Nene gave Ifrit an odd look. "That was the whole date?" she asked, in a voice that strongly suggested disbelief. "Paintball, then comparing
notes?" The fey nodded, a soft smile on her face. "But... You were flirting madly with her on the task force. You kissed her," she pointed out.
"Why yes, I did, didn't I?" Ifrit agreed with a fond smile at the memory. "Tall, strong, rather aggressive..."
"And you two weren't in the 'casual flirting' Sachie and I usually roll with," Nene protested. "You were going well beyond that and
into the 'making out' phase. There was kissing, there was movement of hands and squeezing of extremities," she explained, making interesting
gestures with her hands. Her smile widening, Ifrit leaned back on the couch, watching her lover pace across the living room. "There was no restraint
involved!"
The fey tilted her head to the side. "Actually, there was." Nene looked over. "Not tackling you to the ground at the center of Cimorea,"
she pointed out, her smile turning somewhat eager as she looked Nene over, eyes gleaming. The redhead snorted and rolled her eyes. "What? It's true.
It would be the perfect place for such things."
"When you're in a mood, you're a weird one," Nene sighed. "Here I am, almost convinced you're going to shift our relationship into a
three-way, and you end up just hanging out with a friend, learning a few tricks, and making a new costume. It's almost like... you were... going that way
from the beginning..." she whispered, a look of dawning realization appearing on her face as she stopped pacing and turned back to find that Ifrits smile
had become much more playful. "You, you..."
"The term you're looking for is 'set you up,'" Ifrit replied with a giggle. Nene's jaw dropped. "Sammys reactions were so very
helpful. You were both convinced..." There was a brief squeak from the hallway as both Neko and Alice clamped their hands over Sammys mouth, and Ifrit
giggled again. "The stammering and the blushing and the horrified expressions, and your shock and disbelief and confusion..." the giggle turned into
a full, sultry laugh, before she rolled to the side to avoid Nenes tackle. "Why, there was almost steam coming out of your hardsuit!" she laughed,
standing up and backing away, ducking under the thrown seat cushion.
Nene stood up, towering over her lover (With the help of the couch as a platform, of course), and pointed at the fey dramatically. "For the crime of
playing sneaky and sexy, I demand vengeance!" she declared, even as she was unable to keep the smile off her own face. "Prepare yourself Ifrit
Barnes, for justice comes for you!"
Giggling, Ifrit backed towards the balcony. "You have to catch me first," she warned. "Don't worry, I won't fly. It has to be somewhat
fair, after all... but I should note something first."
Nene gave her a cautious look. "And that would be?" she asked.
"Besides being a magnificent kisser, Sachie also taught me a few tricks," the fey replied, before leaping off the balcony, flipping in midair, and
falling towards the street below, leaping off several other balconies along the way. When she reached the street, she landed on a fence and raced along it in
the half-crouch that those in the hero business had nicknamed the 'ninja run'. Laughing to herself as she leapt over a road and landed on another
fence, she glanced behind her and blinked at the sight of Nene running along the fence, barely twenty feet behind her.
"What, you think I wasn't able to talk her into showing off a little?" Nene called out. Ifrit laughed again, delighted, before she jumped, used a
surprised Hellion as a springboard, and launched herself back up to the rooftops. Nene was right behind her, using a second Hellion the same way, promising
glorious vengeance.
Back on the balcony of the Barnes household, three catgirls watched them vanish into the evening, all shaking their heads in amusement. "Ah, young
love," Neko chuckled.
"And I thought Sammy and I were meant to be the immature ones."
"Yeah, I thought that too hey!"
notes?" The fey nodded, a soft smile on her face. "But... You were flirting madly with her on the task force. You kissed her," she pointed out.
"Why yes, I did, didn't I?" Ifrit agreed with a fond smile at the memory. "Tall, strong, rather aggressive..."
"And you two weren't in the 'casual flirting' Sachie and I usually roll with," Nene protested. "You were going well beyond that and
into the 'making out' phase. There was kissing, there was movement of hands and squeezing of extremities," she explained, making interesting
gestures with her hands. Her smile widening, Ifrit leaned back on the couch, watching her lover pace across the living room. "There was no restraint
involved!"
The fey tilted her head to the side. "Actually, there was." Nene looked over. "Not tackling you to the ground at the center of Cimorea,"
she pointed out, her smile turning somewhat eager as she looked Nene over, eyes gleaming. The redhead snorted and rolled her eyes. "What? It's true.
It would be the perfect place for such things."
"When you're in a mood, you're a weird one," Nene sighed. "Here I am, almost convinced you're going to shift our relationship into a
three-way, and you end up just hanging out with a friend, learning a few tricks, and making a new costume. It's almost like... you were... going that way
from the beginning..." she whispered, a look of dawning realization appearing on her face as she stopped pacing and turned back to find that Ifrits smile
had become much more playful. "You, you..."
"The term you're looking for is 'set you up,'" Ifrit replied with a giggle. Nene's jaw dropped. "Sammys reactions were so very
helpful. You were both convinced..." There was a brief squeak from the hallway as both Neko and Alice clamped their hands over Sammys mouth, and Ifrit
giggled again. "The stammering and the blushing and the horrified expressions, and your shock and disbelief and confusion..." the giggle turned into
a full, sultry laugh, before she rolled to the side to avoid Nenes tackle. "Why, there was almost steam coming out of your hardsuit!" she laughed,
standing up and backing away, ducking under the thrown seat cushion.
Nene stood up, towering over her lover (With the help of the couch as a platform, of course), and pointed at the fey dramatically. "For the crime of
playing sneaky and sexy, I demand vengeance!" she declared, even as she was unable to keep the smile off her own face. "Prepare yourself Ifrit
Barnes, for justice comes for you!"
Giggling, Ifrit backed towards the balcony. "You have to catch me first," she warned. "Don't worry, I won't fly. It has to be somewhat
fair, after all... but I should note something first."
Nene gave her a cautious look. "And that would be?" she asked.
"Besides being a magnificent kisser, Sachie also taught me a few tricks," the fey replied, before leaping off the balcony, flipping in midair, and
falling towards the street below, leaping off several other balconies along the way. When she reached the street, she landed on a fence and raced along it in
the half-crouch that those in the hero business had nicknamed the 'ninja run'. Laughing to herself as she leapt over a road and landed on another
fence, she glanced behind her and blinked at the sight of Nene running along the fence, barely twenty feet behind her.
"What, you think I wasn't able to talk her into showing off a little?" Nene called out. Ifrit laughed again, delighted, before she jumped, used a
surprised Hellion as a springboard, and launched herself back up to the rooftops. Nene was right behind her, using a second Hellion the same way, promising
glorious vengeance.
Back on the balcony of the Barnes household, three catgirls watched them vanish into the evening, all shaking their heads in amusement. "Ah, young
love," Neko chuckled.
"And I thought Sammy and I were meant to be the immature ones."
"Yeah, I thought that too hey!"