By the time Buddy was finished instructing the dimwit how to stop the Gama Ray from firing Violet was out like a light, sleeping on Buddy's bed. Buddy just stood in the doorway watching Violet, trying to remember the last time he had seen a woman in his bed. It was quite some time.
His eyes went to the clock on his nightstand. 12:32 AM, read the red lights. He heaved a sigh and exited the room and went back to his office room. The cabin was meant to be a getaway from his work but somehow he always ended up working. Somehow, pleasure always meddled into his business too..
He was repeating the process over again. Well, not exactly. Mirage had been a employee, not a prisoner but then again what was the difference other then pay? Her job forced her to stay on his island for long periods of time, and to be away from her family, though she didn't mind. Apparently all she had left was her brother who half the time was either drunk or trying to make bail.
Sitting down at the computer he checked his mail, and noticed he had a letter from Veto. He checked it but it was just another idle threat, he also had a few 'business' propositions from several wealthy foreign military powers. He'd have to have a back round check before he could reply. Last thing he'd want was to be flanked down by some spies looking for terrorist. No if he was caught though this.. Well either he'd be sent to jail for life unless if his crimes were deemed punishable by death, and he was sure they were, or he'd be the governments slave till the day he died. He'd take his chances with the jail system.
After checking his mail Buddy made his way into the den to put more wood onto the fire. Was he really repeating the process? No he wouldn't allow another failure.. He'd have to get his act together, not to let his guard down around that girl, and more importantly not to get attached. Hard part was though, he already was. How could he not feel something for the Super. She was smart, determined... gorgeous.. and Mr. Incredible's daughter. Old habits really did die hard. He was still going to brain wash her right?! What would it matter at that point? Sure, she'd still be his daughter though blood but her mind would be his... but it wouldn't be hers...
Buddy cursed softly. He just couldn't win. Maybe he could just erase her family memories? Surely she'd still be the same person, right? He didn't know. All he knew was that he was falling again. Falling for what once was his pawn.. but she had rose to being the queen in this chess game.
He sat, falling back into his armchair and stared into the fire contemplating on the situation. He couldn't attack her family without upsetting her unless if he did brainwash her, and he couldn't do that, but God how he dreamed of seeing Bob's face as he arrived at Violet's funeral with Violet at his side.. Buddy buried his face into his hands. Why was this so difficult? Sure he could figure out any math problem thrown at him, create weapons years ahead of its time, defeated several of the best Supers ever know, survive a explosion and still have all his limbs attached.. but he couldn't find a solution to this..
"I need a fucking drink.." He muttered as he rose to from his seat and dragged himself into the kitchen, rummaging in the cabinets and pulled out a Whiskey bottle and took a glass, filling the glass half way he took both the glass of whiskey as well as the bottle back into the den and returned to his arm chair.
"Just ignore her till you brain wash her Buddy.. Just till then.." He assured himself, taking a sip from the glass. "Just till then.."
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When Violet woke up the next morning she herself was surprised that she awoken in Syndrome's bed. No. Not Syndrome's. It was Buddy's bed. Or at least for the time being. She managed to roll out of bed at 8:13.
She wasn't a morning person normally, but today she had a reason to get out of bed. She had to find Buddy, and she had to either ask if she could ever be let go, or she'd have to make a run for it. Would she tell the NSA of her discovery though? Well she'd have to. What else could of happened? 'I was ambushed by a bunch of raccoons, I swear Rick!' She smiled at the thought. Rick was a human lie detector and Violet never was good at fibbing.
Stumbling into the hall way she stopped seeing Buddy sleeping on the floor beside the couch. She wondered why he hadn't waken her up and kicked her out of his room or at least slept on the couch, bust spotting the empty Whiskey bottle in his hand explained a bit more to her.
She slowly creped closer to the sleeping man and thought about waking him up but she decided against it. She slowly made her way over to the kitchen to search for something to satisfy her empty stomach. All she freakin' wanted was a bowl a cereal but of course there wouldn't be any. What super villain ate cereal? Violet then tried to imagine Buddy devouring a bowl of Lucky Charms and giggled at the thought. She rummaged about Buddy's cabinets before going to his freezer and sure enough there was some Eggo Waffles. She smiled a bit at it but was glad to of found a ready to eat food. She took two and placed them into Buddy's old fashion pop up toaster.
