This chapter includes sexual content.

In the several days that had passed since Lillian arrived, Violet was the only one to provide attention to the child's needs. However, she did hold interest in the various helper bots that roamed the house, giving Violet some reprieve from the adult responsibilities.

Buddy didn't hold back on his commitment to protect himself as he fitted the orphaned super with a power transition bracelet. With the added knowledge of Lillian's being aware that he was a bad guy, he also put in the measure of a child lock that meant only him or Violet could lift the power off setting. And being that he had no interaction with the kid, that meant only Violet was in control there.

Lillian had only just begun to come out of her shell, single worded answers slowly developing into entire sentences. With that added trust, Violet opened up the possibilities of training on her powers. Buddy had been against that measure, but Violet was persuasive enough, adding in that they would only practice in the training arenas.

Lillian, like most supers, tapped into her powers through emotions. She was scared a lot of the time as she was invisible throughout most of the sessions, but by day three of being influenced by Violet she had been able to ward off the invisibility and the pair had begun to test the force fields.

That's what worried Buddy the most, but on day five he had much greater concerns. Another threat that came in an equally small package.

"This is useless! What use would a super have for a shield?! Do you believe someone with superpowers to be so vulnerable? For God's sake, your girlfriend IS a walking shield!"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Buddy regretted taking Violet up on the offer of working with the famed designer.

"Is it so wrong for me to want to provide a little extra comfort in the fighting arena?" Buddy asked as he removed the retractable shield from his wrist and placed the device onto the work table. The lightweight electro-defense system was a concept that he got from Violet's powers, only rather than being powered by a super it was solar powered and could protect from most typical hazards in a supers job. Bullets, firebomb attacks, and the smaller variety of missiles.

"Comfort?! Bah! You are only giving them a cumbersome annoyance and worse still you are enforcing complacency! Muting their abilities! Making them dependent on your toys and gadgets rather than allowing them to be self-reliant and proficient with their gifts!"

"Big words coming from an imp who just slaps her name onto a label of a costume that does little more than adjust to their needs," Buddy growled as he turned his back to the famed designer. The move was a fatal mistake however as Edna proceeded to throw all the rejected inventions at the back of his head.

All of them missed, save for the shield. It was ironic that the thing meant to protect hurt like a mother-

"Why don't you brainstorm something actually useful while you wrap yourself up in a cape. It's a good look on you," Edna purred before turning to make her way out of the computer lab, missing the wrathful glare he gave her as she abandoned the room.

Violet was making her way towards the computer lab as Edna was walking out. She had caught the tail end of their conversation and before Violet could ask how Buddy could improve Edna grabbed Violet by her shirt and pulled her down to her level.

"I hate to admit it, but that God complex lover of yours is good. Very good. Much more potential than my usual students," Edna sneered as she looked over her shoulder to make sure he was not going to sneak up on their conversation. "Keep encouraging him but don't you dare let him know I actually admire his creativity."

Violet sighed heavily and shook her head.

"E, would it really be so bad for him to get praise from you? I mean, you know his history, right?"

"That's exactly why I'm not praising him, Violet. The man thrives on spite! Reminds me a bit of myself when I first broke into the field of designing for supers. But he needs to learn that we are in this business to provide accessories for the supers, NOT building new ones," She said before releasing Violet. "I look forward to the day he proves me wrong."

Violet blinked at the comment and turned to follow Edna out but instead, the elderly woman made her way into the chamber that Violet had left Lillian in.

"Now, tell me about the child you are harboring, darling," the fashion designer asked, making Violet give a look of confusion. She hadn't revealed the information on Lily as it was supposed to be a secret, but very little could be kept from Edna Mode. And it was more than possible that Buddy had left the monitors in his lab on.

"Well, I'm not too familiar with her parents but they went by the names Carbon Copy and Lady Fantasia. She hasn't opened up too much on herself or if she saw what happened-"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's all very tragic, and tragedy does have a habit of forging greatness. But what about her powers?!"

"Uhh… she can copy other superpowers? We are still trying to figure her out honestly but 10 feet seems to be the limit on her ability to sync up."

