Notes: This story takes place two years after the events of Kick-Ass 2. References are made to the actual initial meeting after that time by Dave and Mindy that I covered in my story "Can You ever Go Home again?" This is a continuation of the events in that story and takes place two weeks afterwards. Both are part of my series "A Long Time Coming". I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1 - Kiss with a Fist

It had been about two weeks since the warehouse. Neither Mindy nor Dave had mentioned what had happened, or what they'd said, but it palpably hung in the air between them like a living breathing thing. On the surface, though, things had seemed almost normal. Their lives had appeared to reset back to what they had been before she'd left. Dave wasn't sure if he liked that or not.

They had started to get back into a routine for both patrolling and training and he was just arriving at the safe house for the latter. It was good to have someone to work with, someone he trusted, after so long. Being alone in this business sucked. Still, he didn't really know who this Mindy was. She wasn't quite the headstrong young drill sergeant he remembered from when she first took him on…or more precisely she seemed to be only that. The personal spark between them, the camaraderie and playfulness, was nowhere to be seen. Well, it *had* been a long time since they'd been around each other and so he guessed it wasn't fair for him to assume they'd just take up where they'd left off, first kiss notwithstanding. He still didn't even know what she'd been up to since she left that fateful day on her bike. She hadn't appeared too curious to find that out from him either.

Dave sighed. Well, all things considered it could be a lot worse. It looked like they'd both just need some time to sort things out. He'd wait and see and just hope for the best.

He knew she was already there the minute he unlocked the door and stepped inside. Resetting the security he walked down the hall carefully – you never knew when Hit-Girl would decide to spice up a training session with a surprise attack…some things never changed. When he came to the sparring room he stopped dead. Mindy was waiting for him in her Hit-Girl uniform…well mostly.

Arms akimbo, Mindy glared at Dave as he walked in. Her purple wig and domino mask mostly hid her features, but he could still see a dangerous gleam in her green eyes that went scarily well with the snarling curl of her lips. She wore her leather jacket, though it was unzipped more than enough to display the top of her pert breasts and the edge of the purple bra she was wearing underneath. She had apparently eschewed her leather pants, though, simply showing off the barely-there plaid miniskirt and combat boots that both showed her shapely and well-toned legs to advantage.

Dave's mouth went dry. "Uh, hi Mindy…" he stammered. He mentally kicked himself for the squeak he heard in his voice. Hadn't he grown out of his fear of this girl yet, even after all he'd been through? He was Kick-Ass dammit, and nowadays that actually meant something. And what the hell was going on anyway? Was she playing some kind of mind fuck on him? As much as he'd missed her he really was getting tired of the Mindy Macready mind-games…that had been one thing he hadn't missed.

"The name's Hit-Girl, civilian!" she barked

"What?" Dave asked in confusion, nearly stammering again. "Look Mind-, Hit-Girl, I *know* who you are. And in case you've forgotten I'm not a civilian, I'm Kick-Ass."

"Oh yeah?" she countered, "prove it!"

With that she flew into action and Dave barely managed to counter her initial strike. He tried to get into the zone, to be professional, to *not* have his ass handed to him in the first five seconds as would have happened easily not all that many years ago. He wasn't some damn neophyte who didn't know his way around the science of fighting anymore. Now he was a technician of violence too. But damn, he could *not* concentrate…she was fast, and her strike had been almost too quick to follow, and he had managed to glean at least one useful and incredibly distracting piece of information from her attack - she wasn't wearing any damn panties!

Dave dropped and rolled backwards, hoping to gain some space, maybe even some time to collect himself, but Hit-Girl just kept on pressing. Punch, jab, kick, sweep. He was barely able to counter her moves. Worst of all he could smell her arousal. He was starting to get light headed.

Finally, two and a half minutes into the fight, she landed a kick square on his chest that sent him flying and followed up by landing squarely on top of him seconds after he hit the floor.

"Damn Mindy, what the fu-"

He was cut off when she put her hands around his throat and leaned down until her nose nearly touched his. "I told you civilian, it's Hit-Girl!"

Despite himself Dave started to feel the first stirrings of panic. Had it finally happened? Had Mindy Macready finally flipped out and gone insane like her father? Did she really not know who he was? Or did she just not care? How the hell was he going to get out of this?