While the were toasting Violet found where the eating utensils were kept and got herself a fork and knife as well as a plate then retrieve butter and syrup from the fridge. Settling down at the table, Violet spread the butter evenly across her waffles and poured the syrup upon her plate before cutting up the waffles.
She had about three bites when Buddy started to stir. She glanced over towards him from the kitchen, unsure if she should assist him or to stay put. Her better judgment told her to stay put.. A hung over buff evil genius might not be in the mood for 'help', but her compassionate hero side told her to go forth. She got up from the table and went over to Buddy's side.
"Umm.. Buddy...?" She asked gently, still partly unsure of the situation.
"..Mrrmmm... What?" Came a grumble from the whiskey reeking man on the floor.
"Are you.. Alright?" She asked softly. "I mean do you need help with anything or can I get you something?"
Buddy groaned, wanting to punch a wall. Was he alright? No of course he wasn't. SHE was here. How could he be alright with that girl around. What he originally thought was a blessing had become a curse for him. The perfect weapon against Mr. Incredible was now destroying all his plans. And she hadn't even seen his plans!
"Buddy? Jesus you don't look good.. How much did you drink?! Just stay there.. let me get you a trash can and some water.."
Did he really look that bad? He only drank one bottle of Whiskey.. But then again he wasn't feeling too hot. He struggled to get to his feet. He didn't normally drink, only when he was stressed. His mother warned him in his adolescent years. Alcoholics on both sides. Almost destined to be a problem drinker, and he certainly sealed that fate after finding out Mirage left him for good...
Violet came over to him with a glass of water and the trash can from the bathroom, she held the water out to him.
"Here.." She offered, her violet blue eyes gazing up at him, filled with worry.
He remembered how Mirage would at him like that. Whenever he'd work late into the night or test out some of his gadgets. He once ended up breaking his arm after his rocket boots malfunctioned and Mirage had nearly killed him for that, but now this girl was killing him, and being that he wasn't completely in control of himself, he had no buffer for his words to her.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked "Don't you know who I am.. I mean.. you and.. I'm the bad guy here.. you have your chance to run don't you? Why stay behind... You could of probably gotten out of here and hitched a ride to the next town.. You'd be half way home by the time I could do anything.." and his words seemed to of shocked her, they partly shocked himself. He heaved a sigh and placed his hands onto Violet's slender shoulders.
"Vi- …. Why are you still here?" Violet stared up at him in mildly confused with the situation, as if he asked her a trick question. She seemed to of struggled to find an answer.
"Buddy I-"
"My name's not Buddy.. it's Syndrome and-!" But she put down the water and trash pale, placing a single finger over his lips.
"..No.. It's Buddy." She whispered gently. "And Buddy I don't really know why I didn't leave.. I mean I guess I knew I could of gotten away.. not without you coming after me but.. you need to stop making yourself look like a all around bastard Buddy.. You do have good in you."
"BUT I KILLED PEOPLE VIOLET!" He nearly screamed. "Don't you get that?! I killed people who were seen as Gods! .. I could kill you and you wouldn't stand so much as a chance.." He said, each sentence dimming down to a lower whisper. ".. I almost did kill you already.. and if you don't leave.. I might.." He said, removing his hands from her and he turned his back onto her. "Leave Violet.. If you know whats good for you, you'll leave now.." He whispered, waiting to hear those foot steps to head for the door, but it never came, instead he felt her gentle hands take his.
"Buddy.. " She started, he heard her unsteadiness. "Buddy I know there's good in you.. And it's like you said, if you were going to kill me you would of done it by now." She whispered softly and smiled. "Now come on.. Let's get you a cup of coffee so you can clear you head.." She said leading him into the kitchen and motioned him to sit at the table.
Buddy was to tired and too hung over to argue further. Instead he sat himself at the table, watching Violet scurry about the kitchen to make a pot of coffee in a daze and before he knew it there was a coffee cup set in front of him, as well as creamer and sugar.
"How many spoons of sugar?" Violet asked opening the jar.
"Hmm? Oh uhh.. Two?" He said, not quite sure himself and Violet gave him two scoops and poured some cream in. Buddy took the cup and nodded.