"Fascinating!" Edna cooed as she entered the urban field and approached the young super who was drawing with chalk, again with the planetary shapes in mind, most specifically was the design of Saturn or some planet with rings around it. "That would be most difficult to replicate for a costume, assuming she tries to adopt every power she comes across."

"E, she isn't going into the field anytime soon," Violet whispered. "Her parent's killer is still out there."

"And what, you expect to hide this prodigy of prodigies from the world forever? Stunt her growth and her potential? Bah, at the very least you should have your family over for her to test her limits and abilities. And if not for the child, perhaps you should at least bring them to give them news of your engagement…"

Violet tightened her lips as she looked at her ringless hand. While free from the bind, there was a faint pressure line still visible on her ring finger. Truly, nothing got past Edna Mode.

"I'm not sure what I fear more, the conversation I'll have to hear from mom or dad trying to kill Buddy. Again." Violet muttered, making Edna chuckle.

"Your mother is certainly the more calculated fighter, but Robert does have a scary side, or so I'm told," Edna stated as she moved closer to the child, inspecting the artwork she was making if it could be considered art, but Edna was not one to diminish the passions of a young person. "Hello child, I am-"

"Edna Mode."

"Ah, so you have heard of me? Beautiful! Your parents must have tried to commission me years ago or at least had very good taste. I-"

"No, Mr. Pine just said you were a witch disguised as a goblin," Lillian said without looking up. It took everything within Violet to not snort in laughter but Edna was rather composed at the blunt truth provided by the smaller human.

"Did he now? Well, I will have to keep that in mind for my next visit…" Edna noted as she eyed the oblivious child. "Fond of space are we…? Did you know that we named the planets in our solar system after Gods? Though it is likely that they were just gifted supers like yourself. See the planet there that you drew, Saturn-"

"I don't like that," Lillian said suddenly, making both of the women pause in contemplation. The bitterness of the statement had thrown them off, but there was no reason to correct the seemingly rude behavior.

"Very well… is there something that you do like?"

Lillian shrugged and looked up at Edna with indifference. "I like coloring. And playing games…" she admitted quietly before looking back to the chalk drawing before her. "I really liked playing tag with my brother."

"Yes… I see," Edna lied as she turned her attention to Violet. "If you don't mind, I'd like to study her again in the near future."

"Well, E, I'd be more than happy to have you over but that's up to Lillian," Violet replied as she turned her attention back to the child in question.

"What do you say kid? Is it cool if Aunt E stops by again?"

Lillian squinted her eyes in suspicion at the woman who barely stood taller than her. Without warning, the young super held out a piece of chalk to the fashion designer and lifted her chin with a defiant gleam in her eyes.

"Only if you draw something really cool for me."

Edna smirked as she snatched the piece of chalk and strode past the girl. "Prepare to be amazed, darling!"

Violet smiled at the display forming before her eyes. She recalled how her father would reenact the first time he had dropped off Jack-Jack to babysit with her but she hadn't seen how good E was with kids until this moment. Even as Edna was well into her Golden years, the spry old woman had so much energy to give.

And energy to take as well.

Seeing the art show as a window of opportunity, Violet quietly slipped out of the training room and made her way back to the tech lab. Once there, she found Buddy who was scraping some of the prototypes, muttering curses to himself as he sorted his piles of tech between genius and junk.

Stepping further into the room, Violet bit at her lip and ran a hand over a thin pair of visors that she had seen before. It was one of the few pieces that he didn't rant about to her which confirmed to her that the project was meant for someone in her family. He was always extra critical on ideas he schemed for them on account of, well everything. It was pretty obvious to her that he had made the sleek shades with Dash in mind.

"You should keep this," Violet said as she picked it up to ensure it wasn't damaged in his outrage.

"Petty sure Edna doesn't want me dealing with any of her contracts," Buddy muttered with his back to her, tossing another gadget into the junk pile. "I've already stolen one of her more unique clients and it could mean war if I try to snag another Incredible from her grasp. Which should be fair game anyway- isn't she retired?"

Frowning, Violet came behind him and stood on her toes so she could place her chin on his shoulder.

"I know Dash would appreciate it, Bud."

