More. In some part of the back of his mind, locked in some unlit corner with repressed childhood memories, Dave knew that this was technically wrong, that he shouldn't be doing this kind of thing with a minor, but he couldn't help the urges he felt to keep kissing her. Her lips were coated in artificial wax, but even that wasn't enough to stay the pent-up desire he had been keeping at bay all this time. He needed to taste more... He needed Mindy, and it was more than sexually - he needed her in his life, giving him purpose and direction. Sure, as Kick-Ass, he had an instinctual drive to protect, but after he had teamed up with Mindy to help her avenge her father and take down the Genovese family, he realized that it was a blind wish that would have killed him sooner rather than later. But it was more than that - Dave couldn't explain it, but he knew deep down that he needed Mindy in his life...

Responding to the way that Dave had began to back away from her, Mindy was more afraid than she had ever been in her entire life, and that was saying something, as she had faced at least four dangerous things before breakfast alone, and that was just on an average day with Big Daddy. She was afraid that this was it, that Dave would come to his senses and shove her away, that he would reject her, that things would become so forced and awkward that eventually he would drift away forever, and she would lose the one thing that seemed to be a constant in her life. Maybe it sounded crazy, but thrust from one extreme to another in such a short amount of time, Dave had been the one thing that didn't change. He cared about her, and she had the sense that no matter what happened to them in their lives, he would always care about her.

But that wasn't enough for her... She needed more than just the platonic role of an older brother right now. She needed Dave... But what could she do when he was the one that she wanted to hide from?

"Mindy," The boy was out of breath from all of the kissing they had been doing, "wait..."

Here it was, that moment she had been dreading ever since the instant she realized just how much she cared for that naive idealist... Closing her eyes to shield herself from the piercing gaze he was so intent on melting her with, there was nothing she could do to brace herself for the impact of what was going to come next. Big Daddy had taught her how to survive everything. Everything, but a broken heart...

There was so much to say to her, things that had to be said, that he wanted to say, and in the frantic haze enveloping his brain, there was no possible way to distinguish which was which. He really liked her, but could he say that to her? Should he? There was the obvious issue of their age gap - that even though no one else would understand it, he had genuine feelings for her - and of course there was the fact that her father was a cop, so that was hard enough, but to add to it, this would be her first time. What was he supposed to say to her? The truth? Fine, let's pretend for a moment that he did tell her the truth, that he was pretty sure that he was in love with her, that everyone he had been with was just killing time until he could be with her, that this might as well be his first first time too - oh yeah, that was going to go over great, especially if she didn't run from him, screaming.

Shit, he was fucked either way this ended...

Collecting what remained of his wits, Dave looked up at Mindy, seeing more than some mixed-up blonde or the most lethal superhero to ever exist - he saw a glimpse of who she really was, of his entire world, wrapped up in one petite body. In that one second alone, her eyes peeking through her lashes as she prepared herself for what she thought was going to be heartache, he knew exactly what to say next. "I don't want this to be be just for tonight."

So incredibly blue, Dave had almost forgotten just how intense her eyes could be in that five seconds she had them closed, almost. He never realized just how dangerous they were, how much their light moved him, how brilliant and beautiful they were. Blinking up at him in shock, it was almost as if he were seeing her eyes for the very first time.

"What...?" Her voice came out so softly, even she wasn't sure if that was what she said.

Again, there seemed to be no shortages of mandatory topics, from the fact that he longed to go about things the 'right' way, to the simple bases of their mutual emotions. God, how badly did he want to tell the world that he was dating the most wonderful person in the entire universe?! But he couldn't, because no one would understand it - assuming that they were involved in any way, even in something less than dating - not even Todd and Marty. Well, maybe Todd might, but there was no guarantee that he would. Fuck the fact that the entire school already had the notion that they had fucked previously. He could care less about the rumors since he was this close to graduating, but Mindy was just getting started, and he didn't want her to have to suffer through that kind of stigma. And hiding it was possible, in theory, but he was having a hard enough time trying to hide his identity as Kick-Ass from his father (who was finally beginning to catch on, although he was under the suspicion that Dave's activities were centered around drugs), so Dave could only imagine dragging her father - the cop - into this mess.