"..Thanks." and she nodded sitting down across from him, watching him, which was rather nerve racking for Buddy, but he did his best to ignore her violet-blue gaze.
"Why didn't you kick me out of your room last night, or at least go to bed too." A frown tugged at Buddy's lips. So it began He grunted setting the cup down.
"..I wasn't in the mood sleep at the time, alright?" He groaned, Violet didn't go for it though.
"...Buddy. You don't have to pretend." And those words struck him hard. He wasn't pretending anything! Or was he? It was too hard to tell anymore. He'd been dreaming of revenge for years, but never acted upon it. Made countless inventions for other villains but never set plans down for himself. He said it just wasn't in the cards but... He was God awful tired of making mistakes.
Buddy glanced back to her gentle smile. That smile was tearing him apart. No pretending? His entire life was based upon imagination. Running around as a kid dressed in some ridiculous outfit for her dad. Creating inventions that, according to the government, didn't exist.. pretending he didn't have feelings for this super. Yeah. Pretending was a whole lot easier.
"...I got a question for you super..." He started, taking another sip of his coffee, his world starting to clear up now.
"Shoot" replied Violet
"...You have a guy back home or I don't know.. some sort of friend with benefits.." He asked gently, and Violet's face went red. Obviously she wasn't expecting such a bold question.
"..Well, no. No not really I guess.." She said blushing and Buddy smirked.
"..So no guy running around in tights that would clobber me for kissing you.." He inquired and Violet laughed.
"Other then my dad? No. I never really enjoyed the super hero guys anyway.. I don't think I could handle the thought of them saving a bunch of fan girls everyday,.. getting thank you kisses and... what not." She said looking down, shrugging of the awkward thought. Buddy grinned.
"Well You wouldn't have to worry about that from me.."
So the two talked. They spoke of their childhoods, how messed up they were in their own ways, of their original hopes and dreams. Favorite movies, songs bands. Violet was rather surprised at just how similar their tastes were. And they spoke of their influences on the media. Buddy had bought himself a three disk set of The Worlds Worst Villains, only to find he was placed third right below some rich brat and a mad scientist who tried creating an army of plants, and Buddy almost fell out of his seat when Violet told him how a fan boy, who happened to be a former class mate of hers, created an X rated comic for and about Incredi-girl. It was a quarter past noon when they decided on making lunch. Violet would have been fine on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches but Buddy, being the inventor he was, would have to create a delicious master piece, and Violet was beginning to assume Buddy came from an Italian background, due to his love of pasta. Spaghetti and meatballs. As long as it wasn't meat loaf she didn't really care.
As Violet poured the rods of spaghetti into the boiling water, Buddy had begun rolling the wads of meat into nearly perfectly round balls. Violet frowned. That was always her favorite part, and Buddy must of seen her displeasure because he offered her a chunk of ground beef, grinning.
"Okay, you can play with my balls..." He said, that smug grin wide. Violet went red and took the meat from him palm.
"...Just because I kissed you.. doesn't mean I want to 'do' you.." She muttered and Buddy laughed.
"I don't know kid.. You seem pretty eager to get at my meat." He said laughing still, and Violet's face was only getting redder, hard to tell if it was from embarrassment or anger.
"You pervert!" She exclaimed, flustered, which only made Buddy laugh harder and she growled putting her poorly made meat ball onto the tray with the others. "You can make your stupid meatballs.. I'm gonna make sure this spaghetti doesn't go stiff.." She muttered, now churning the spaghetti, and Buddy erupted into a even bigger fit of laughter, which made Violet frown even more.
"And whats so funny now?" Buddy shook his head, trying to catch his breath so he could spit out another perverted comment.
"I suppose you have a lot of things go stiff on you.. huh?" he asked with a sly grin. It took Violet a minute to to take in what he meant by that, but she nearly exploded.
"BUDDY! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!" She roared, and Buddy collapsed onto the floor laughing still, his own face turning bright red.
"Alright Vi! Calm down.. But OH MAN!" He chuckled getting to his feet. "..That was funny, you got to admit.." He said grinning at her, but she gave no smile in return.
"...Jerk" She simply replied before she got the strainer and moved the pot of spaghetti to the sink, dumping it into the strainer. Buddy smirked before popping the meat balls into the oven.