"Not unless I attached some laser system into it-," Buddy said as he planted his hands down onto the workbench before him and shook his head. "Christ, I told that kid a thousand times that supersonic speeds and lasers don't mix."

"Well, what does mix?" Violet asked as a hand threaded up to the nape of his neck, gently massaging the muscles there. The engineer always turned into putty when she touched him there, why he couldn't say but the sensation always got to him.

Closing his eyes, Buddy inhaled deeply as he got lost within the pleasure of the woman's hands. As relaxed as he was, the gears didn't stop turning in his head.

"An internal GPS system could be handy for sure. I don't know how many stories I've heard of him overshooting his mark…" Buddy mused as he leaned forward and away from Violet's hand to scribble a rough design onto the first piece of clean paper he found. "I'd argue he should have a miniature drone slotted into the headset too. Just something to scout out an area before he has to set foot there, like heat signatures, or booby traps but I think he'd get offended if I put that in. Accuse me of thinking he's not stealthy enough."

"I highly doubt he'd argue if you armed the drone with a laser," Violet suggested, causing Buddy to immediately stop his notes. Tossing the pencil aside he turned to Violet and held her by her face before he started planting kisses onto her face. Starting with her forehead and pecking downwards in a random series until he landed on her lips where he applied the most pressure.

"How did you get to be so brilliant, hmm? Stealing intellectual property from me or something?" Buddy growled playfully as he moved his hands to her hips, triggering a laugh from Violet who was shaking her head in feeble attempts to escape his affection.

"You're just rubbing off on me I guess," Violet laughed out as she wriggled against him.

"Oh, am I now? I'd like to do more than that with you, super."

Violet didn't fight against the tide as Buddy pressed her back against the only desk that wasn't littered with his tech or balled up paper drafts. The playful kisses were swiftly becoming ones of passion and his hands became more frisky, grabbing her rather than holding her.

As she was lifted up onto the desk, Violet wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tilted her head towards the monitors, giving him full access to her neck. Buddy rarely gave up the opportunity to kiss her there, and she wasn't sure if it was because her neck was usually protected by her turtleneck sweaters, out of a juvenile need to mark her, or some other sexual basis.

The thoughts on why Buddy insisted on planting hickeys on her diminished when her eyes came across the screen that had the urban battlefield, chamber 3. Edna was in full artist mode but Lillian was nowhere to be found.

"Buddy wait,"

"Come on, super. You owe me, remember?" he asked huskily as his hands treaded dangerously close to the fly portion of her pants.

Violet did little to fight as her own desire was building. Her attention was more so focused on trying to find the kid they had accepted responsibility for.

"Stop, I'm being serious right now," she whispered as she sat up and moved out of Buddy's grasp. As much as it pained him to do so, Buddy complied with the wishes by backing away. It was at this moment that Violet finally found Lillian as she was standing in the room with them.

With purple force fields in hand.

"Lillian, wait-" Violet warned, reaching out, but the child didn't acknowledge the plea. She threw the energy fields at Buddy's back, both of them colliding with the invisible force field Violet had lifted up to shield her fiance with.

Buddy cringed at the vibration of the impact that was meant for him, his expression emitting fear but looming close to fury.

"He was hurting you- he wasn't leaving you alone after you told him to stop," Lillian piped up as Violet hopped off of the desk and moved to her. Kneeling down, Violet secured Lillian by turning on the transition device before taking hold of both of her arms.

"He wasn't hurting me, Lil. He wasn't, but you can't do that ever again, okay? Buddy could have really gotten hurt."

"But I saw him hurting you! My dad said that he'll kill every super with the first chance he gets! My dad said-"

"Lillian-"

"I thought he was going to kill you!"

Buddy stood in silence as he checked his anger. The kid could have hurt him. This was the exact scenario he was worried about. It was bad enough he risked his neck once a month to show face to a world that hated his guts, but now they had invited that world in with a person who had yet to develop critical thinking skills.

They still had control over the situation. Violet had it under control, and as long as Violet wasn't within that reach of hers the kid was as ordinary as any other child. As ordinary as the rest of the world beyond his sanctum.

