MidnightsLastKiss: I got the dirty minded BS idea from when a bunch of buddies and I were playing Bioshock 2… good times… well, let's just say that after two hours of "friendly chatting" over the internet led to the idea… don't ask…
Sigma and Carrie slowly circled around the basement. Carrie had a grin plastered on her face, due to the fact that Sigma wasn't wearing the top half of his armor. Sigma had a blank expression on his face.
"I hope you're ready to get beat by a girl…" Carrie whispered. "A sexy one…"
"What was that last part?" Sigma replied.
"Wouldn't you like to know? Get ready, here I come."
Carrie ran full speed at Sigma, and tackled him to the ground. Carrie sat on Sigma's stomach as he struggled to get up. Sigma got a solid grip on Carrie's left arm, and pulled her onto the floor. Sigma rolled on top of her, trying to maintain dominance in the spar session. But Carrie had other plans. Her hands slipped out of Sigma's grasp, and she pushed him away. Carrie stood up, and jumped on top of a dazed Sigma.
Carrie clung to Sigma for dear life, and whispered in his ear. "I gotcha now…"
Sigma fell to his knees, and hung his head in shame.
"I give up." He said lowly.
Carrie released Sigma and look at him. "Really?"
Sigma took advantage of the moment, and grabbed Carrie's wrists tightly, but not hurting her either. He pinned her against a wall, applying an almost non-existent amount of pressure. Carrie's muscles relaxed and her mind began to drift. She wrapped her legs around Sigma's waist, and closed her eyes. She tilted her head upward for a moment, and looked back down, her eyes open again. She leaned close to Sigma.
"Oh my god, I am so turned on right now…" she whispered seductively.
Sigma's eye began to twitch, and Carrie smiled.
"What's so wrong with that? Bodily contact is rare ya know." Carrie said, trying to hide her giggles.
Abby opened the door at that moment, and only saw Sigma leaning against the wall, Carrie's legs around Sigma's waist, and Carrie resting her chin on Sigma's shoulder, a large smile on her face.
"Oh my god what is going on?" Abby cried out in confusion.
Carrie's legs unhooked form Sigma's waist and Carrie pushed Sigma aside, giving him a mere passing glance.
"Don't worry Abby, just a uh… friendly duel…" Carrie assured.
"I hope so…" Abby replied.
Abby and Carrie made their way up the stairs, and Sigma stood, dazed from what had happened.
"But… but… but… what the hell just happened?" Sigma blurted out.
Carrie could hear Sigma all the way up the stairs, and smiled to herself. She knew she had just left a mark on him; she just wasn't sure whether it was a good or bad thing. Maybe her timing was off? Maybe she didn't say it right? Or maybe Sigma just took it the wrong way. She would never know.
Sigma walked out of the door to the basement with a very… odd expression on his face. Sammy glanced at him for a moment, and then broke the uncomfortable silence.
"Uh… what went on down there?" Sammy asked.
"Unspeakable things…" Sigma replied. "Very, very disturbing things…"
All eyes turned to Carrie, who had a large smile on her face. She looked up casually and chuckled.
"What? Do I deserve to be burnt for speaking my thoughts?' Carrie asked, questioning the group in general.
Amy brought her hand up to her chin in deep thought. Minutes later, she responded. "Well, I guess not. What did you say?"
"I'd prefer to not say it in front of everyone."
"But you said it yourself, one should speak their mind!" Abby chimed in, a devious smile on her face.
"I uh… I said… I… I said that…" Carrie began.
Carrie began to feel woozy, and nauseas. She passed out seconds later.
"Nice one, you made her K.O. herself…" Sigma murmured.
"Shut up Sigma!" Amy snapped sarcastically, hitting his arm with the back of her hand.
Sigma picked Carrie up, and gently slung her over his shoulder like he would any sleeping Little Sister. He carefully, and quietly walked to the living room, and gently set her down on the couch, cradling her head with his ungloved hand. Sigma noted how small his hand looked ungloved. It was almost puny, compared to his glove. He considered how much padding and armor goes into each and every part of the armor, so of course he would looks less… bulky, without it. He chuckled to himself as he sat next to Carrie, who was sound asleep.
Sigma soon found himself drifting off into unconsciousness as well…