(A/N: Boom, Baby! I was going to work on one of my other stories but this one just kept banging in my head, not to mention I already told a couple of people that I'd have another chapter up in a couple of days. Probably would have been up sooner, but I just got a new laptop and I've been playing with it and transferring my stuff over so…yeah… Anyway, this chapter was ridiculously fun to write and I probably got a little carried away near the end but eh, it flows how I wanted it to flow. Interestingly enough, the beginning went a completely different way than I'd originally planned which is probably a good thing for you pervy Mindy fans. I'll be doing the next chapter as soon as I can, though I'll probably work on another story before I get back to this one. Enjoy.)
Mindy woke up with a happy yawn. Immediately, she went on the defensive out of habit until she realized that Dave was still asleep. Looking down at Dave, she also remembered that today was their day off anyway. He couldn't attack her anymore. As his eyes shot open, her giggle at the realization waking him, she could see he was looking for a possible attack. All she did was beam at him and shake her head. This was going to be fun. One thing about training like that is that it is legitimately hard to turn it off. All day his body's going to keep looking for openings even though he knows he can't take advantage of them, and it'll be going off like a faulty fire alarm because she had every intention of leaving her guard dropped the whole day. That was the whole fucking point of a day off.
Sure enough, that's exactly what happened. Mindy had to stop Dave from getting on the treadmill and out of the corner of her eye she could see his head quickly snapping in her direction to attack her and then remembering he wasn't allowed.
"…you don't have to laugh at me every time…" Dave grumbled, at he ate his eggs.
"You don't understand, it's fucking hilarious to see someone else having that problem. I never got why Daddy laughed at me so much, but now…tooootally get it." Mindy chuckled, finishing her breakfast.
"You did this with your dad?"
"Kinda…" Mindy glanced up, her expression thoughtful. "We didn't do it for as long as you and I have, but I didn't need the massive kick in the nuts you did to finally start getting in touch with your mean streak. Still had a hard time turning it off though." Mindy's head shot back as she saw in her peripheral vision that after she made the 'kick in the nuts' crack, Dave had been silently mocking her behind her back. "I saw that, asshole."
"Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?" Dave smiled, sipping the last of his juice.
Mindy grinned back, biting her lip. Once again her imagination got the better of her. There was so much that her and Dave could do that wouldn't count as an attack.
Dave apparently had become a mind reader because he simply sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yeah…that's well off the table. You said you'd behave."
Mindy's eyes bulged slightly, her pervy mind taking the 'off the table' comment a little too literally and thinking of all the things they could do on the table. She was snapped out of it when a spoon collided with her forehead. "Ow! What the fuck?!"
"Sorry, Ms. Hormones. It slipped." Dave wasn't at the table anymore, he was washing his dish next to her which begged the question of how long she'd been fantasizing. That question was the only reason she didn't retaliate the spoon attack. Her and Dave seemed to be at this really weird place. He had to know at this point that she wanted him to fuck her. He had to know, there was just no other alternative. But he seemed to be in this weird place of both acknowledging it and pretending to be oblivious. However, she still needed to retort somehow so she simply stuck out her tongue out at him.
"Mature." Dave said a little too seriously, or at least it would have been if he'd been able to hide his smirk. That was Dave, he couldn't hide his emotions worth shit. She knew he had something planned but wasn't sure what it was until Mindy focused a little more and remembered that he currently had his hand in water. And before she could put up her hands to block it, Dave had already shot his up and with a quick flick of his fingers a small sprinkle of cold water shot in Mindy's face. "What? Looked like you needed the cold shower."
"Oh I'll show you mature…" And with that, Mindy tackled him.
"Hey! Get off me, you fucking cheater!" Dave grunted, trying to roll Mindy over. But she initiated the attack this time, she had him.
"Yeah, well that's what you get when you provoke me, ass!" Mindy stuck out her tongue again. This is what she missed. She wasn't trying to hurt Dave, and Dave wasn't trying to hurt her. He was simply trying to get her off of him. This was fun. However…it also involved her straddling him, and there was an awkward pause that stopped Dave's struggling as he could see in Mindy's eyes that she wanted to move her hips a little lower…and keep moving them.
"Mindy…off…" Dave commanded, his eyes glaring into hers.
"Okay, okay…" Mindy sighed as she started to get off of him, only her hips had moved lower so she could and she momentarily collided with something…hard…something hard and cylindrical…
…oh God…
"I will push you, I swear." Dave grumbled, though when Mindy glanced at him, she was pretty sure his face had invented a new shade of red.