"Trust me, Buddy isn't going to hurt anyone-"

"You don't know that," he blurted out, silencing Violet instantly. He turned to face the pair and shoved his hands into his pockets as he took in the pissed-off expression of Violet and Lillian's justified gaze. He gave a wry grin and shrugged. "I'm still capable of doing a lot of damage, and chances are that some of the tech I passed along to the NSA has already hurt people. Killed even. I've got a never-ending headcount, so good on you kid for trying to one-up me. You got closer than most in your field."

Dumbfounded at the blatant disregard for Lillian's impression of him, Violet gaped at Buddy, unable to find the words needed for the moment. Did she try to convince Lillian that he was kidding? Scold Buddy for the seeds of doubt he planted? Before she could find the right plan Buddy was already letting himself out of the room, further irritating her and the situation he had worsened.

Sucking in a breath she focused on Lillian again and shook her head. "He isn't serious about that. He's just not used to having kids around," Violet whispered as she rose to her full height.

"Are you mad at me?" Lillian asked fearfully and Violet shook her head.

"No. I'm not mad at you, but I need you to promise me that you won't try something like that again. Can you do that?"

Lillian nodded as she dropped her head with guilt.

"Sorry Miss Violet, I just wanted to protect you…"

Violet nodded in understanding. "I know kid, I know. But Buddy- he's very special to me. I'm sure you've heard a lot of bad things about him but he isn't that person anymore."

Lillian didn't seem to believe that statement, and Violet couldn't blame her given that Buddy had just told her otherwise.

"Let's just go see what E is up to."

…

Buddy had avoided both Violet and Lillian successfully throughout the rest of the day. It wasn't that much of a feat with the fact that the two were also avoiding him, but Buddy took solace in their absence. He had returned to tinkering with his toys and it was well after midnight when Violet had sought him out.

"What is your deal?"

Right on the offensive. Despite Violet's powers being based in a strong defense, she was almost always ready to attack. Looking up from his oiled-up gears, he gave a light shrug, trying not to let his eyes linger on her short lace nightgown too long.

"Everybody has a role Vi, I'm just trying to play mine," he muttered carelessly as she marched up to him.

"You're better than this! You're acting like a child here, which is a really bad look when there is an actual child underneath our roof! But worse than that is that you are just rolling over to what a kid thinks of you, what other people think of you… Don't you want people to see the good in you?"

Buddy didn't retaliate, and the silence fueled Violet's frustration even more. She watched as he continued to assemble the contraption before him. Violet hadn't a clue what he was working on but as far as she was concerned it wasn't anything of value at this moment.

"Can you please just say something?"

Buddy paused at the plea and closed his eyes in annoyance. Setting the parts in his hands down he glanced back to Violet's dark blue eyes before shaking his head.

"Your vision of me isn't achievable."

"Buddy-"

"Don't. Okay, just don't. If this little experiment has proven anything it's that I was never going to be more than an errand boy for the NSA, or a punching bag for the press… Everyone hates me, as they should. You want me to be some feel-good story to tell others. That I cleaned up my act, went straight, and regret my past actions…. But I don't. I'm not sorry for the things I've done, and given the opportunity, I would likely do it all over again with a few expectations."

"Like what?"

Buddy ran a hand over his face, ignoring the grease that he was wiping on his skin.

"Honestly? Everything up to the point that I kidnapped you would be the same," Buddy confessed and Violet stared blankly at him. He knew he was at a very fragile crossroad where the wrong set of words would undo the only good parts to come out of this lifestyle. "I thought that I could make this work. The whole techie for the NSA, but if my name is attached to any of the products it's shot down by everyone who actually has a say. And I don't care about that- I mean, it's this or maximum prison or hell, death row. I don't mind being stuck under contract. I'm not hurt financially and I still get to do what I want to an extent-"

"So what's the problem?!" Violet asked with a raised voice and clenched fists.

"I'm holding you back. That's the issue. While I sit here and play with my toys and jerk off the press, you are still living in the shadows. You can't do your missions, because you're stuck on guard duty- you can't be with your family in public because I made the world think you are dead- and before you take credit for the death of Violet Parr, I could have found another way to make your MIA statue drag out. I could have. And because I didn't you are stuck. You chose to be here, but you could have had so much more than this shit. Actual missions, not bitch work or, or babysitting duty-"

"That's not fair, Buddy. I asked for this and I don't regret it!"