While waiting for the meatballs to cook, Buddy made a meat sauce, while Violet just sat and watched, not wanting to part take in any more cooking, in fear that he might do some 'thats what she said' joke. For a man ten years older then her, he seemed rather youthful. Like he belonged to a bunch of her old school mates rather then list of defeated villains. She also found herself rather attracted to Buddy. He did have a certain..'look' about him. Strong frame, even stronger jaw line, typical male ego, great smile.. but his eyes.. They truly defined her feelings for him. One eye, his untouched left eye was a brilliant ice blue. Clear, gentle, loving maybe even. And she really did love blue eyes. But his other. Hie EYE. If you could call it and eye scared her. He probally wanted that effect, being a villain and all. It seemed so cruel at times. God now she knew how Edgar Allen Poe felt.
"Mind lending me a hand?" Came Buddy's cool voice, now having gotten over the whole sex joke fiasco only moments before. Violet scoffed looking away.
"You seem capable enough to do it yourself.." Muttered a annoyed Violet, who received a sigh from Buddy.
"..Okay, look I'm sorry about those jokes before. They were dumb, I get it.. Now could you maybe I don't know.. make a salad or at least set the table?" He asked and Violet nodded, getting up.
"Sure I guess.. " She said as she began to look for a decent sized salad bowl.
"One door over, top shelf." Came Buddy's voice again and Violet went to where he said, pulling out a white plastic bowl. Setting it down Violet then went over to the fridge taking out lettuce along with some peppers, cucumbers and carrots. She blinked looking around then up at Buddy.
"No mushrooms?" She asked disappointed, and Buddy made a disgusted expression.
"Ugh, no. I refuse to eat fungus.." He muttered and Violet shrugged. Not much she could do about that.
While preparing the salad, Violet couldn't help but Buddy watching her. She sighed as she began to toss the salad.
"..Can I help you?" She asked, obviously still upset from before. Buddy smirked.
"Well you could, in more ways then one, but I doubt you'd be willing to.." He said smiling gently as Violet slammed her palms onto the counter.
"I swear to God, Buddy, if this is another sex joke I'll have to hurt you.." but Buddy shook his head.
"Calm down Super, I was gonna joke about bad guy stuff.. you know.. world domination, revenge against your daddy.. Government." Violet frowned.
"..Thats not a topic to joke about Buddy." She hissed and Buddy glanced over, no longer smiling.
"So should I ask you about it seriously? Violet would you be my sexy side kick and take over the world with me please!" He begged, his words drenched with sarcasm as he clasped his hands together to continue begging. "And along the way maybe kick your dad's ass!" He said before shaking his head, now as frustrated as Violet was. He began to pour the sauce on top of the spaghetti.
"I'd never be your 'side kick'" she muttered "Good or bad, your ego would get us both killed."
"Okay then.." Buddy started as he removed the meatballs from the oven. "Ego and Bad Guy part aside.. Would you be my partner then?" He asked giving a sly smile to her and she nodded.
"Well I guess I would be then sure, course I'm a bit up for being solo for awhile but yeah. If you weren't a jerk.. which you are, and if you were a good guy, which you could be, I'd be your partner."
"So you would do me!" Buddy asked smiling and Violet's face went pale.
"No I didn't say that!" She exclaimed, he face now turning bright red. Buddy chuckled.
"Oh yes you did! Or at least implied it.. You said you'd be my partner, not my side kick, and you agreed. Sure I didn't specify what type of partner, but an obligation of a partner is to keep up with a romantic life.."
Violet growled, grabbing a fistful of salad and flung it at Buddy's face, a red pepper managing to lodge itself into his hair. Buddy gave Violet a flabbergasted look before frowning, taking to bowl of spaghetti and lifted it over her head and turned the bowl upside down, sauce and all plopping on top of Violet who gave a shriek of displeasure. Buddy couldn't help but laugh at the sight, Violet however was not in the laughing mood.
She parted the pasta, as she would if it were her own hair so she could see her attacker. She growled.
"Oh your a dead man.." She warned and Buddy folded his arms grinning.
"Technically I suppose you could say that yes, though of course your 'dead' too, not that we are zombies or anything but- MPHM!" He was cut off by Violet, shoving a meat ball into his trap.
