the full press of her body against his, particularly her shapely ass against the noticeable bulge in his tight pants, he knew that there was no way she could have missed it.

Thankfully though, the woman's chuckle offered up a bit of a distraction. He heard her speak and felt her slow squirms, both her upper body and lower body, as well as the arm that he held so securely.

"Oh, am I?" He asked once more against her neck as the smell of jasmine flooded his senses. "I had no idea that I was supposed to hold back when I was dealing with a world-class thief.

As he spoke, Zeke lightened up his grip a little and rotated his wrist just a touch with the intention of getting a better, and even more firm grip on her wrist.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

“A world-class thief? Is that what they’re calling me nowadays? Well, I’d certainly say that calls for a pancake dinner,” she chuckled. And truly, it was news to her. She always figured herself small-time, pretty low tier. She knew what to take and when to take it, and tried her best not to leave calling cards. That’s how you got caught. Maybe he honestly had her confused for someone else. It wasn’t like she was the only thief in town, and she didn’t realllyyyy have that much of a pattern as to what she took or when she took it. If anything, she figured, she had a streak of the good old fashioned Robin Hood in her - stole from the rich to give to the less fortunate. Like, well, herself. And others. Really, there were others. Karma could be a bitch, and she figured she better keep herself in some good graces.

But, his loosening his grip was all she needed. She slipped her hand out of his grasp, and turned to face him. In one smooth movement, she pressed a button on her right wrist, and her restraints snaked out, wrapping about his upper body, down the sides of his chest, and constricting around the inside of his thighs. “Don’t struggle; they’ll get tighter if you do,” and in her voice was a mild note of concern. These things were great against low-level thugs, but against a hero, there was no telling. And the last thing she wanted was to be responsible for a hurt hero; that’d call down the wrath of all of them on her. And while she may have a certain array of toys, she certainly had no means to take care of a group of wrathful supers.

Stepping over to him, she slipped her fingers under one of the loops of rope, tugging on it. It gave, ever so slightly. “This is just dynamic climbing rope,” she said, continuing to tug gently at it, moving her way around him. “There’s a little give, but not much. I’m sure there are other modifications to it, but I know the base alone is dynamic climbing rope. Will take a beating, but still hold up.” It was wrapped tightly about him, but not so much that it’d be uncomfortable. Stepping behind him, she gave a slight tug to one of the loops that snaked from his hips and looped about his upper thigh, cutting into his groin. The slight tug would rub against him, prod gently against his burgeoning erection.

She tugged at it a little more, appreciative of how it curled around his thighs, brought out the musculature of his legs and the firm roundness of his own ass. Her fingers twitched, eager to touch, eager to explore, but, come on. That’d be assault. As if tying him up wasn’t enough, but good lord, look at him - all of that power, and all it took was just a tiny bit of rope to put him at her mercy. Somewhat. She shook her head a little, trying to clear her mind. Yeah. Those thoughts were totally wholesome and savory.

Walking around to the front of him, she was thankful that the darkness of the alley helped obscure some of the heat that had risen to her cheeks. “So…”

 

[LucianDevine]

Zeke realized his mistake a second too late. His hand closed around empty air instead of her wrist, and in the brief second that it took him to realize what had happened, he saw and felt her twist out from under his other arm and turn to face him. He saw her reach for something on her right wrist, and not knowing what it was, for it could literally have been anything, he tried to back away from her. It was far too late for that though, and the feel of the restraints wrapping around first his chest, and then down the rest of his body was more than evidence of that. His first instinct was naturally to fight. Her worse gave him some pause though. He had no reason to trust what she said, but at this point, he no other options.

It was bad enough being bound as he was, truly torn between whether or not he was supposed to take her advice or fight against it. Sadly though, things got worse when she tugged at one of the strands wrapping around his upper thigh. He knew that she wasn't lying about what would happen if he fought the ropes after that, because he felt the rope tighten around his inner thigh. He let out a soft gasp when he felt the firm material rub against his prominent erection. Whether the gasp was from surprise, pain, or arousal, even he didn't know.

The muscles in Zeke's legs tightened as the woman kept at that strand of rope a couple more times. He felt it tighten, accentuating everything around it, from the definition of the muscles in his legs to the erection that she had clearly noticed...