"Not yet! But there might come a day where you wake up and look around and realize that I robbed you blind. That I took away your opportunity to be something more than a glorified guard dog. Or have a normal life, even if it's still with a goddamn mask, you could have blended in with the world and had anything your heart desired-"

"Like a family?" Violet finished for him and Buddy nodded without delay.

"Yeah… Like a family."

"Buddy, I already told you."

"You could still change your mind."

"Yeah, I could. All that you just said could still be a possibility, sure," Violet started as she rounded the work area to get closer to him but Buddy began to evade her presence, retreating to the desk that he had prompted her up upon hours ago. "But that doesn't mean I'm just going to give up on you!"

"Take my advice, Parr, it is so much easier to start from scratch than to fix up a wreck."

"Where is this melodrama coming from?" Violet asked as she turned Buddy back towards her. "Did Mirage say something to you the other day?"

"No."

"Did Edna say something? Just help me understand!"

"You're going to think I'm an idiot," Buddy muttered and Violet rolled her eyes, on the verge of tearing out her own hair.

"I already think that of you at times, times like now actually."

Buddy nodded and began to rub the back of his neck. He was silent, longer than Violet had expected or hoped for but she was providing him far more patience than he deserved.

"I love you."

Violet stared at him, waiting for him to continue his reasoning. Surely that couldn't be the only thing to leave his mouth. "Well?"

"Well, what? That's a big deal for me!"

"Buddy, you haven't stopped telling me that you love me since you first told me that six months ago."

"Six months, one week and three days actually," Buddy corrected, earning an exasperated stare from the super and he lifted his hands in defense. "Okay, I got it. Too much loving on my end."

"No, it's the right amount. But you have to admit it's a little odd for you to be actively pushing me away if you love me so much. Why?" Violet mumbled, moving closer to him, her hands taking hold of the placket of his shirt. Her fingers dancing over the pearly white buttons, threatening to undo them but never committing to the act.

"I'm not sure if you know this, but people in my life have a habit of walking out some way or another. I kinda just expect it at this point I guess," Buddy whispered as he watched her, swallowing as her incredibly dark eyes lifted to meet his.

"How many times do I need to remind you that I'm not giving you up without a fight?" she asked as she freed the highest button on his shirt.

"I'm pretty stubborn," he breathed as she continued to open up his dress shirt. "But I'd venture to say at least once a day."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah. It's a tall order I know," Buddy murmured as he rested his hands on the desk's surface, admiring the slow and deliberate torture she was providing. Once the shirt was open he motioned to shrug off the article of clothing but discovered that Violet had summoned her forcefields to lock him in place.

"Oh, I'm aware," she said softly as her hands moved to his belt, smiling wryly as she undid the buckle.

Buddy never tired of Violet's more domineering side. He might have been a control freak, but the way she used her powers for adult activities made him feel like the luckiest guy on the planet. But goddamnit was she a tease. He was ready to go and she had yet to bring him out. Her hand was feeling him through the material of his slacks.

"Vi, please," he uttered through closed eyes.

"Oh no, I'm going to take my time with you here," Violet scolded as she placed a kiss onto his partially exposed collar bone as the hand that wasn't kneading him ran underneath his undershirt. She loved how he'd buckle at her touch, but guilt would enter her mind from time to time when she came across a scar left behind from Schmerzen.

Buddy had opened up for the most part in that dark period of time, but he still carried damage from it, and she feared the day that she'd trigger an episode of panic. He had yet to display anything of that nature, but trauma had a way of sneaking up at unexpected times.

"You're killing me here, Parr," Buddy groaned and Violet laughed as she slipped her hand into his waistband. There were times that this act alone could damn well finish him, but both of them wanted the full experience of each other. "Please."

"I don't know, Buddy. I feel like I'd be rewarding you for being a jerk," she whispered as she stroked his length with more pressure, winning a muffled moan.