"Don't you ever shut up?" She asked, pulling the spaghetti out of her hair. Buddy simply shook his head, swallowing the meatball, catching his breath.
"Not really, no..." He replied staring at Violet, and she stared right back, and it stayed like this for several moments, both of them locked into each others cruel gaze. But then Buddy broke that gaze with a smile, picking up a meat ball and tossed it at Violet's chest. The war had officially begun.
Violet frowned grabbing her own meat ball and repeating Buddy's action, the sauce staining his nice clean white dress shirt, he didn't seem to care to much though, instead he retaliated by taking what sauce was left over and flinging the sauce at her own shirt, no, his shirt. And then the two erupted to a full on food fight frenzy, Violet, tossing the spaghetti pieces still clinging to her hair as well at the ones on the floor, Buddy, chucking what meat balls remained. Each of their faces now covered in sauce.
Violet ran around to duck behind the table for cover as Buddy went to pick up the meat balls scattered on the floor he managed to slip and fall onto the saucy floor, crashing with a 'uff!' Violet let out a laugh and crawled under the table to meet her fallen nemesis.
"Buddy, You okay?" She asked with a laugh. Buddy only smirked and shook his head, his hair now drenched with the meat sauce, before throwing up his arms.
"Alas! I have been defeated by an Incredible.. AGAIN!" He said before laughing and Violet joined him in his laughter.
After nearly destroying the kitchen, as well as each other, Buddy and Violet saw it fit to clean up and make a sandwiches instead. The kitchen was cleaned in a cinch. Buddy had installed a self cleaning system throughout the entire cabin. He said it was just in case any of his workers decided to trash the place. Violet's mind immediately went off to Frank and Greg. She could see those two causing all sorts of trouble for Buddy.
Cleaning themselves off was an entirely different matter however. Buddy offered for Violet to shower first, but she only had one set of 'unmentionables' and they needed to be cleaned, so Buddy directed Violet where the laundry room was before he disappeared into the bathroom. Thankfully for Violet Buddy's washer and dryer had a quick wash setting so she was able to wash her clothes and dry them before Buddy got out of the shower so she could go in.
Violet was more then please to see that Buddy kept conditioner in his shower, of course seeing that his hair was almost as long at hers when wet, conditioner was necessary. She was even more please that she wouldn't reek of Axe or some other big brand of guy soap. She'd just smell clean.
Drying herself off and redressing in the same outfit as before, Violet, wrapped her hair up in the towel that was left out for her and she ventured out of the bathroom and back into the cabin, finding Buddy sitting in a chair by the fire. Reading. She slowly moved over to his side, noticing that his hair was already gelled up into that flame form that she had always associated with him.
"What'cha readin'?" She asked, removing the towel wrap, letting her damp hair fall down. Buddy frowned.
"1984. I don't suppose you read it at all.." He inquired and Violet shook her head. He sighed and nodded. "Yeah, didn't think so. Schools have been dumbing down their students more and more each passing year." He mumbled closing the book and glanced up at her, no visible emotion now.
"Anyway. I'll probably bring you back to HQ tomorrow morning when the snow melts a little bit more."
Violet felt her jaw drop slightly.
"You mean your still taking me back! Your not gonna let me go home to my family!?" She exclaimed, not believing what she just heard. "Before you said-"
"Before I was hung over.. My mind is made up and clearer then ever.." He snapped getting out of the chair. "..I can't let you go Violet...Not now, not ever.."
Violet stared at him in disbelief. He didn't seem to be joking. Not one little bit.
"Buddy.. please.. I thought that.. that maybe-"
"That what? That I had a change of heart? Well let me inform you on a few things super, even if I did have a change of heart.. I still wouldn't let you go because my ass would end up in some Federal prison or even on Death Row."
"I could lie.. I could say it was some other villain, like-"
"Like who?" Inquired Syndrome. "Hmm? Like The Zoo Keeper, or how about The Hornet? Because guess what cup cake.. a lot of the big name villains that could of done it if the didn't have rocks for brains were there! And if one of them goes down, they all go down, including me!"
Violet sighed sitting down on the sofa. He was right. She seen it a hundred times before. The bad guys gave the location of other wanted men and women just to lower their time in prison. She glanced back up at Syndrome. He was no longer looking at her. In fact he had his back to her. She felt sick suddenly. It wouldn't even matter if he fell for her, or vice versa. Syndrome would look out for himself. Protect himself. Never other. Never.