But if it meant that he could be with Mindy, Dave would have readily faced anything...

Redundant as it was, Dave repeated himself, "I don't want this to be be just for tonight."

Oh, she heard him the first time, but somehow she was still failing to grasp what he was saying. So certain that this was going to be the end, Mindy was absolutely positive that tonight was the eve of a new era, not a new beginning altogether. This had to be some kind of alternate reality...

Concerned by the fact that she was still silent, Dave brushed her cheek, "Mindy? Please, say something..."

There was still so much to discuss, that much was for certain, but for tonight, at this particular moment, Mindy didn't need to say a single word that she didn't want to say. It was only Dave, so she should have been able to speak her mind - if this had been any other situation or any other person, it would have been more than easy to - but because it was Dave, it all became so hard. For the first time in her life, she really was unable to express herself.

Doubt was running rampant in her young mind, twisting and thriving at every corner and turn, and yet, there was no doubt in either of their minds that this was the right thing to do. How could it be wrong when it felt so right? Dave made her heart beat at different pace, and more than putting her at a natural ease, he made her feel safe. Mindy never really knew what home was, but she had to guess that it was something like what Dave made her feel...

"You talk too much."

Flashing that adorable bashful smile of a girl in love (it was the smile that could make a turncoat of even the most honest man), Mindy figured that there was a time for talking and a time for action, and now was most definitely the latter. Resuming where they had left off, Mindy kissed him once more, but unlike before, each peck was chaste, filled with a certain kind of sweetness that lacked definition, and yet each kiss said a thousand words.

Like a fish needs water, he needed more... Deepening the kiss, Dave began to probe the outer shell of her lips, licking away the glossy wax. Slipping her tongue past her teeth, Mindy opened her mouth, allowing him to explore. Flicking across her lips, Dave's tongue darted this way and that, slowing down as it met with Mindy's, locking in an unseen dance. Trying to figure out which way to move her head had been kind of awkward at first, but as much as she hated to admit it, Brooke had a point - kissing Dave like this was kind of awesome.

Breaking for air, Mindy realized for the first time that they had knocked his pillow to the floor, and that his back was pressed flat against the bed. Guilty, she reached to retrieve it for him, but his grasp around her was too tight. She wasn't completely powerless against him, but even straddling him, she was at a disadvantage. And she kind of liked it. Just like in training, she wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped them over, but instead of being the one on top, she was on the bottom. Maybe if she knew what she was doing, things would be different tonight, but just this one time, it was all up to Robin to save the day...

Finding himself on top all of a sudden, he got her message loud and clear. It made him nervous though, because Dave wasn't that much more prepared for this than Mindy was. "Are you sure about this? It's not too late to change your mind." By the feeling in his pants, he knew that it was already too late for himself, but it was nothing that a cold shower couldn't fix... Or a good wank (depending on whether or not she decided to stay or leave).

Cheeks burning as the blood shifted, she nodded, embarrassed but sure. It frightened her to think about it, but she knew that she was ready for it... Ready for him...

Squirming around a little as she let herself get used to being pinned down, Mindy felt a fresh wave of panic as Dave ran his hand up the side of her body, pausing for a moment before grabbing her left breast. There was no way she possibly could have known that Night Bitch wasn't packing a whole lot in the rack department herself, since she'd never seen the cunt that Dave had previously been plugging, but her mind jumped immediately to the fact that her own chest was probably underwhelming. What if her own boobs weren't enough for Dave? Would that be a deal-breaker?!

Struggling to get in a word around his tongue, she muttered under breath, "I'm still growing..."

Confused by her lack of confidence, he shook his head, "What are you talking about? You're perfect, just the way you are."