He closed his eyes to try and clear his head and control his breathing. He was almost successful. "Min- Hit-Girl, what's going on?"

"Isn't it obvious?" she purred into his ear as she leaned her head down a little further. "Do you wanna fuck Hit-Girl?"

"I – what?!" he sputtered as his eyes flew open to look directly into hers.

She ground herself into him from where she was straddled on his chest and her eyes dilated a little. "I think you heard me."

"Mindy c'mon, what the –"

Her fingers tightened around his throat. "Hit-Girl!" she growled.

Suddenly everything went icy cold inside Dave. He'd had just about enough. Did he want to fuck her? Well, yeah he did actually. He'd come to realize how he felt about Mindy a long time ago, but he wasn't going to let her rape him on the training room mats. If this was going to happen it was going to be a mutual thing based on how they felt, not some spin-off of Mindy Macready's apparent psychosis. Where the hell was this even coming from, anyway? Two years of nothing, then a crisis out of nowhere a few weeks ago, and then after playing it cold and bitter she suddenly jumps on top of him in some kind of twisted costume-fetish roleplay? Ok, in some ways that sounded pretty cool, but he'd had enough of playing the patsy.

Dave clenched his jaw and grabbed her wrists. "Get. Your. Hands. Off. My. Throat!"

Hit-Girl actually smiled. "Make me!"

Dave heaved and was almost as surprised as Hit-Girl when she went flying off his body to fall sprawling onto the mats a few feet away. Apparently the strength training was working for him.

Hit-Girl immediately sprang into a crouch.

"That's the spirit!" she shouted with an evil grin on her face.

Dave jumped up from the mat and went into his own defensive crouch, but before he could make a move one way or the other she was on him again. He blocked her first kick, but the punch that immediately followed landed squarely on his jaw, knocking his face to the side and the wind from him.

Before he knew what was going on she had grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him against the wall with a thud. Her lips met his in a savage kiss and Dave was suddenly having a very hard time getting oxygen to his brain. Finally she pulled away enough so that she could whisper, "Don't tell me that isn't what you want. What was all that shit you said the other night…did you think I didn't hear you?"

Dave shook his head. "I don't know what the fuck you heard. You've acted like I didn't say anything for two weeks and now you want to rape me in the training room?"

"Rape you?" she said with a grin. "C'mon Kick-Ass I have a feeling you're as into this as I am." With that she cupped his crotch where his growing erection was more than obvious. "No matter what you say I think you're body's giving me a pretty good indication of what it wants."

She began stroking him over his pants as she moved in for another wet kiss. With her other hand Hit-Girl grabbed one of Dave's and placed it between her thighs where he could already feel how warm and wet she had become. She moaned as she let go and Dave's fingers seemed to move of their own volition, stroking her nether lips with a fervent desire he could feel in his core.

Dave was starting to lose himself. His tangled emotions and pent up desires were screaming at him to just let it ride, but there was something else, something deeper in him, that didn't want things to go down this way with Mindy. Somehow he managed to force himself to break the kiss and push her away. They were both momentarily stunned, breathing heavily and staring at each other.

"Hit-Girl – no, Mindy – you need to stop this shit and listen to me!"

Mindy's eyes narrowed and her scowl deepened. "I keep telling you that I'm…"

"Shut the fuck up!"

That stopped her.

"What did you say?"

"You heard me Mindy. I don't know what trauma you're dealing with and I want to help you…I really do…but if you think I'm just going to let you kick me around and then fuck me on the floor for no reason then you have another thing coming."

"What's the matter *Dave*," she snarled his name like it was an insult, "not man enough? Maybe you need to put on the costume. I think Kick-Ass might be a real man."

"No Mindy, I don't need to put on a mask to be a real man and if you think that's the only thing that defines you then you're wrong."

"Shut up! What the hell do you know?!" If he didn't know better Dave would have thought there was a sob in her voice. "You told me! You said I was Hit-Girl, that's who I really am!"

Dave was surprised. What was she talking about? Then he remembered that night in his room that seemed a lifetime ago even if it had really only been a little over two years. "Mindy I only meant…"

"I don't care what you meant! That's what you said, and you know what? You were right. Who's Mindy Macready? Just some stupid cunt who gets kicked around by stupid bitches and guys who think with their cocks! No one messes with Hit-Girl! It doesn't pay to be anyone else."