She stood up and moved towards the bathroom, locking herself in it before allowing herself to release her tears of fury.
Buddy sighed, relieved to hear that lock click. He doubted that he could handle another minute of arguing with her with out losing his temper.
He moved back to his room and made his bed before laying in it. What else was he supposed to do? He couldn't let her go. Even if she promised not to tell anyone anything people would still question her. Her parents might trust her enough to just accept the fact she was safe, but the NSA never would. They'd interview her until they got what they wanted. And though Violet could mean well, it'd mean nothing after so many hours of being locked up in any jail like environment she'd crack. And he'd be finished.
He ran his hands over his face. There was no other solution. He could try to brain wash her. To forget about him.. But he didn't want that. Not now. But did she want it? He sat up. He didn't want to forget the feeling of her velvet hair, of her soft kisses, nor the sound of her voice. In fact he wanted more of it.. But Violet...
She had a family. Friends maybe even. Sure she warmed up to him but it was obvious she'd always want her family.
He could just go along with his original plan. Brainwash her and keep her to himself. Maybe she'd still go for him in time. He could tell her he found her.. He couldn't be a super hero.. but he'd certainly settle to be her hero.
He sighed rolling out of bed and moved to the door only to nearly collide with a teary eyed Violet. He blinked, not knowing what to say or do. But Violet did.
She stared up at him. Silent for a moment but managed to speak unlike Syndrome.
"Buddy.. I want to go home.." She started gazing up at him. "..And I understand that your scared but-"
"Scared?! Oh listen Super, I'm not scared I just-" But he then felt Violet's finger on his lips. She was frowning up at him.
"I wasn't finished..." She warned before looking down and removing her finger. "..You have the right to hide. To let me go would be turning yourself in, but as long as your keeping me against my will.. Your the bad guy and I'm the good guy- er.. girl." She said and sighed. "..So I'm making my stand now. I'm going home Buddy. I'll fight you if I have to. I'll be honest, I wish I didn't have to but I will. So what will it be, do you want to be Buddy, or Syndrome?"
Buddy gapped at her. He was expecting her to say some sort of resistant speech, but this.. This was almost like the real deal. He could feel the tension that so many heroes before he gave him as they gave their 'this is it' speech. Only problem was, he couldn't kill her. He could. But he didn't want to. But he didn't want to lose her.
He sighed shaking his head. He doubted Violet would go for the brainwash plan now. After all. He was the bad guy, and she was the good girl. The oldest tale in the book.
"Alright fine." He said in thought, as Violet patiently waited for his answer. "..Alright.." He closed his eyes for a moment then clasped his hands together and reopened his eyes. "If we are going to play heroes and villains.. then it'll have to wait until I can get my suit.. But until then.. I'd like this cabin to be somewhat of a time out zone.."
"Buddy this isn't a game!" Violet growled before Buddy brought her close to him, hooking his arms around her waist. She struggled but Buddy loosened his grip as he brought one hand to her chin and lifted it up so she could see his face.
"I know Vi, I know. Just-.. Just give me tonight okay.. Just one more night of Violet and Buddy.. No Invisi-Girl, No Syndrome, no NSA, no 'what would my family think'.. Jut you..and me. And then tomorrow. When we get back to my compound I'll take that bracelet off.. We'll have a fair fight, and if you win I'll let you go home.. in fact I'll arrange your ride home myself..."
Violet blinked taking in what he was offering. One night of time out and then a fair shot at getting out. Getting home. Courtesy of Syndrome himself. It was an offer almost to good to refuse. Almost.
"A-and if you win? What do you get. I mean it'd just stay the same for you as if nothing happened, cause I'm not gonna allow you to use me against my dad or anything like that.." She said sternly before Buddy brought his face closer to hers.
"..Well if I win, and I plan to.., I get to keep you all to myself.." He whispered, his breath at her neck, then he planted a kiss onto her neck, trailing on up till his lips were on top of hers and it wasn't long till Violet was nothing but puddy in his arms. And Buddy knew it.