Somehow, he had done it again. There was just no conceivable way to explain how he did it, but he managed to always find a way to lift her spirits when she needed it the most... As thanks, Mindy let out months of tension as she trust her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss.

His lips tasted like sheer ecstasy...

Her kiss was sweeter than heaven...

They needed more, and they needed it now...

...Too bad they were going to have to wait.

"Dave?" Mr. Lizewski's voice broke through the barrier of heat that had accumulated since Mindy's arrival, burning through the room. They had been so into each other, neither had even heard him coming through the front door, padding softly up the stairs to his son's room.

Shit, shit, shit! How could they have been so careless? Why was he home so soon? Fuck!

Diving off the side of the bed, Mindy's skills as a ninja were put to the test as she rolled beneath the mattress, just narrowly vanishing from sight as Mr. Lizewski opened the door to check on his boy. The underside of Dave's bed was disgusting - the floor was not only dusty, but was littered with old used tissues and even a used condom. Not the wrapper, but the actually condom itself. Eww, she could even still see the filmy parts that were dried jizz. Turning her head away from that, she peered through the crack between the blanket and the floor, watching and listening.

In utter disbelief, Dave could only gape at the older man standing in his doorway, "Dad, what are you doing back from work early?"

"There was a fire a few buildings down, and the fire department ordered everyone back home while they worked. According to Charlotte -" Charlotte was a woman that worked in the office with Mr. Lizewski. "-They're going to launch a formal investigation in the morning."

A fire?! "Jesus, was anyone hurt?!"

He shook his head, "A couple of the fire-fighters were talking, and they think that it was just some kid with a box of matches. Nobody was there when the authorities arrived."

Hopefully that was all it was, but lately there had been an increase in petty crimes - thanks to that asshole on Twitter - and this was a little too close to home for comfort... Mr. Lizewski didn't seem too ruffled though, so they were probably just being paranoid by a random coincidence...

Shaking his head as he put the matter behind him (or at least until he returned to work), Dave's dad looked over at his son one last time for the night, "Well, I think I'm just going to go downstairs if you need me. Good night."

Half-heartedly, Dave waved at his father, "Night."

Departing with a final nod, he closed the door, glad to find that his son was safe in bed, not out doing something dangerous or stupid. Dave was a good boy, but lately... Well, he was worried, but not nearly as much as the two teens were about this mystery fire. It was probably nothing, just like everyone suspected, but what if it wasn't?

As much as I yearn that scene to have been altered in the movie, I really only wanted a small kiss at best (although I wouldn't have terribly minded if they had put in more). Couple that with the fact that it seems like everyone and their dog's grandma have their own versions (most of which are actually pretty damn good). So, I wanted to do something different with this! That, and this is like the third version of the chapter that I wrote (give or take minor edits at the end).

And this mini-rant came from the first draft I had. I should probably just erase it, since I was half-asleep when I wrote it, but I feel like I brought up a couple valid points. So here it is, in all of it's unedited 'glory': Seriously, is it just me, or did the Mother Fucker always know how to pick his targets? He shoots Hit Girl, and he rapes/beats the living fuck out of Katie/Night Bitch (or so they claimed in the second movie). I'm not condoning what he did by any means, but seriously, going after Hit Girl was both malicious and kind of genius, considering that she's his rival's real love interest. And truth be told, before I read the comics, I actually saw the picture of him going after Katie, whom I mistook for Mindy (it was the dark hair). So glad it didn't work out that way (for so so many reasons)! But if you think about it in a certain way, Night Bitch wasn't the only "uninspired" attack. Because he failed to kill Hit Girl (not his fault), and he left the other two alive (which was by choice). I dunno, I'm rambling, because I'm tired, and this is already the third time I've rewritten this damn chapter. But one last painfully obvious note? Everyone in this series is made into an orphan. Well, not technically, since either their mother is untouched or they're already adults.

And there it is! You should review! *creepy echo voice* Review, review, review...! Seriously, you should review!

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