So this is just a little two shot to get me through a little writers block I'm having with We Could be Heroes. Hopefully everyone will enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Niki Foxx. Oh and ten81csi owns Kylie Flack she's just nice and let's me use her. But you should check out her stories they are awesome!
The sun beat down on Don Flack Jr. as he ran through the park. He started to lag behind to watch is girlfriend's ass sway back and forth in her soccer shorts. She had one of the best asses he had ever seen, and she was proud of it too. Flack let out a groan when she turned around and stopped running.
Her bellybutton ring glistened in the sunlight as she folded her arms over her lime green sports bra. "Could you run any slower?" She asked her brown eyes sparkling.
"Sorry, I got a little distracted." Flack smiled as he tried to tilt is head to catch another glimpse of her ass.
Niki Foxx raised an eyebrow and punched her boyfriend in the arm. "Eyes up here," She said, pointing to her face, "I should never go running with you. You're holding me back."
"Please, I could out run you any day." Flack rolled his eyes.
Niki let out a snort instead of laughing at Flack. He raised his eyebrow at her as he folded his arms across his broad chest.
"Are you joking?" Niki asked, the Foxx grin on her face, "Please, I could beat you in a race any day. Ex-soccer player right here."
"That means nothing. I could beat you, hands down."
"Is that a challenge I hear?" Niki asked a smirk on her face.
Flack lined himself next to Niki and looked ahead to find something for them to race to. About a hundred yards away stood a green garbage can; the perfect finish line.
"Alright, to that green garbage. On your marks, get set…" Flack started getting himself in the starting position.
"Go!" Niki suddenly shouted as she took off toward the garbage can.
"Cheater!" Flack called after her as he took off after her.
The homicide detective used his long legs to try to catch up to the petite narcotics detective. He could cover way more ground than her. Soon Flack was only two long strides from catching up to Niki, until she got another burst of speed. Those damn soccer players, Flack thought as he did his best to catch up.
"Winner!" Niki cheered when she passed the green garbage can.
"You cheated!" Flack cried as he bent over to catch his breath, "I could have easily beaten you if you didn't cheat."
The brunette shook her head. "As if, I basically blew you away in the end."
"Because you had like two strides on me! If we started at the same time you wouldn't have had the lead."
"Look," Niki grinned, folding her arms across her chest, "I bet you I could beat you at anything."
"Oh yeah?" Flack asked as he raised his eyebrow.
Niki nodded her head, a grin on her face. "Yeah, 500 bucks says I can beat you at any four things of your choosing."
"Oh really?" Flack asked. Niki nodded her head, putting her hand out for him to shake it. Flack grabbed her hand. "Alright, you got yourself a bet. Bring it."
"Oh trust me baby," She said, flashing Flack the Foxx grin, "It's already brought."
….
The garage light shined down on the hockey net that had been sitting on the driveway since Niki had broken the last one almost 12 years ago. Flack had decided that their first competition would be Horse, hockey style. Back in high school Flack had set the record for most goals scored in one season, and no one had broken it yet.
Niki Foxx stood off to the side and watched as Flack took a shot from the left side of the goal at an awkward angle; a shot Niki wasn't good at. Back in high school Niki was a defenseman for her school team and held the record for most goals scored by a defenseman. Most of her shots came from in front of the other team's blue line.
The sound of the puck hitting against the post caught Niki's attention. She watched as the puck hit the back of the net and a grin spread across Flack's face.
"Try hitting that shot." He said with a cocky tone in his voice.
The brunette walked to the exact spot Flack was in and tried to line up her shot. Everything about this shot was tough for her. It was too close and it was on the left side. Niki was a righty and to take the shot with her right hand would make the shot even tougher. She brought her stick back, her left hand leading, and praying that she would make the shot. The next thing she knew, she could hear the puck hit the upper part of the post and Flack's life roaring through the night.
"That's an R for you Foxxy," He said in between laughs, "What is that now? H-O-R… Hor!"
Don Flack Sr. shook his head at the two. When he had heard that the two were having a friendly competition that involved who could make the craziest hockey shots, he had to see it. He had taught both everything he knew about hockey and knew how good they both were. But his money was on Niki. He had seen her take some pretty crazy shots back in the day.
