Literally Pirateninja (shadowcat) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-27 16:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, commander tyra shepard, kitty pryde (shadowcat) |
"Are you flirting with me, Miss Pryde?"
Who: Kitty and Shepard.
What: Kitty has dreams, gets followed by a blonde agent, hooks up with Shepard, and then there's a fight outside a lesbian club.
When: Tuesday
Where: Around town, and in a club
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for lady-boners
Warnings: Shepard tries to dance. Oh, and mild violence
Since the dreams had started, Kitty's morning workout had gotten more intense. Push-ups, sit-ups, crunches and stretches. She moved her body through forms, and she jogged around the complex. She liked what it had done to her body, toning and hardening it. The girl-abs she'd developed she was particularly prideful of. In reality it was as much to escape the dreams as it was to get her body into a shape to compare what she'd dreamed of.
It was just one excuse as to why she hadn't talked to Xi'an about sharing a bedroom, but a big one.
This morning it hadn't been enough. They'd revolved around Ilyana again. She felt guilty. For ignoring her and her brother. For not writing or calling. She hadn't wanted to deal with the awkward around Ilyana's brother. That excuse was as weak as the ones with Wisdom. Really, she wasn't sure how Xi'an put up with her, and half-wondered when she'd hurt this lover, too.
Dejected, Kitty went for a ride on her bike. She passed through Santa Ana but didn't stop for any fights. She'd only done one since the first time, and then there'd been the incident with Wisdom.
Kitty felt increasingly like there were different parts of her all warring for control. There was Shadowcat, lover of trouble and fierce combatant. There was the Kitty who'd grown tired and bitter over a youth lost. And there was the Kitty who craved nothing more than warm arms and a comfy couch to curl up on.
She went into work frustrated, and by the end of the day that frustration had bloomed into anger. As she drove home, she got the impression she was being followed. It was dark, and she pulled into a club, heading inside. It was quickly apparent this was a dyke bar, and Kitty snorted in amusement. Watching couples dance, she wondered if Xi'an knew how, or if she'd even want to.
A few moments later, a black car parked outside, and a man and a woman got out. The two conversed for a moment, before the woman headed inside. She was blonde, her hair in a severe cut. She wore a black suit and immediately drew a lot of attention her way. This worked to Kitty's advantage - she couldn't have picked a better place to draw a woman in a suit into.
"I can sense so much lady-boner in this room right now," Kitty remarked.
The woman standing next to her let out a laugh, "No kidding." Shepard looked Kitty over with a smile. She'd come in mostly for a drink but also to be among her own for awhile. Not for the first time that night she wished she'd snatched Liara, for terrible dancing and drinks. And for the perpetual state of blushing that would probably result.
Kitty looked the other woman over. There was a hardness in her eyes that had nothing to do with the scars or the oddly colored hair. There was also a tiredness that she found incredibly familiar. In her dream world she'd seen it in the mirror more times than she could count.
"I'm pretty sure she's looking for me. Can I steal you for a dance?"
Shepard flashed Kitty a grin, "A dance is all it'll have to be."
Something in her voice made Kitty start, and she squinted her eyes. The voice was so distinctive, but she had to be sure, "I feel like I've met you before. I'm Kitty."
"Tyra. Tyra Shepard." The commander raised both her eyebrows, "Well isn't that a coincidence?" She shot a look at the blonde woman, who was trying to disentangle herself from several women, "A dance sounds wonderful."
"Fancy meeting you here. I never thanked you properly," Kitty took Tyra's hand, and led her out to the dance floor. What followed was probably the most terrible dancing experience Kitty had ever witnessed or partaken in. For a woman who could manuever through a battle with precision, grace and skill, Shepard lacked any sense of rythym. It served it's purpose in helping them get lost in the crowd. Somehow, despite the bruise on her cheek from the marine's flailing and the incredibly sore toes from them constantly being stepped on.
"I should thank you." Shepard gave Kitty a tight smile, "The door is probably being watched. Any idea who she is?"
