Knots
Oh God what the hell is she doing.
What the hell had she done?
Watching...
Who the hell did she think she was?
She'd just been kind of memorized by it.
The act not his equipment.
Although...
"You've been quiet everything okay?" Veronica asks sitting cross legged across from her on the bed, the last of a vegan pizza between them.
"Uh yeah...I was just thinking about getting my next target tonight."
Lie
You were thinking about sneaking into the pi sigma house and working out this itch with Dick! Bad bad girl.
"You really are good at this game." Veronica smiles at her and it feels a little sad, "thank you."
"Thank you?"
"For doing this..."
Oh god she didn't know and now she does. She probably did a recon trip into her bag while she was in the bathroom.
"You asked me too... I'm just being a good friend."
"So that means you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart and I can use your cut of the prize to buy that new telephoto lenses?"
"Don't even think about it." Mac tells her firmly standing from the bed and stepping into her sneakers.
"Where are you going?" She asks popping the last piece of pizza in her mouth, "its eleven o'clock."
"No wonder your a detective." She smirks, "so perceptive."
"Mac..." Veronica looks worried and she thinks it might be her kryptonite.
She sighs and puts her gun in the waist band of her shorts and pulls a Theta sweater over the obvious bulge.
"I'm going to meet Turner." Her target, "who had oh so conveniently offered to walk me back from my late lab."
"What late lab?"
"The one I made up in order to get him out of the safe zone?" She rolls her eyes and leaves. She has ten minutes or so to get to the computer sciences building to meet him.
She has to cross by the pi sigma house in order to get to the CS building in time.
Well she doesn't have to but she does anyway.
"Where do you think you're going?" A dark voice asks and she's frozen because she'd know those cadences anywhere.
Dick steps out of the shadows of the porch and she watches as he walks towards her.
She looks frantically around but it doesn't seem like she's been caught by anyone other than Dick.
"I'm going to meet someone." She tells him firmly standing taller now that she's positive she isn't going to be ganged up on.
"Turner... I know he was pretty excited to be getting some alone time with Cindi." She's not sure how she knows but she could swear he said that with an I and not a Y like she was a vapid slut.
"I don't need to defend myself to you." She bites back but he's just smirking at her. His body way too close.
She watches his hand move to her, knuckles red, his fingers running along the low neck of her tank top. His hand slides down over her breast and she bites back a noise. She won't let him have that satisfaction.
His hand doesn't stay there long enough to do anything other than make himself known and she hates how disappointed she is. His hand hot and heavy slides down her stomach to her waist where his fingers dip low into the waist of her shorts.
He leans in, "Are you not wearing underwear? Naughty." But he makes no effort to find out for sure because his hand slides back along her hip towards her back.
His hand on her gun.
She looks at him wide eyed, he'd be checking for her gun?! God he should go into airport security. Every frustrated housewife in the country would thank him for it.
She however is kind of pissed.
Dicks hand drops from her but he's still leaned in close, "remember your mine." The darkness in his voice causes a need for friction that she just doesn't want to think too hard about, "you owe me a show by the way." He tells her standing to his full height.
"I..." She bites her lip. She doesn't want to let him get away with this. This making her hot for him and promising a later, "if you win i'll give you more than that." She tells him darkly, her hands on his chest, she can feel his heart pounding franticly, can feel his breathing change and knows that he's not in control any more "of course if I win..." She smirks at him loving that he's holding his breath for her,"well..." Her fingers slide down his arms and run softly, slowly, barely touching along his wrists, "I'm very good with knots." She smiles and runs off to meet Turner.
She looks at her watch she's still got time to take down her target before he gives up and she misses her chance.
He's sitting on the step of the building looking at his phone when she gets there. He's a surprisingly slight framed man for the Pi Sigma stock, but he'd had that standard overconfidence that boys got when they had no trouble with the ladies. She had smiled at him but didn't laugh at his jokes, she'd flipped her hair and batted eyelashes and had other plans later until his confidence had broken and he'd offered to walk her back from the plans she had made up.
She'd feel a little bad if it wasn't just so easy.
"Sorry I'm late." She tells him breathlessly.
He looks up at her and she almost trips over her own feet as she comes to a stop.
He has a black eye and looks kind of defeated. Which were new.
"Hi..." He stands up and she can see that his knuckles are red.
"Are you okay?" She asks and the good person in her wins out over the bad for the first time since she'd been weighed down by that pink plastic gun because she goes to him and picks up his hand to examine it.
He is carrying the tell tale signs of being in a fight.
But he's smiling at her?
"Why are you smiling? Doesn't it hurt?" She asks confused.
"I told him I wasn't your target. I told him so." He smiles and leans down to kiss her.
She dodges and jumps back and before he can even take a step she has her gun pointed at him and there's pink paint across his shirt.
His face drops and he rubs his bruised knuckles through his slightly matted hair.
"God. I'll never live this down. He was right. Why wouldn't he be right he knows you."
Dick
Of course.
"Did Dick do that to you?" She asks darkly. Turner just shrugs like it doesn't matter but its a noncommittal yes, it burns her that he'd do that.
He'd said mine but that meant the game right? It was just the game and one good roll in the hay as her prize...right...
Right?
"Come on I'll walk you back to the house, my targets in my room." She wonders if he's always such a gracious loser or if it has something to do with Dicks threat.
Both of them.
They are within view of Greek row when she takes his hand and walks close to him. She takes his arm and pulls it over her shoulders so she can get cover...closer! Closer.
Okay yeah she's been expecting some hubris to fall on her head actually.
"No ones going to shoot you." He tells her quietly.
She looks up at him wide eyed. So he knows that's what she's doing. Then why hasn't he moved yet?
"Why not? Its the game."
Turner smiles at her, "Dicks made it pretty clear that he's the only one who can touch you." But at this he pulls her tighter to his side making her stumble a little over his legs and laugh as he swoops in to keep her upright.
"Then what's going on here?" She can't help it her voice gets a little dark and she's sure her smirk has thrown him because he's just looking at her for a long moment, "Turner?"
"Oh yeah well obviously your touching me. That doesn't count." He tells her opening the door to the frat house.
"Oh if that's the case there's lots of things I could do to you."
He loses the door handle at that and it swings open wide to show Dick.
Oh he thinks he can touch her like that and claim her like a piece of land and she's just going to sit there and wait for him to win her?
Fuck. That.
She focuses all her attention of Turner, "where's your room?" She asks and her voice is dark and full of promises he has to know she isn't going to keep. Dick however makes a choking noise behind her.
He points upstairs and he leads her by the hand.
The entire house silent waiting for confirmation.
"I don't suppose you have any rope?" She asks hopefully not so loud as to be obvious but loud enough for Dick.
She closes the door hard and turns to Turner.
"Thanks." She tells him softly.
"So he's right then? You guys have a thing?"
She shrugs as he hands her her new target, "a something I guess." She crosses his room and turns on his stereo and she grabs his bed frame knocking it hard against the wall.
"If he asks...mention something vague about how skilled I am with knots." She tells him sliding his window open.
"Are you?"
"Am I what?" She asks with her legs outside of the house.
"Skilled with knots?"
She smiles at him, "very." She confirms and before he can say anything else she's on the grass at the side of the house and darting across to the Theta house.