Mindy wasn't thinking completely straight as she mumbled, "I think I'd like that…"
"Good." Dave grumbled as he grabbed Mindy's hips, which made her freeze up even more, and then he used the grip to all but chuck her off of him and onto the floor. "Enjoy." Dave growled as he stood up, the irritation a little plainer on his face now. "You promised you'd behave."
Mindy sighed, the sudden jolt waking her up a bit. "I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'm trying, but it's really hard…"
Dave sighed back in response. "You're not the first person in the world to go through puberty, Mindy."
Mindy's eyes immediately bulged, her jaw dropping as she looked up at Dave. "Oh…my GOD!" Dave pinched the bridge of his nose and simply waited for the assault he knew was coming. "Is this where you're going to tell me that my body's going through a lot of changes that I won't understand?" Mindy leaned casually on the table. "Oh please, Dave. Explain it to me. In detail. Lots and lots of detail. Get some diagrams and shit, I'll wait."
"Can we just…rewind this entire conversation?"
Mindy raised her eyebrow. "To where? To when you poked me with your boner?"
"…you can pick the first two movies we watch if you just end this conversation right now."
Mindy thought about it. "Do pornos count?"
"Now you're down to one movie."
"Okay, okay!" Mindy threw up her hands in defeat. "Well played."
"I had a good teacher in learning how to distract people."
"You learned well, young Padawan." Mindy went over to the DVDs, shuffling through them, as she pulled up two. "Lee or Chan?"
As the two heroes curled up on the couch, everything simplified. There was no sexual frustration, no denial, no phone…well…the phone was across the room but it wasn't buzzing nearly as much lately, all there was, was subtitles and ass kicking. When Mindy laid her head against Dave's chest she could practically hear the gears turning in his head of why she shouldn't be that close, but fuck him, as long as she was just watching the movie he had no justification to move her. It was a movie she'd seen loads of time and so had Dave apparently, because they spent most of it talking about the fight scenes and what moves were practical or not. It was simple and fun, which was what the two of them needed.
Then it was Dave's pick and Mindy rolled her eyes as he picked The Matrix. They spent most of that movie poking holes in the logic about why children who don't know anything and people who are on drugs or delusional aren't automatically The One as well and then they started picking at the sequels which Mindy threatened to kill Dave over if he made her watch them again. Once more, it was simple. It made Mindy want to give Dave a freebie so that they could do this again tomorrow. It was just two friends watching and mocking action movies. The only thing that separated them from any other two normal friends at that point was the fact that they had they had real life applications for examining the fight scenes so closely. There were even parts where Mindy would have them pause the movie so she could demonstrate a move that they saw or one that would make more sense in that situation.
Mindy was content. So content, in fact, that at some point during Drunken Master 2 she fell asleep on Dave. When she did wake up, Dave was casually petting her head. This was quickly becoming the most awesome day ever. Martial arts movies, Dave's boner poked her ass, head petting, all ingredients for a great day if penetration isn't an option. Mindy just laid there with her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of Dave's fingers running through her hair. She didn't even need to watch the movie. She'd seen it enough that it was practically playing behind her eyelids anyway and she wasn't sure if she 'woke up' that Dave would stop or not.
"Your pick." She mumbled as the credits started. Throughout the day they'd simply fallen into a routine of alternating who picked the next movie and they'd just finished with her pick.
"You're awake?" Dave responded, smiling down at her.
"Keep going…" Mindy complained, nudging Dave's hand to keep petting her.
Dave chuckled, following Mindy's borderline order. "Then how am I going to change the movie?"
"Fuck you and fuck your logic."
"Up." Dave ordered, laughing as Mindy groaned, seeing no other alternative, sliding off of him before stretching. "Close your eyes again. The next one's a surprise."
"Dave, I swear if you put on Supeman Returns…"
"It's not a bad movie!" Dave immediately protested.
"That you willingly watch that piece of shit makes me lose all hope for humanity." Mindy muttered with her eyes closed as Dave asked.
"It wasn't Superman Returns anyway…." Even with her eyes closed, she could see Dave pouting in her head which only made her laugh harder as she waited for Dave to sit next to her again. If she were being honest with herself, Dave could have wanted to watch practically anything and as long as he kept petting her like that through the movie, she wouldn't have given a shit…but there's no way she'd have said that outloud.
