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"You wanna train with the Sergeant, mama? I don't think you know what you're askin' for," Rodeo says, lifting his free hand to point to a fading bruise on his cheekbone. "He's got a couple o' killer fists, my brother, and he don't know how to play fight neither. I give him one lil slap and I get my lights knocked out." Rodeo's smirk widens though, because even if Lita can't meet Sarge, it ain't like Rodeo hasn't told his brother a thing or two about her. "He knows 'bout you. Hot lil doctor. Wasn't too pleased 'bout you keepin' me out all night, though. Bet he'd have some words for you 'bout that."
Lita takes a rest and Rodeo lets her, lowering the mitt as he watches her catch her breath. One small moment of imagining her breathless from other activities, and then he snaps himself back to reality. But the effort is futile-- she's talking about sleepovers and his mind is right back in the gutter. He can't help finding himself drawn to the idea, though. It's not just about the stuff of his dirty daydreams finally coming true, but about how sweet it'd felt to wake up next to her on that couch in the empty library, her face buried in his shirt and his arms tight around her.
"I'm glad you stayed, too," he admits. He's not sure she believes him, but as frustrating as it had been to know she was in danger, the fact that she stood her ground made her all the more incredible to him. "I know I been a pain in the ass about it, but I really like how you didn't let nobody chase you outta your place. I got respect for that." Rodeo takes off the focus mitt, dropping his eyes to his hands as he does because this next part has him feeling a bit bashful. "But I been thinkin' bout that night we spent in the library, and about what you said to me... about me bein' the only man you'd let in your room." Rodeo sets the mitt down on the bench beside them, then brings his eyes back up to Lita's face. "And I been thinkin', I mean that sleepover would be real nice, but I been thinkin'... you know. That maybe you could be my lady."