Dave just stood and looked at her for a minute. Finally he started walking towards her.

"Mindy, don't say that. You…you're strong no matter what you wear or what you call yourself. I don't know what happened to you while you were gone, and by the looks of it it wasn't anything good, but you're here now and I want to help you, but I can't do that unless you let me!"

"And what the fuck does that mean Dave?! Be a good little girl and take my medicine? Maybe I should just go to jail for murder…that's what Mindy Macready has coming! What can you even do to make things better besides fuck me so I can forget for a few minutes? Can you erase the last two years of my shitty life? Can you get rid of all the crap I had to deal with by myself?! Can you take away my criminal record? Can you give me some damn 'normal' life to live? No! You can't do fuck all!"

They stared at each other again across the floor. Finally Dave broke the silence.

"I can love you," he said quietly.

Mindy just stared at him, apparently nonplussed by his words.

Dave walked closer and lifted his hand to stroke her cheek, "If you let me."

Almost against her will Mindy leaned her face into his palm. "Why? Why would you do that? Why would anyone love me?"

"Because you're Mindy, and I'm Dave…that's how this works."

This time he definitely heard the sob that caught in her throat. "What the hell does that even mean you dork?" she asked, trying to hide the tears behind the beginnings of a weak smile.

"It means I realized a long time ago what I feel for you. It means that I wanted to find you so bad after you left, but I couldn't and so I thought…I thought you wanted me to stay away. I can see now that was wrong and I'm sorry for that Mindy, I'm so sorry. You have no idea how much I wish I could have been there for you. I won't ever make that mistake again."

Mindy put her own hand on top of Dave's where it still rested on her cheek. "How could you ever think I wouldn't want you in my life?"

Dave shrugged, "Well you did just kind of take off. You never tried to contact me or even leave a sign of where you might have gone. After a while, when I finally figured out how I felt about you, I tried to see if I could find you, but you were gone…completely off the grid. I waited. I even kept tabs on Marcus in case you tried to contact him. I kept trying, but you still never bothered to try and contact me so I figured that's what you wanted. It hurt, but I thought I was respecting your wishes or something. I thought you wanted a new life without any of this crazy bullshit in it and that I was just in the way of you moving on."

"I'm…I'm sorry Dave. I never wanted to shut you out. I thought I was protecting *you*. Things got so shitty so fast and I just…I…"

Dave pulled her in against his body and just held her. "Shhh, it's ok now. You're here. You're ok." As if that were the cue the dam broke and Mindy erupted into a series of wracking sobs. Dave just held on for dear life…his and hers.

Finally when she went still Mindy raised a tear-streaked face to look at him. "I must look like shit," she said with a weary half-smile.

"You're beautiful," he countered as he wiped away the tears that were slipping out from underneath her mask. "You always were."

She slowly moved her face towards his until she captured his lips in a kiss. It was a slow, steady, deep kiss utterly unlike the savage ones she had given him only moments earlier, though it was no less passionate. Her arms snaked their way around his neck as his found their way to her waist.

They kissed for several more minutes, each content to feel the other's closeness, neither one trying to do anything else. Then Mindy pulled away and looked at him.

"I did hear you, you know," she said quietly. "I just…everything was so muddled and suddenly you were back in my life, and I was hurt and confused. I don't even know how I got to that warehouse or what I was thinking. I don't even remember deciding to come back to New York. It just…it just happened. I never did say thank you, did I? I guess I owe you one."

"Nah," he said with a small smile, "I was just repaying the favour. I think you've still pulled my ass out of the fire more times than I can count."

Mindy shook her head. "No. No, you've saved me in more ways than that Dave, countless times. Without you I would have spun out of control a long time ago. Without you I wouldn't have anything keeping me grounded to the world." She shrugged. "Hell, I don't even know if I'm out of it yet, I feel so fucked up maybe there's no hope for me."

Dave was about to reply when she silenced him with a shake of her head. "No, just listen. At least with you I have a chance…at least I think I do…if you're willing to put up with my shit."

He stroked her cheek and smiled at her. "I wouldn't have it any other way Min."

She smiled softly and then leaned in for another kiss. When they broke the kiss she moved her head to his ear and planted a small kiss there before saying, "You know that I still want to fuck you, right?"