Buddy gathered her frail body into his arms before taking her over to his bed and laid her down onto the comforter, Violet's slender form stretched out before him. For him. Her pale face flushed and he smiled moving over top of her, careful not to put any weight on her, almost scared that he might break her, his hands gently placing themselves on the inner sides of Violets theighs. She stiffened at this touch and he leaned in to kiss her gently.
"I won't hurt you. I promise." He whispered gently.
"At least not tonight.." She corrected, her voice nearly cracking, and he smiled at this.
"..At least not tonight.." He repeated as his hands slide up just at the opening now, Violet sucking in her breath. Buddy's gaze returned to her face, a thought crossing his mind.
"Are you a virgin?" He asked unsure and Violet quickly replied with a shake of her head.
"No, just out of practice." She confessed and he gave a grin.
"Well I'm sure I can help catch us both up..." He said as his hands moved along to the outside of her thighs and moved to her hips. "Now I'm pretty sure you and I are covered in first base, but we may need to review second base..." He whispered as his finger gripped at the shirt she wore. He eyes looked at her pleadingly, and Violet nodded.
Buddy grinned as he slowly removed the shirt, Violet wriggling herself out of it as well so her chest was nearly exposed except for that bra. Buddy tossed the unwanted shirt across the room then automatically went to reach around to release Violet's bosoms from the garment but was shocked to feel a gentle push from her.
"Buddy-" She gasped and Buddy thought it was game over at that point, but was mistaken as he felt her fingers fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.
"I want to see you first." She almost demanded and Buddy couldn't help but chuckle.
"Whatever happened to 'ladies first?'" He asked as Violet managed to get the second button open. Violet gave a weak laugh.
"I am first! I'm supposed to be please first, not exposed first you pervert." She snapped, stuck on the third button. Buddy gave a smug grin at the sight.
"Says the woman trying to pry my shirt off..." He teased before undoing the buttons himself, then pulled the shirt off, dropping it off on the edge of the bed. His torso exposed to Violet for the first time.
Violet stared at him in slight awe as she lifted her right hand off of the bed to run her hand over his chest.
His chest was littered with scars, just as he had said before, that engine had certainly left a mark, or in his case marks. Her lip trembled before gazing back up at Buddy. He was gazing down at her. He looked almost ashamed. As if he was waiting for her to run away. But she didn't.
Violet leaned up placing a gentle kiss on one of his scars, her arms finding their way to his back, clinging to him now till she forced herself to sit up so she could rest her head onto his shoulder.
"Do they still hurt?" She asked in a whisper, her eyes traveling to his, but his gaze only met with the floor.
"..Every now and again they sting." He admitted to her bitterly. "Except this one.." He said taking one of her hands and led it over a scar running from his right shoulder blade and went down to the left side of his rip cage.
"This one hurts all the time.."
Violet's eyes remained on his hand which covered hers. Gingerly she moved her free hand to the hand that engulfed her other hand and smiled softly, bringing his hand to place it over onto her own chest, right above her heart.
"Tonight is not about the past Buddy.., its about tonight.." She whispered gently in his ear.
Buddy's eyes traveled to where his hand now laid thanks to Violet. He smirked gently. His entire life was based upon his past. But tonight he could make an exception.
His hand slowly moved into the cup of bra to feel her bare breast, his fingers massaging the tender skin before gently pinching her nipple, causing Violet to jump closer to him. He smiled, removing his hand from her bra and meeting it's counter part on her back, resting on the clasp of her bra.
"May I?" He inquired, nuzzling her, laying a kiss on her jaw.
"Please do.." She whispered back to him.
Buddy's hands made quick work of releasing the clip of the bra and even quicker work of removing the garment, though he was careful not to tear the material nor hurt her.
Violet remained close to Buddy, hiding herself the best she could. She found herself glaring at the bracelet that kept her from using her powers. She would of given anything to be invisible at this moment.
"You're so beautiful.." She heard Buddy whisper to her. She glanced up to him. She never considered herself beautiful. Cute maybe. But never beautiful.
"..Your just saying that.." She murmured looking down, only for her gaze to be forced back up, his hand gently gripping her jaw.
"No Violet. I mean it." He said in all honesty as he gently laid her back down onto the bed. "I could never hope to create something as gorgeous as you.." he said as he straightened himself up again, gazing at her flawless form. His hands finding their way back to her hips. God he loved her curves!