And as Dave returned and Mindy regained her spot on his chest, she settled in until the music at the start of the movie made her eyes shoot open. "Oh…God…this fucking movie…"
This time, Dave was the one who was dumbfounded. "Wait…what? You don't like this movie? Of all movies, you don't like this one? It's the closest we'll ever get to a rated R version!"
"Doesn't matter…Casey pisses me off…" Mindy grumbled.
"What?!" Dave grabbed his hair in an exaggerated motion, Mindy obviously blowing his mind. "I'd have thought you'd have wanted to have Casey's babies!"
Mindy sat up, flashing Dave a glare. "You want to know what pisses me off about Casey?"
Dave nodded, leaving the movie playing. "For the sake of my sanity, yes."
"Okay," Mindy started, crossing her legs and getting comfortable. "How was Casey introduced?"
"Fighting Raph."
"Wrong!" Mindy leaned forward, grabbed the remote and popped Dave in the head with it.
"Ow! But he-…oh…okay fine, he stopped the purse snatchers."
"Exactly!" Mindy held up the remote, triumphantly. "And if he hadn't been stopped, he'd have beaten both of them into traction. He was introduced as blatantly more violent than Raph, possibly homicidal even."
"Exactly." Dave agreed. "Which is why it blows my mind that you hate him so much."
"I wouldn't hate him so much if we saw that Casey through the rest of the FUCKING MOVIE! After that badass intro he becomes a total pussy!"
This time Dave, sat up. "He's a self taught hockey player vigilante that's able to take on ninjas! And he enjoys beating them up, he's more than happy to kick ass in every scene. Explain to me what's so pussy about that."
"Casey wasn't introduced as just someone who enjoys kicking ass. He was introduced as being really fucking violent. Raph held him back before, but where was that violent streak the rest of the fucking movie? After that one scene, Casey only did just enough to knock people out, nothing more. Even with fucking Tatsu, who royally kicked his ass for the majority of the fight. Knocked him out, moved along. Fucking pissed me off."
"Aaaah." Dave nodded, understanding it now. "That was after he met April though. He chilled himself out a bit so that the turtles wouldn't go back to her all, 'Don't date him, he's a fucking psycho'."
Mindy gave Dave a skeptical expression. "April? April…that's what you're going with as an argument…April."
"Love pussifies you sometimes." Dave responded with a chuckle.
"Who killed the Shredder?" Mindy suddenly asked.
"Shredder didn't die." Dave answered.
"Oh fuck that movie!" Mindy exclaimed, "I have put people in trash compactors before and they do not survive that shit, much less survive it with a few fucking scratches, I don't care how fucking ninja they are, especially…ESPECIALLY if they're covered in spiky...MOTHERFUCKING ARMOR! Stop laughing at me!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that was just a really good point." Dave was able to get out through his laughing fit.
"I know it is." Mindy crossed her arms in a pout. "Now stop laughing at me and answer the fucking question." She then mumbled under her breath. "It wasn't like they even knew they were going to be making a sequel when they made that movie…he was fucking dead…"
"Casey." Dave answered, wiping the laughter tears from his eyes. "He killed the Shredder, no remorse, even found it funny, thoroughly obliterating my argument. You're right. His characterization's all over the place."
"Thank you!" Mindy threw her hands up in victory.
Dave smirked back at her. "The Casey in the third movie must have killed you inside."
Mindy shook her head. "Not at all. Shredder obviously killed Casey at some point in the second movie, and between the second and third movie, the turtles found out about Casey's lame twin brother who's also named Casey and is also into hockey."
Dave nodded. "I would totally buy that." He chuckled as he took the remote from Mindy again. "Now, that said, I'm going to rewind the movie back to the beginning. April's already in the subway."
"Don't you dare!" Mindy lunged and the two of them ended up rolling off the couch and sprawled on the floor. A feeling of déjà vu hit Dave as he was once again on the floor, face up, with Mindy's legs straddling him.
"We're not doing this again, Mindy. Off." But to Dave's surprise, Mindy wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to him. During their tussle, they had apparently turned off the DVD player and the news was now on, and Mindy's eyes were transfixed on the screen. As Dave looked, he immediately saw what was so interesting. "Is that…Times Square?"
Mindy looked down at Dave, no lust in her eyes, in full Hit Girl mode. "Dave, that's live."
There was a slight pause as they stared at each other. "Do I get another day off tomorrow?"
"Dave, if we take that bastard out, you get three."
"DEAL!"