Zeke's hands balled into fists at the predicament that he found himself in. His head lifted as he saw the woman walk back around in front of him. The shadows hid most of her face, but there could be no mistake that she was looking at him, waiting for god knows what.

"So what now?" Zeke asked her as he flexed his arms just a little, testing the tensile strength of his bonds while trying to pull on them as little as possible.

"You ride off into the sunset to sell your prize to the highest bidder and leave me here to be found and at the mercy of the first person to walk by?"

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Uh, wow.

The minute she walked around to the front, her eyes had strayed to his erection and stayed there. Any sense of decorum had fled, and she stared, slightly open-mouthed, at the tell-tale bulge under his pants.

“Those don’t leave anything to the imagination, do they?” she finally stammered, her voice nervous, with the thinnest thread of desire. So thin that it could have been imagined. Clearing her throat, she ran a hand over her face, feeling her cheeks burning under the cool flesh of her palm. “Um…” she cleared her throat again. Then again, as she forced her eyes upwards. Closing them for a moment, she kept her head tilted up. The longer she stared at him, the more she wanted to palm his erection, feel it pulse under her fingertips….and she had to get it together. The fact he was causing such a reaction was troublesome, at the very least.

Clearing her throat again, she opened her eyes and forced herself to look directly into his. The intensity of his blue eyes, combined with his currently vulnerable position, did not help her calm down. Not in the slightest. She moved to stand in front of him, closer now. The restraints kept him upright; the last thing she wanted was to knock him off balance and leave him truly helpless. Though she was shorter than him, she pressed her body boldly to his, his erection prodding against the sleek juncture between her thighs. She was playing with fire; she knew it. Wasn’t going to stop her, though. And just this, well, it could be written off as an honest mistake. The gentle rub turned into a deliberate, slow grind, her pushing gently against him, rolling her hips into his - unintentional, maybe.

He’d feel something warm pressed into his right hand. “I’m not so bad as to leave you here without means of getting loose. I need to buy myself some time. You understand that, don’t you?” There was concern in her voice; her persona was slipping, bit by bit. What he was doing to her at such a close proximity was blinding her, taking her confidence away. And, for the first time in her life, she was dimly aware that she too, might just be subject to raw sexual desire. That, she didn’t know what to do with.

In his hand, she’d slipped a small pocket knife. It would be more than enough for him to cut himself free, though he might have a time of it. “Until we meet again,” she said, her voice actually flustered now. Rather than escaping because she needed to meet her buyer, this was an escape before she did something rash. This close to him, noticing the beads of sweat on his body, the thick shape of his brows, the dips and curves of his lips, the square of his jaw….yeah. It had to be some sort of supers rule that you couldn’t join unless you were some perfect physical specimen, and with some regret, she knew, well, if it was any other position, anywhere else, someone like him wouldn’t give her a second look.

Once the knife was securely with him, she dashed off, running faster than she thought she’d be capable of, given her recent exertions. She had to get out of there, and get out of there fast. What in the hell had just happened?

 

[LucianDevine]

As if the humiliation of knowing that the woman had noticed his arousal wasn't bad enough... hearing her speak about it so bluntly, and literally stare at it had him blushing. He didn't dare look away though. He was not going to give her that satisfaction at least. No, he stared at her as intently as she literally stared at bulge in his pants.

Though the effect that their interaction was having on the woman was somewhat evident, Zeke never would have guessed that it was having as big of an effect as it was having on him. When she stepped back into the light proper though, and approached him, he could see a matching flush on her cheeks as well.

What exactly he expected her to do when she came so close, he didn't exactly know, but Zeke never would have expected to feel her press herself against him, even if he was currently helpless. He bit back a sigh when he felt the press of her breasts against his chest through the fabric of their clothing, and it took everything he had to resist the urge to moan when he felt her lean so close that the bulge of his erection was actually brushing against the apex of her inner thighs, a place where he wanted to...Zeke clenched his fists even tighter as he tried to force the thoughts from his head, an action made impossible when he felt the slow and deliberate motion of her hips grinding herself against him. If he hadn't been in danger of falling over, he might even have returned the motion...