He turned to look at her, surprise on his face. "Look Mindy, I don't know if that's the best idea, you're still a little vulnerable and I don't know if we should just…"

She cut him off with a look that would have sent a quiver of fear through the most hardened criminal before it softened and she smiled again. "Look Dave I think we both know how we feel, and this has been a long damn time in coming. If you think I'm going to wait because you're worried I'm some kind of damn delicate flower you've got another thing coming!"

She seemed to suddenly think of something and bit her lip. "Unless…unless you really don't want that."

Dave shook his head, "No! Are you kidding?! I just…it's just, " he sighed deeply before continuing, "we haven't even seen each other for like two years and we weren't even, you know, dating when we last saw each other. I just want things to be right before we rush into anything you might regret."

"Regret? I have way too many of those already and doing this with you wouldn't be one of them." Her grin widened as she stepped back to give him a better view, "And I did get all dressed up for you. Now shut up and kiss me you loser."

This kiss was hot and passionate and Dave was so lost in it that he was surprised when she did a back roll and pulled him down to the ground on top of her. Luckily his training kicked in enough to stop him from landing on her in a heap and they actually managed to maintain the kiss. Mindy grinned through the kiss, then broke it to murmur, "Take me, you big damn superhero."

Well, who was he to deny the lady what she wanted? As they continued to kiss, Dave allowed his hands to roam over her body, first brushing against her breasts and then kneading them through her jacket and bra. Mindy moaned in response, reciprocating by bringing her own hands down to his ass and pulling him closer into her core.

Dave proceeded to unzip her jacket and run his fingers lightly over her abs. Mindy suddenly squirmed under him and giggled as she broke the kiss. "Dave! Shit, I'm ticklish there ok? Don't ruin the damn mood!"

Propping himself up on his elbow Dave grinned down at her. "Ticklish? Now *that* is some good intel."

Mindy's eyes narrowed, "Try to use it against me and I will kill you with my little finger!"

She waggled said appendage in front of his face as though to prove her claim.

"None of that now, or I may have to use my fingers on you!" he threatened with a smile.

"Promises, promises," murmured Mindy as she pulled him down for another kiss.

"What the lady wants, the lady gets," he said between kisses and proceeded to slowly stroke her pussy. He grinned at the gasp she let out as he played with her clit and she arched her body closer to him. She was still as wet as she'd been the first time he had touched her and he could feel his erection coming back in full force. So could she.

"Mmmm, there you are," she said as she began her own stroking. Mindy's nimble fingers proceeded to unzip his pants and begin pulling them down over his ass as he continued his ministrations on her pussy. "Oh god Dave, yessss….." she purred as he slipped a finger inside of her and continued stroking her clit with his thumb. For a moment she just lay there letting herself bask in the feelings that were coursing through her body, then she ripped his pants and underwear further down to let his cock spring free. She grabbed it and started stroking him unhindered. Now it was Dave's turn to stop what he was doing as he lost himself in the sensations she was provoking in him.

"God Mindy…shiiit!"

Mindy smiled, "Like that?"

"You have no idea…how long…I've been dreaming about this…about you," he stuttered out as her pace increased. She stopped and he looked down, worried.

"Did I say something wrong?"

She shook her head, "No, I just…I just never thought after the last few years that anything like this would happen to me. This just feels so damn good…so right. I never thought I'd feel this way, Dave. I never thought I'd find anyone, let alone someone like you."

"Don't sell yourself short," he replied. She just shrugged and looked away. "Hey I mean it!" he said grabbing her chin and pulling her face back towards him. "Mindy, you're special and I don't ever want you to think otherwise." He waited, watching her face. "Got it?" he added when she didn't respond.

"Got it," she mumbled.

"Now where were we?" he asked with a grin, deciding it was a good time to lighten the mood. Suddenly she smiled and before he knew what was going on she had flipped him so that she was straddling him. "I think Hit-Girl was just about to fuck your brains out," she replied as she started to rub her wet pussy against his cock.

Dave closed his eyes as he felt her moving against him, then he looked up at her face and shook his head. "No."

That stopped her, confusion and concern ghosting across her features. "I – what?"