"You're acting like you don't enjoy my most charming quality."

"Oh I enjoy that attitude of yours, but I don't appreciate you trying to get me to run," she warned. "What if I just ran away right now, left you high and dry? What would you do then?"

As soon as she finished that sentence, Violet released her physical hold on him but the invisible force fields remained. Doing his utmost best to not lose his composure.

"Assuming that these awful binds were removed? ... I'd probably hunt you down, tell you that I'm an idiot for giving you the opportunity to leave. And then fuck you senseless."

Violet bit her lip as she took a step away from him, an act that was met with a glowering gaze from the man she had been taunting. "Well then, you'll have to catch me first," Violet said before turning on her heel and ran from the room. Only once she was out of sight did her force fields let up and Buddy gave way to the chase, after securing his pants back on.

He made it out onto the production floor just in time to see her remove her night slip gown and disappear into thin air. She wasn't going to make this easy on him, but that made the hunt that much more appealing.

Coming upon the discarded nightwear, he picked it off of the floor and cast his gaze over the floor. He didn't have any of his gadgets to help him, but he did have some wit to aid him.

"Marco," he called out, optimistic that she would play along. The droids were all currently down, so aside from the faint humming of electrical units and fluorescent lights, the sound of feet against tile should be heard.

"Polo!" Violet called back, her voice coming from the platform that housed the training fields. Looking in that direction, Buddy saw the doors to chamber 2 open and close. He grinned from ear to ear as that was the forest training environment.

Rushing in after her, Buddy left the nightgown in the locker room and went right to the training ground. He searched for any sign of movement but all was still now. Licking his lips, he ventured deeper into the fake forest. The air vents that were hidden thanks to the canopy did push out the scent of pine, and while the plants were all plastic he had custom ordered everything to be as real as a copy could get, right down to the bark. He even had a few robotic birds flying about to provide natural sounds as well as function as the cameras of the training room.

"Marco," he called out again. His call was met with silence and Buddy frowned at the cold trail. He considered going back to the start and doing a proper sweep, but as he turned he came into view of the woman he was after. Naked and beautiful.

"Polo," Violet whispered and as Buddy reached out to grab her she vanished again.

Cursing at the miss, Buddy quickly recovered and followed the sound of footsteps. With his hand extended out, he could feel the ends of her hair just grace his fingertips. He had nearly stumbled into a tree but the super eventually ran herself into a corner of the obstacle course, signaling the end of the chase. Obviously, if this were a real battle Violet would whip his ass into next week at least, but this was a well-appreciated game.

"Come on out, super," Buddy cooed quietly as he approached the cornered invisible woman. Without a fight, Violet revealed herself again, modestly covering her best parts as she eyed him with lust.

"You got me, but I'm waiting to hear you say those magic words from before."

Buddy didn't stop his advance upon her until he had her boxed into the corner. As he peered down at her, he had nearly provided the wrong set of words, but 'I love you' was a second nature phrase these days.

Cupping her face with both hands, Buddy smiled softly as took a shaky breath. "Violet, I'm an idiot for ever providing you the opportunity to escape," he whispered.

Before he could land a kiss on the woman she was throwing herself at him. Their lips crashed against each other as Buddy pulled the woman up into his arms, teasing her sex with his fingers as she struggled to remove the clothes he still wore.

Piece by piece, Buddy was stripped of his clothes, wearing only the freckles and scars he had gained over his life. With her back pressed to a tree as Buddy held her up, Violet grasped at Buddy's shoulders desperately as Buddy pushed himself into her, making good on his word to fuck her without mercy.

He buried his face into the crook of her neck, uttering gruff words of passion, taunting her for each and every gasp or moan that escaped her lips. As much as he longed for his release, he would be damned if he did not bring the super to a climax first. Cupping her ass with one hand, Buddy managed to support her against the tree with only one hand as his dominant hand took hold of her face again. His thumb trailing over her bottom lip, coaxing her to open up more than previously possible. Violet wrapped her lips around his thumb and Buddy briefly imagined her mouth tended to another part of his body.

"Fucking hell. I'm an idiot for even thinking of letting you go," Buddy growled as he thrusted into her with a little more force. She mumbled something in response but it was unintelligible to the man who was losing himself inside of her.