This time Violet made no remarks who goes first. Infact she seemed eager to get out of the sweat pants, trying to pull them off, but Buddy's hands prevented that.
"Oh no you don't.. I want this to last.." He teased gently before he tugged at the pants, inching them off her waist, down her legs till he was able to dispose of them at her feet. His fingers slowly trailing up her smooth, pale legs.
"..You used my razor, didn't you?" He asked, smirking at her gently as his hands rested gently on her inner thighs. She blushed.
"Yeah.. I kinda can't stand having any visible hairs.. It's a pet peeve of mine, sorry I sh-"
"Oh don't apologize Vi, don't." He said smirking, his finger tips just at the hems of her panties. Her breathing was heavier then ever, just waiting for his touch. "..There is almost nothing better then the feeling of a womans silky smooth leg.. " He said before he pressed a finger against her dampness, causing Violet to suck in her breath.
"Except for that maybe." He whispered grinning, his finger rubbing though the material, Violet arching her back at his touch, her hands gripping at the sheets.
"Oh Buddy.." She moaned softly. Hearing her moan his name was like Ecstasy to Buddy. He kept his fingers between her leg and moved in, kissing her as passionately as he could.
"Yes?" He inquired between a kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth, which was welcomed by her own tongue. His free hand finding its way back to Violet's breasts, fondling her.
"I want you now-" She breathed and Buddy broke the kiss at that moment grinning from ear to ear. "
"Oh but my dear, we just started.." He teased taking both hands away. "But if you insist..." He said softly into her ear as his hands were placed back onto he hips once more, sliding off the damp material from her body ever so slowly, the dropped them off the side off the bed, focusing on the sight before him.
Violet, no longer trying to cover herself from his hungry eyes, and was staring at him hungrily. Craving his touch. For him to be in her. She sat up and moved to him, her hands going to his belt buckle, fumbling to unlock him.
Buddy closed his eyes, loving the feeling of Violet's fingers on the bulge of his pants. Hearing the buckle unclick, Buddy spared no time in pouncing onto Violet.
"Buddy! I'm not finished!" She laughed struggling to break free from his grip, forced back to the bed. Buddy smiled kissing her neck as he began to kick off his jeans.
"Oh calm yourself Super, almost there.." And with success he slipped of his jeans and kicked them off the bed, now left in his boxers. Violet frowned before she managed to slip her hand under the band of his boxers and she wrapped her fingers around his hard members and gently caressed it. Buddy panted at her touch.
"Oh Vi- Don't- don't stop.." He pleaded, and Violet smiled continuing this action for awhile until Buddy wrapped his hand around her wrist. "I'm getting close.." He whispered, removing her hand from his member and released his own hold on Violet.
Violet rolled away from him, laying on her back she beckoned him to join her and he didn't hesitate to do so, tugging off his boxers as he got to her side, and she slipped under the covers so naturally Buddy followed her under. Placing himself above her once more, his erection was just at her opening now, and at the same moment he enclosed her mouth over hers, he plunged into her, Violet moaning into him.
The two moved at a slow and steady pace at first, but once Violet's fingers began to tangle into Buddy's hair he couldn't resist but quicken the pace.
"Oh Buddy. Oh – oh God- Buddy" She moaned beneath him and soon they both came together.
Panting and drenched with sweat, Buddy collapsed beside Violet, and out of instinct perhaps, she moved, curling into his side. Resting her head onto his chest rather then a pillow. Buddy smiled gently and wrapped a firm arm around her pulling her as close as he could.
The two, exhausted from pleasure, were speechless for quite sometime until Buddy placed a gentle kiss onto Violet's forehead.
"Your father would most certainly clobber me now." He commented and Violet laughed in response.
"He'd try.. but then again if I could use my powers.. I'd protect you.." She whispered looking up at him. Buddy smiled.
"Oh would you now?" He asked and she gave a quick nod.
"Yeah.. but if my mom joined in then you'd be on your own." She said and now Buddy laughed.
"Fair enough Super, fair enough.." He whispered, placing another kiss onto Violet's forehead and sighed heavily.
"Sleep tight, Vi." He said gently, stroking her velvet hair. She smiled closing her eyes.
"..Good night, Buddy." She whispered back to him, and before long the two were out. Sleeping peacefully in each others embrace.