City of HeroesVillains vignette written for my girlfriend...the antagonist of the piece is her character (though she doesn't actually play...long story). Big, Big, huge thanks to Lara for betaing it for me.
Not sure how enjoyable/sexy this is to someone without 'inside knowledge', but what the hell...
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FlashdownShe hadn't expected it. It'd happened too quickly for expectation. She'd caught a glimpse of the robber, let loose her mystic energy...but the thief had already evaded, already closed the distance. Something hot and sharp tore through the blue lycra of her costume, and down the superheroine went.
She craned her neck around, trying to get a glimpse of her conqueror.
"Who...are you...?" The heroine asked, a dark shape at the edge of her vision.
"Who are you?" The villain's voice was low, but undeniably female.
"Arc...Arc Flash..." The heroine answered.
There was the rustle of fabric, an evaluating 'hmmm' from the thief. Arc Flash was suddenly aware of the other woman's hands.
"What...are you..." She asked. The robber didn't answer, but the heroine could feel the other woman's body heat, the nudge of a breast, brief contact with a tight, apparently bare stomach.
Her fists clenched, grabbing fingerfulls of office-blue carpetting.
"It isn't fatal." The thief assured. "I'd still keep pressure on it, if I were you."
The brief touches ceased, the body heat faded away.
"What..." Arc Flash started. She realized she was trembling. It wasn't shock. Shock was a cold, distant, feeling. "...what're you going to do to me?"
Silence from the villain, but no departing footsteps, either. The heroine felt an odd relief.
There was another rustle of clothing, another sudden...presence...against her, not quite touching.
Lip's fluttered against Arc Flash's ear. She'd only thought the hands had been warm. Her toes curled tightly in her electric-blue boots.
"Nothing." The thief whispered, and the presence withdrew.
"But wha..." Arc Flash gasped and rolled herself over, hair falling into her face. Through the curtain of blonde she could see the thief's dark locks and cowboy hat, the confident stride, the trench coat that concealed almost every other detail.
She brushed the hair out of her face, then blinked, for her assailant was already gone.
Arc-Flash let out a moan not inspired by her wound, then fell unconscious.
End