Dave moved his hand across her cheek in a light caress before running his fingers through her wig and gripping onto it. He quickly pulled it from her head, watching as her hair was freed, tumbling down across her face and neck in a golden cascade. "I want Mindy."

She smiled widely. "You got it hot shot."

Dave proceeded to reach up and unclasp her bra from the front and smiled as he saw her perky little breasts reveal themselves. Her light pink nipples were already standing at full attention. He slowly stroked his thumb over one of her nipples and cupped the other breast lightly and she murmured her approval as she slowly started to rock her hips back and forth across his member. Dave leaned up and took her nipple in his mouth, licking and biting lightly while he continued to stroke the other breast.

"Dave…mmmmm….yesss." she moaned as he quickened his ministrations. He continued to play with her breasts while she moved slowly on him, her fingers running through his hair, stroking his scalp. Finally he pulled away and looked at her. "Do you know how beautiful you are?"

Her eyes were dilated, desire obvious in her glance. "You make me feel beautiful."

With that she moved her hand down between them, taking his cock in her hand as she raised herself up on her knees and positioned him at her opening. "I want you," she said throatily, "I want you inside me now."

He could feel the tip of his cock sliding between her folds when he suddenly stopped her. "Wait Min…what about…what about a condom?"

She looked at him and shook her head. "No, it's ok, I'm covered. And anyway I don't…I don't want anything between us," she said as she used her other hand to grab onto her mask and rip it from her face. Her green eyes sparkled with a glimmer of moisture. "Nothing but you and me," she re-iterated as she moved down another fraction of an inch, taking a tiny bit more of him into her.

Dave slammed his head against the floor and groaned as she proceeded to sheath him inch by agonizing inch.

"Holy shit Mindy, you feel so goddamn good!"

"You're. Not so bad. Yourself." She stuttered as she felt him begin to fill her up. Her eyes rolled back when she was finally fully seated on him and she went absolutely still. They both waited for a breathless instant and then she started to slowly rock back and forth on top of him.

"Oh…shit!" she muttered. All Dave could do was respond with a garbled grunt. She was so tight and wet it was all he could do to keep himself from exploding inside of her right away. Ok think about not sexy things: baseball, kittens, Chris D'Amico…alright maybe forget the last one or he might just lose his erection altogether...no point in overkill.

"Dave, please look at me," Mindy said as she increased her pace. His eyes flew open and Dave threaded his fingers with hers. Her hands tightened the clasp.

"Always," he replied.

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she took his mouth into a deep kiss. She kept pumping on him, moving at a faster and faster pace as they both started to feel a coiling and tightening inside their bodies.

Suddenly Mindy broke the kiss and arched her body back, her hands flying free from his as she leaned back and placed them behind her to support her body. She was moving quickly now, the edges of her orgasm tantalising her. "God, Dave…yes, yes, ohhh…yes!"

Dave was thrusting along with her, meeting her body and groaning against the beginnings of his own orgasm.

"Oh shit…god, Dave…now, now, now….YES!" she cried as her body shook, overtaken by the consecutive waves of her orgasm. For a blinding instant everything was gone except for her and Dave and the lightning coursing through her body. Finally she shuddered as she slowly came down and sprawled across his body, peppering his face and lips with dozens of small wet kisses.

Dave proceeded to grab her and flip her onto her back. She was still slightly frazzled, but she managed to smirk up at him as she saw the need and desire in his eyes. She opened her legs wider, wrapping them around him and using them to pull him closer. "Sorry baby," she purred, "c'mon and fuck me…come inside me!"

Dave didn't need any further invitation and started pumping for all he was worth. Mindy squeezed her pussy around him and Dave's eyes rolled back into his head as he finally fell over the edge, his seed pulsing into her body like a gunshot. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Mindy groaned appreciatively as she felt him fill her up. Finally Dave felt the haze of his orgasm pass through him. He slowly leaned down, kissing her. "Mindy…my god…that was incredible."

She stroked his hair affectionately and smiled up at him. "Yeah, it was."

She was silent for a minute.

"Dave?" He looked up at her as he heard the tremor in her voice.

"Yeah?"

"Just…thanks for being there Dave. Thanks…for being you."

Dave smiled shyly in return, then nuzzled his face against her neck. He kissed her there, then looked back at her. "It's all I know how to be."