"I know, I know," She mumbled as she picked the puck up with the blade of her stick. She walked in front of the net and backed up a few feet. She started throwing the puck up and catching it on the blade each time. Niki finally throw the puck up in the air and waited till it was at the perfect height in the air to smack it with the blade into the back of the net.
"Beat that Donnie boy." Niki smirked as she walked over to stand next to Flack Sr.
The elder Flack looked down at her, a smile on his face. "That was a nice shot right there."
"You kidding me? That shot was beautiful," Niki grinned, "And a shot that Flackie will never hit. Ever."
"Just watch me." He growled as he copied what Niki had just done. However, when he hit the puck it sailed over the goal and put another dent into the garage door.
"Oh, what's that Donnie? H-O-R-S? Hors? As in more than one?" Niki teased him.
"Shut up," Flack growled as he tried to come up with another crazy shot, "You're gonna regret challenging me to this bet." He stood a couple of feet away from the goal, his back facing it. He balanced the puck on his blade, hoping he would make this shot. Flack turned the blade around as he swung it down, the puck heading straight for the net.
Flack Sr. nodded his head in approval at his son's such. "Nice one Donald."
"Thanks Dad," He forced a smile, mostly because his father called him Donald, "Alright Niki, think you can hit that?"
Niki nodded her head as she mimicked exactly what Flack had done. She even hit the net in the same spot Flack did. She turned to him, a smile on his face. "Suck it."
She walked to the end of the driveway and then took two steps to her left, her sweet spot. She could always hit shots from here. She put the puck down and moved it back and forth, before smacking it causing it to fly through the air and hit the back of the net.
"Hope you brought you're A-game." Niki said, a look of determination in her eye.
Flack glared at his girlfriend as he walked past her to get to the spot where she had just taken the shot from. He put the puck down and took a deep breath. This was an all or nothing shot. If he missed, he was done for. He took the slap shot and watched as the puck soared through the air and hit the top post of the goal.
"Tell me that went in!" Flack argued, from his angle it looked like the puck hit the underside of the upper post.
"No way, just face it you lost!" Niki yelled at him, "You can't make a call to Toronto and get a review. It ain't happenin'."
"No this isn't fair!"
Niki rolled her eyes. "Face, it you just got E. So that makes H-O-R-S-E. You lose, game over. I win."
"That was so in! You can't deny that Pops!" Flack yelled as he turned to his father.
"Nik has a point; you just can't call up Toronto and get a review. It didn't look in to me." Flack Sr. said.
Flack shook his head in disbelief. "That's so not fair! You like her more than me!"
"That has nothing to do with this," Flack Sr. smiled, "Her shot was clearly in, and your shot wasn't."
"So that means, I win round one," Niki grinned, "I hope you can do a little better with round two."
Flack glared at his girlfriend, her famous smile on her face. He couldn't believe she just won. He was supposed to be the better hockey player. And he was supposed to win this bet hands down. "Oh I will, you better get ready to lose."
"Niki Foxx never loses," She smiled as she went up on her tip toes to kiss Flack's cheek, "Just remember that."
…..
Round two took place in Flack's apartment. Kylie Flack had set up cups on either side of the table for Niki and Flack's beer pong game. She wasn't too sure why Flack had chosen beer pong as their next competition; Niki Foxx was a pro at beer pong. She and Kylie had gone undefeated in beer pong for God knows how long.
"I can't believe you challenged me to beer pong," Niki laughed as she threw the ping pong ball up and down, "Prepared to get shit on."
Flack shook his head. "Nah, you're gonna lose Babe. Now throw the ball."
Kylie giggled as she watched Niki shake her before throwing the ping pong ball into one of Flack's red cups. He angrily grabbed his cup and chugged the beer that was in it. He took the ball and threw it towards Niki's cups.
"Drink Babe, drink." He said smugly when the ball went into his girlfriend's cup.
"Don't use that tone with me, Sweetie," Niki growled and then chugged her beer, "You have a lot of nerve thinking you could beat me at this." She sunk the ball in another one of Flack's cups making him drink again.
"I'll use whatever tone I want, dear." He growled after he finished his beer. Once again Flack sunk his shot causing Niki to drink.