The feeling of something warm being pressed against his hand forced his fist to slowly open. He could tell what it was by the feel of it, but he almost didn't believe it, even after he heard her speak. There was something about her voice that was different too. It seemed a little less sultry and seductive, and actually sounded like it contained a hint of genuine concern, something he might have doubted if not for the knife she'd just handed to him.

The woman's words came just before her departure. He saw her turn and run without looking back, and he still couldn't resist the urge to observe and once more appreciate the sight of her toned body. He watched the muscles of her legs as they moved with each stride before she disappeared into the shadows and was gone.

Once the woman was gone from his sight, there was really only one thing left for Zeke to do. It was going to take him far longer than he would have preferred to cut himself loose, but given the fact that she hadn't had to give him the knife in the first place, he really wasn't in any position to argue.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

A different lab, a different side of town.

She’d use the same method that she had a few weeks prior - forged badge, leaving a replacement behind. This time, rather than flash drives, she was actually after a small tool of sorts. It looked to her like a child’s ray gun - well, a cross between a child’s ray gun and a telescope. It was really bizarre, the more she looked at it. And getting a replica made of it wasn’t cheap. She ended up having to fudge some of the finer details herself. With something like this, she had to retreat back to her workshop. She was, in her downtime, a bit of a sculptor. It never hurt to be a jack of all trades.

This lab was a bit easier to break into; there’d be no need for slinking about this go-round. She’d planned it better, had been recognized in a persona that she crafted specifically for this gig. No one would think twice about a hapless intern coming in after hours. Especially considering that she’d spent the time to make sure that this particular girl was known as a klutz. That was the way to do things. Again, not as glamorous - and to a point, she wondered when she’d get back to stealing things that were fun. What was the point of this without some excitement? Maybe she should look into another line of work. With all of the planning, crafting, stretching, prep - it was seriously starting to lose its edge. At least with a few more jobs with these, she’d be able to call it quits for now. Or at least until something more exciting came along.

Speaking of exciting…

Just what was that a few weeks ago?

It was…unusual. Not that the details of the supers personal lives was readily available on the ‘net. For all she knew, he had some sort of fetish. But he certainly looked surprised to end up tied up. And well, if he’d gotten an erection before, it was just a sensory thing. Guys got erections for no reason. And they’d been rubbing up against each other in very tight clothes. So really, that made sense. Come on. Why would someone that looked like him ever be interested in her, besides bringing her in?

That smoldering look he’d given her, strict defiance, flavored with just a dash of embarrassment. It’d been a look that stayed with her - and if she was being honest, one that flittered across her imagination when she used her various toys to take the edge off the day. The first time, it’d come as a surprise to her. By the third or fourth, she realized she was actively looking to recreate those moments, looking for that glare he gave her. For the scarlet cheeks, bulge of flesh under his tight pants. For the warmth he pressed against her…from there, her imagination had taken wing. It was difficult to reign in once the toys were away, hands were washed, hair smoothed back out. Besides, she had to remind herself, it was just a fluke. Strange things happened. There had to be some sort of club out there, a “Supers Boners Anonymous” that she could phone in with. Ugh.

She slipped the duplicate weapon in place of the original, tested the weight. There were no cameras this time; just audio. What was with these places and primitive means of security? Well, primitive if you were an intern. If she had been a slapdash thief, her job would have been infinitely more difficult. But this? Slip in, slip out. She put the original item in her shoulder bag and walked out, sparing one last parting glance at the replica she’d made. Really, it had been one of her finest, and she found herself loathe to part with it. Part of being an artist, she supposed.

Like the last heist, she unhurriedly walked out to yet another burner car. This time, she’d be in plain sweats and an oversized t-shirt. She’d strapped her breasts down, added padding to her butt and thighs to give the appearance of a fuller figure. She even went so far as to get a wig. Not like disguises were the best of her forte, but it never hurt. And she knew enough not to be readily recognized, at least. Not like she was the type of person that people noticed to begin with, but you could never be too sure. All she knew was that she’d be more than thrilled to get the hell out of all of this crap and call it a night with late night t.v. and that pint of chai ice cream she had in the freezer.