She released a high-pitched gasp as Buddy slammed into at a new angle, the mix cry of pain and pleasure was immediately swallowed as Buddy claimed her mouth once again, kissing her as though the act was the only way to sustain his life.

He pulled her away from the tree once he had control of his hand once more. Still holding Violet, he turned and laid her down on the faux moss forest floor. No longer inside of the super, he began to focus on the rest of her with his mouth. Gently nipping and lashing his tongue against her pale skin, paying particular attention to her most sensitive regions.

She elicited a gorgeous moan as his fingers grasped the sides of her torso and he muttered another curse under his breath as he entered her again. Before he could set a rhythm in place to get them both to completion, Violet managed to use a grappling tactic on him. With her legs wrapped around him, she rolled him off of her and had him pinned down onto his back. Even more impressive was that she did that without losing his member. Buddy had no objections to her being on top as the view was fantastic from below.

Violet's hands rested on his chest as she rode him with vigor, also seeking to finish them off. She rolled her hips and with Buddy's hands to help drive the motions deeper. With a his assistance, Violet reached a climax, shuddering as she continued to pleasure him.

"I'm getting pretty close, Vi," Buddy warned breathlessly as a hand moved from her waist and to her breast, fondling it as his thumb rolled over her nipple. "Where can I-"

"Inside," Violet mewled as she arched her back. Buddy didn't need a second invitation, but he did want to change positions.

"Mind getting a little dirty?"

"Mmmm, and what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking that I'd like to fuck you like an animal."

Violet biting her lip did not go unnoticed by Buddy. She pulled away and placed herself on all fours, ignoring the dirt and debris that dug into her palms and knees.

Buddy wasted no time in setting himself up behind his fiance. His hands were planted at her hips again, though he was tempted to rein her in by her long raven hair but the last time he had done that the result was not pleasant for him.

He thrusted into her without warning, stealing a gasp from Violet and from there he bucked against her without constraint. His grip on her waist tightening told Violet that he was very near his peak, and she hoped that she'd be able to come a second time before that point hit. A likely possibility as Buddy wasn't just jack-hammering inside of her, but pulling himself out completely before burying himself to the hilt.

"Fuck me harder, Bud," she gasped and the man complied to the best of his abilities. Slamming his full weight into her with each thrust, fueled by the sounds she made. He thought he heard another distinctive orgasm from her but his focus was lost as he came inside of her.

Spent, he provided a few more lackluster thrusts before pulling out and collapsing on the synthetic dirt floor. On his back, his chest expanded but it would be a few minutes before he could breathe regularly.

"Oh, that was good... Why haven't we done this before?" Buddy mumbled as Violet laid back down beside him. They had no problem in having sex outside of the bedroom, but it never dawned on him that the training arenas could be used for pleasure as well.

"Because you didn't earn it," she teased as she turned onto her side to face him, her fingers running through his tousled gingersnap hair.

Snorting air through his nose, Buddy closed his eyes contemplating the last 24 hours. He would have argued that he had been deserving of such a sexcapade in the past, but he did have his life threatened by a runt and his ego obliterated by a senior citizen. If that was the gatekeeping for such pleasures it wasn't a trophy he wanted to earn again so soon.

"Pretty sure I would like to cash in for the debacle on Christmas," Buddy muttered and Violet gave him a light jab to his arm.

"You started that fight with dad and you know it."

"It was a joke! Sorry that your old man can't take a joke-" he started, only to be cut off by a quick kiss by the raven-haired super.

"The only person who has a shorter fuse than you is him," Violet chided. Buddy scoffed in response as he closed his eyes.

"I've got patience. I'm notorious for playing the long game. I just can't suffer idiots…"

Violet shook her head and eyed him briefly. He still had a wicked mean streak to him, though he had managed to hide it from the press this far- but he had no issue dishing venom to NSA agents or supers.

"We should get back up top. Shower and whatnot," she suggested, and he nodded with a yawn, pulling the slender woman closer to him.

"In a minute, let me just catch my breath."

Famous last words as the pair of them passed out in the arena.