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[ DRAFT 16 ] The Woman's Work Is Never Done
Buffet is open again, and the library is next.
Miniature golf course and deck seventeen are still closed until further notice.
[That said and done, Meth was going to enjoy the rest of her day off and retreated to her treehouse.]
Miniature golf course and deck seventeen are still closed until further notice.
[That said and done, Meth was going to enjoy the rest of her day off and retreated to her treehouse.]
no subject
He shrugs a shoulder.]
Bored men do crazy things. Besides, you've got me curious about this big ol' debt of mine.
[Smug Tyler is smug. He remembers all too well what happened last time they met.]
[o right, comment log]
Well like I said, it can go one of a few ways.
Since you didn't make me hunt you down, those unpleasant things that no one likes can be ruled out. The ones you...tolerate [She's using that word loosely.] are still in the running.
[She ended the sentence on a note as if to imply there was a third option. Tyler wasn't the only one that remembered their last encounter.]
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Don't tell me there's no option number three?
[We're not distracted at a--*stares at picture*]
She wasn't one to back down from something like that, however, and counters it with one of her own.]
Option number three is I give you that turn you mentioned the first time we met, and see if you can impress me enough to forget about options one and two. Picking option three and failing means I go back to one of those two. My choice, my judgment.
[There, the gauntlet was thrown.]
[My work here is done. |D]
What she is capable of is far too tempting to turn down.]
Option three is an interesting prospect. Option two however, wins me over. Besides, it's not 'punishment' if I'm having too much fun now is it.
[This time.]
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I never said it had to be punishment, just that you owed me. But since you prefer option two...
[Her soda can was empty, and she lifted it with her power before sending it at his forehead with enough power to crush the can and then some. It dropped to the ground after, significantly smaller.]
I may just accommodate that.
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The can crushing against his forehead comes as a surprise. Involuntarily, Tyler takes a step back and grips the railing for support. Once the can hits the ground, he brings a hand to his forehead and casts Meth an unimpressed look.]
That wasn't quite what I had in mind.
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The look he gave her made Meth smirk, pleased to find one thing that he hadn't liked very much. Her hand reached for the doorknob of the tree house's door, and she pulled it open.]
You were expecting something more like this?
[Meth used a burst of power to abruptly push Tyler off his feet into the room.]
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He's flying backwards, losing his footing fast and landing with a thud on the ground. Once there, Tyler lies winded and grinning. Laughter doesn't seem to agree with him right now but if he could, he would.]
That's more like it.
[The statement doesn't have quite the force he'd intended and comes out as more of a wheeze.]
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[She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her with the heel of her foot. Arms crossed over her chest, Meth looked down at Tyler. He was sprawled on the floor of her tree house and that was appealing in all sorts of ways.
Meth walked over to Tyler and kicked him in the side. The move was casual. She hadn't put a lot of power behind it, but then she was only warming up.]
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The kick is taken with a grunt and he rolls onto his side. He's lucky that she got his ribs more than his stomach region, else Tyler might have been winded as well as in pain. This is perhaps unlucky for Meth, given that Tyler is still able to move without wheezing.
His hand reaches out to snatch her ankle in its grasp. With a forceful tug, Tyler yanks on her ankle, intent of making Meth lose her footing and join him on the floor.]
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Meth then rolled onto her side intent on kicking Tyler again, or kneeing him, hitting, anywhere she could reach or get to.]
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Somewhere in the middle of it all, Tyler manages to speak.]
Payback for the can crush.
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It was with a tight smile, teeth grit, that she rolled up to her knees while he was still defending himself. She pushed him onto his back and sat on his chest quickly, placing one leg on either side of his body.
Then she just started punching him in the face. Her pace wasn't quick, but steady as she threw blow after blow.]
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For someone as small as she was, Meth packed a decent punch. One hit, two hits, three, they just kept on coming. In a determined move, Tyler reached to catch one of her fists and sat up, getting his bloody face right up in hers.]
You're a violent little thing, aren't you?
[Tyler grinned, lip split for the 4th time that week.]
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Yes, and that's why you like me. That's why you came here.
[She noticed his split lip, and idly wondered how long she could keep it from healing. With that in mind, she closed the distance between them, touching her lips to his before she grasped his lower lip between her teeth as before.]
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His other hand still holds her fist, just in case she's gearing up for another strike. Not that he would mind, but with his lip between her teeth, the action could take this horribly south.]
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Originally she'd been intending to distract him with all of this and then rear up to continue hitting him in the face, but Meth didn't really want to anymore. It was much more fun to gnaw on his lower lip some, and then slide her tongue over it. Again, it was something she'd done last time, but Meth enjoyed doing so, and felt no need to switch up her routine to impress Tyler.
This wasn't about him after all. Right now, what Meth was enjoying was toying with his mouth, and of course that she was on top. Meth wasn't dead. She appreciated the contact as much as the next woman would.]
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Smooth sailing. Tyler can continue without worry.
He responds with a little more force than before, his own tongue sliding out to meet his lips, her lips, her tongue. The taste of blood triggers another sound and his hand shifts to idly run his fingertips slowly up and down her spine.]
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Meth felt the touch of his tongue soon enough, and she chose that moment to slide hers past his lips, tasting and exploring his mouth. The hand at her back drew shivers up and down her spine, and Meth's body shuddered in an involuntary reaction.
Carefully, Meth tried to draw her hand free of his.]
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Between the work of her mouth and the shiver, it was impossible for Tyler not to be aroused. Given the proximity, he'd be damn surprised if she hadn't picked up on that fact. He released her hand, bringing his own to fall to Meth's hip to firmly get a hold on the girl.]
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She rather liked him as he was at that moment. Tyler was beneath her and aroused (yes she'd picked up on that fact) and part of that, she was sure, was because of their rougher activities. Her teeth on that lip, which she was sure would never heal at this rate, had to have contributed as well.
Meth shifted her hips above Tyler, restless, as his fingers pressed into her hip. She drifted from his mouth then and started traveling toward the fleshy side of his neck instead.
In the back of her mind, she wondered if punching him again or slapping him would spur him into kicking things up a notch with her or something.]
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Not bad at all.
[He growled the words by her ear, unable to keep himself from grinning and shifted his hands to hitch under the material of her top and tug clothing upwards. That they were both still fully dressed was a bother to him. He was getting too worked up for the pace they were moving at.]
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[Meth was just fine with helping Tyler get her top off. She straightened up and with an impatient move, grasped the shirt he was already lifting, and stripped it off.
His shirt was next. Meth grabbed the hem of his top and started tugging it up. Her eyes moved down, taking in the skin she was exposing there with obvious curiosity. Would there be scars? Healing cuts? Bruises?]
Sit up.
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He discarded the shirt off to the side and reached to run his hands down her sides. Tyler smirked at her, satisfied with the view the lack of clothing presented before leaning in to catch her lips again while his fingers shifted to the clasp of her bra.]
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