But he wanted to...

Dave said that he kinda liked getting the crap beat out of him by Mindy, that it gave him purpose (besides just wasting away on the couch, pretending to be another person), that it felt like they were driving towards something (hopefully great). All the other people putting on masks were just playing superhero - they were training to really do it! He couldn't tell his girlfriend Katie (who was probably 99% of the reason he retired in the first place), or Marty and Todd, but Dave didn't care - he and Mindy were having too much fun! And that was probably the problem...

Things with Katie were just kind of going, and even without all the secrecy and lunch-date ditches, the relationship was probably close to over. When they actually were together, it seemed like all they did was mirror things they had done at the start of their relationship, so in other words, there was absolutely zero passion, and neither could even muster the emotion to fight. And as much as he didn't want to admit it, Dave was starting to have eyes for other girls. Well, technically only one girl...

Maybe it was only the combination of endorphins and dopamine of all those hours spent pent up in close-quarters, sparring, but he noticed that Mindy was, well - for lack of a better term - a girl. He knew that she was a female, obviously, but until recently, he never really noticed her as the opposite sex. The graceful arcs of her Axe-kick, the plush curve of her lips as she barked at him to do it again, the sweet, natural smell that clung to the fine hairs at the back of her neck... Those were all things that he knew he shouldn't pay any mind to, but he just couldn't bring himself to stop; sometimes, not even thinking about the ass-kicking Big Daddy would've dished out on his skinny ass was enough to clear his head...

Mindy was always on his mind, in his blood. She was amazing! A total ass-kicker, she could hurl the quips as well as any throwing knife, she was intelligent, knew comics and almost every action movie ever made (especially if it involved kung-fu), was the definition of fearless, would throw her life on the line to protect the innocent, and was totally becoming one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. She was perfect, except for the fact that she was a minor, whereas he was not. God, why couldn't they have been the same age?

They could talk about anything else, but not this, not age. He liked her, she liked him, but unfortunately, neither one even suspected that the attraction was mutual, not even when their bodies where tossed on the padded flooring, bodies spent and mere inches away from the other, hearts pounding in their heads. There were easily five times that a move could have been made in just the first ten minutes alone, but if Dave's hand were to ever slip, Mindy would probably have his head, and if she were to blur the boundaries, not only would it be putting everything on the line, but he might take her 'instructions' the wrong way and undo weeks of training.

"Mindy!" Waving at the blonde girl hailing the cab outside of the school, Dave jogged over to her side, smiling just by being in her presence. Not entirely surly from the snide comments of the bitches in her class, she grinned when he joined her. "Hey."

Opening the door, she slid in first, watching her apprentice has he got in after her. Green was a great choice for his Kick-Ass costume, but that boy could really rock any color, as evidenced by the random assortment of t-shirts, hoodies, and coats that made up his wardrobe. No, Mindy scolded herself, business. This is pure business. "Get plenty of sleep last night?"

Dave shook his head, mindful of the height of the vehicle as he got in, tossing his backpack on the floor next to Mindy's. Wait, when she have the time to take it off her back...? Shit, that girl really was a ninja! "Katie came over last night."

Katie Deauxma was not a topic that came up very frequently, and as of late, her name was almost nonexistent. That was a double-edged sword in Hit Girl's back. "You should just break-up with her already."

Never very fond of his girlfriend in general, Dave knew that Mindy had a legitimate reason for saying that, but he wondered if there wasn't more to it than just the distraction/weakness that she offered. "It's not that easy-"

Slap! Mindy struck him across the face - earning a look from the cabbie, which she returned with a glare that said 'you fucking say a word and I won't pay you another dime' - leaving nothing more than a slight stinging sensation in his cheek. She warned Dave before that if he acted like a bitch, he was going to get slapped like a bitch, and they both knew that she would not hesitate to hit him. "It is that easy. You're just being a pussy, because you don't think that you'll ever get another girlfriend."

"Well I won't!" He turned to face her directly, "I mean, would you go out with me?" Crap! He could feel himself go paler, praying that by some miracle she didn't. He didn't mean it like that, although he would have liked to have heard the honest answer to that...

Of course she would! "I'm sure that there are plenty of girls that would lower their standards to your level..." She looked him over, doing her best to resist the feeling in her stomach, "Well, it's a big city, so I'm sure that there'll be someone blind, retarded, or desperate enough. Maybe..."

He rolled his eyes at her snarky reply, "Thanks."

Dammit, she didn't want him getting discouraged completely, "I'm just fucking with you! Fucking A, Dave! I thought you knew how to take a joke." Her eyes met his, "You're actually not as pathetic as you think you are. You're actually kind of incredible..."

"I am?" He laughed in disbelief, finding himself drawn closer and closer to her...

Magnets didn't have shit on the pull she was feeling in her chest at that moment, "...Yeah, you are."

And the 'Best Timing of the Year' award goes to... The Cabdriver! Pulling over a few blocks from their real destination, he cleared his throat, "That'd be twenty, even."

Moment ruined, Mindy was only half appreciative for the balding man, yanking away from Dave to fish the bills (drawn from an ATM one day after training Kick-Ass) from her pocket. Throwing them at the driver, she launched herself out of the car, glad for the solid ground as her feet hit the pavement. In silence, Dave followed after her. Not one word was exchanged until they reached the warehouse...

It was going to be a long fucking day...

So, just curious, how am I doing with this story so far? Is this story just as exciting as it first was, or did I miss the mark at some point? Was the sex scene written like shit, or was it decently put? Any little remark - one way or another - would not only help, but would be greatly appreciated! I'm not asking for a lot, am I? Maybe I am...

Kick-Ass is the property of Mark Millar and John Romita Jr. Emily Vela is mine. Knight too.