Kitty shook her head. It was actually a lie. The woman was familiar, but the mutant didn't want to get into that right now. Whatever that woman wanted, it couldn't be good.
Sensing her hesitation, Tyra shot Kitty a look. It was the look of 'I know you know something, and you know you know something, and you know I know you know something.'
Shrugging a shoulder, Kitty whispered, "If she's anything like the person she resembles in my dreams, she's bad news bear."
"Bad news bear. Got it." Shepard started dancing them towards the rear exit. They needed to get out into the open and away from where other people could get hurt.
Kitty glanced over Shepard's shoulder and smirked, "I almost feel sorry for her."
"Don't. She walked into this place looking like that, it's like asking to be swarmed."
"Not a bad place to be, to be honest."
Laughing, Shepard agreed, "Only if you could pull off the look."
"I'll bet you could.."
"Are you flirting with me, Miss Pryde?"
Kitty grimaced, "Only on accident."
"Careful, my girlfriend might hit you with fertility idols."
There! They made it out the back. Shepard's hummer was parked nearby, but Kitty shook her head, "Lets take my bike. It's faster. And your reputation precedes you."
"Shit."
They found the path around the club to where Kitty had parked blocked by a large bald man, wearing sunglasses. At night. Kitty stared at him like he was ridiculous. He drew a gun but Shepard's fist smashed into his face before he got very far with it. He fell to the ground with a heavy thud and both women exchanged an incredulous look. Kitty just shook her head, "Seriously, they don't make goons like they used to."
"So you've some experience with this," Shepard remarked, making doubletime towards Kitty's bike.
Just then, the blonde managed to escape the club. Her hair was disheveled, her coat unbuttoned and her tie half-removed. There were lipstick smudges everywhere.
As one, Kitty and Tyra lifted their hands and clapped. The woman snarled and lifted a gun. Kitty charged forward, using a car to gain altitude and flipped through the air. Her foot landed squarely on the woman's jaw, and she bounced off. Kitty gave her a good hard kick to the ribs, "That one is for Wisdom!"
"The feck do you know Wisdom?!"
"Ex-boyfriend."
The blonde blanched, "Me too."
"I'm so sorry," Tyra said, to the both of them. Then she knelt and hauled the blonde to her feet, slamming her against a van, "That said, who do you work for?"
"I'm not bloody telling." She snapped her mouth shut and glowered at Shepard, "You'll have to do better than that."
Standing nearby, Kitty seemed to be preparing herself for something. Her eyes were closed and she was taking several deep breaths. Her workout earlier helped. She grabbed the woman by the front of her suit and then pushed her into the van, until only her face was sticking out, "Talk, or you become one with the van."
Shepard let go and stared. She'd seen biotics and aliens and the destruction of the Earth, but none of that could prepare one for watching a woman shove another woman through a solid object. It was kind of hot.
The agent was already a pretty pale woman, but she had turned white as a sheet, "How are..you?"
Sweat beaded on Kitty's brow, "You have about ten seconds before I can't control this anymore. It won't be pretty."
The woman set her jaw, and went silent. She was a professional, and it showed in the tense lines in her throat and the accepting look on her face.
"Kitty."
Shepard's voice cut through the silence, and with an annoyed scoff, Kitty pulled the woman away from the van and unphased her. Three seconds later, the blonde lay on the ground with a broken nose, two missing teeth a snapped rib and a nasty black eye.
Kitty rubbed at her fist, smirking.
Shepard shook her head, trying not to laugh, "I could have used someone like you on Akuze." Her expression darkened slightly as the memory slipped through unwanted, "Why don't we find a bar where we won't be tempted by either tail or fights and I'll buy you a drink, while you tell me what the hell you just did?"
"Sounds great, Shepard," Kitty replied, her lips turning up as she sauntered towards her bike, "And maybe you can tell me just how nice Asari ass really is?"
Shepard squinted, then hopped on behind her, "What..?"
"Oh, is my gamer showing? Sorry." Kitty glanced behind her and flashed a grin. Then she revved up the bike, and sped off. To have beer with Commander Shepard.
This was going to be the best beer ever.