Both players kept sinking their shots; each player only had three cups left. Niki had never had to drink this much before in a game of beer pong, except when she was playing her brothers. She needed Flack to miss, just to bust up her confidence. Niki Foxx was supposed to be a pro at this. She lined up her shot, praying that it would go in. She closed her eyes and let go of the ball. The sound of Kylie's cheers let her know that she had sunk her shot.
Flack finished off that cup and put it off to the side with all the others. He was starting to regret challenging Niki to this. If only she would just miss a shot. He knew that would lower her confidence and he would be in the door to the win and 500 bucks. Flack grabbed the ball and threw it at the cup and watched as it bounced off the rim and onto the floor.
"No!" Flack cried, slamming his fist on the table.
A wide smiled spread across Niki's face. "Yes!" She cheered. This was the second wind she needed.
"Come on Foxxy! Beat my brother's ass!" Kylie cheered as she clapped her hands together.
Niki winked at her friend before she sent the ping pong ball flying towards Flack's cup. She sunk another, making Flack drink is second to last cup. The homicide detective quickly grabbed the ball, wanting to show is girlfriend he was going down without a fight. He chucked the ball, clearly missing the cups, and almost hit Niki.
"Jackass!" Niki shouted, "You almost hit me!"
"Trust me that was the last thing I wanted to do." Flack groaned as he watched Niki sink her last shot.
"Oh Niki you're so fine! You're so fine you blow my mind! Hey Nik! Hey, hey, hey Niki!" Kylie sang as she high fived her best friend.
Niki laughed as she watched Flack chug his last cup of beer. "What does defeat taste like darling?"
"Just you wait," Flack said, "You'll know the taste of defeat after I wipe the floor with you in a game of pool tomorrow."
The Narcotics detective stopped in her tracks. Pool was not her sport. And Flack knew that. Niki need to figure out some way she could beat Flack at pool. There just had to be something.
…
The next day Kylie and Niki sat at a little café to discuss what Niki should do about her pool game that night. Niki winked at the waiter as he placed her chocolate chip muffin down in front of her.
"Stop flirting with the waiter," Kylie said, rolling her eyes, "We need to discuss how you're going to win tonight."
"I know. I need to win. But I can't risk just trying to beat Flack fair and square. He'll kick my ass." Niki complained as she ripped the top part of her muffin off.
Kylie took a sip of her coffee as she thought about what her friend could do. "Well you could wear a skimpy outfit. Get his mind off his game and on you."
"Hmm, that could work…"
"It will work," Kylie smiled, "Think about it. Everyone knows how much he loves starring at your boobs and ass…"
"And he's always undressing me with his eyes, no matter what I'm wearing." Niki added.
"Exactly and that'll take his mind off his game and it'll put his mind on you."
"And giving me the advantage to win the game. I'm finally starting to rub off on you." Niki said, nodding her head in approval.
Kylie smiled at her friend. "You knew it would have to happen eventually. So what do you think you'll wear?"
"I'm thinking that blue tank top…"
"The one that makes your boobs look massive and shows off most of your abs." Kylie interrupted her.
Niki nodded her head. "Yes that would be the one. Donnie seems to really like that one. And I'm thinking those jeans with all those holes in them…"
"The low raise ones that make your ass look…"
"Amazing? Yes those ones. Donnie likes those…though I'm sure he likes them more on his bedroom floor." Niki smirked as she wiggled her eyebrows.
"Stop it right now," Kylie groaned as she held her hands over her ears, "I didn't need to hear that much. Ew."
"Oops," Niki shrugged her shoulders, "Couldn't help myself. But FYI, you're a genius. I'm so winning that 500 bucks now."
"I know, but when you win I expect a nice little award for myself with your prize money." Kylie said.
The Narcotics detective rolled her brown eyes. "Alright, fine. You'll get something. I just gotta win the rest of the events first."
"Oh trust me," The CSI smiled, "I know for a fact Foxxs hate to lose. And I also know that Niki Foxx never loses."
Niki flashed her best friend the Foxx smile. "You are a wise woman, a very wise woman."
"Yeah," Kylie said, smiling back at her friend, "Tell me something I don't know."
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