Hello and welcome to the end.

~ I hope this was as fun for you as it was for me. I have... 2 other ideas for Hero's Cuties, one just fun for me, and the other a more... serious side, or something like that.

Enjoy~

Tamora awoke on the couch, her back against his chest.

Also, one leg hooked over the back and an irate expression on her face.

When this whole started, this 'liking-her-handyman' thing, she realized Felix liked her back. Even more than the vice versa.

And that was great! They were on the same page! She had needs after all. Standards that Felix met, it would be an enjoyable lead up until they ultimately did what men and women do.

That was the plan Tamora Calhoun set up, and dammit that was the plan that was supposed to be executed!

Just like every other plan Calhoun'ed ever created.

So how had this 5'9", pecan pie fanatic, cat loving, handyman convinced her to stay and talk? That maybe she had drank one too many of Tappers Famous Beers at the carnival.

First he took her to the carnival. Then he suggested two beers was enough to get her drunk-that that was the only reason she'd try and get into his pants-and now he had gotten her to stay until she sobered up.

Tamora hadn't slept, obviously. She waited until he'd fallen asleep, then proceeded to fold her arms stiffly and glare at the balloon still childishly tied to his wrist.

Her outer appearance reflected her inner. Pent-up and pissed off. It was this expression Felix would see once he woke up, and it'd be as effective on him as it was on the men she manned for years.

Felix awoke, took a deep breath and began stroking her arm. He leaned his head forward onto her hair.

"Tamora," he chuckled, voice quite attractive with sleep, "do you usually wake up pouting?"

The eye always covered by her hair twitched involuntarily and marked her que to go.

"Tamora?"

She didn't speak as she gathered up her jacket, poured out the day old coffee in their cups and grabbed her wallet.

"Tam-"

"You know, Fenton, I could've sworn we were speaking the same language." She adjusted the collar of her denim, "Dancing to the same tune, you know? Two people meet, they like, they flirt, they fuck-"

Felix blushed.

"Then they move on. I swear its like you've never played this game before."

"Game?"

Tamora turned, her face contorted in confusion. Was it even possible to make one word sound so heartbroken?

Felix stood by the couch, his lime green balloon still bopping around, making the only noise in his apartment seem that much louder.

"No I... Tamora, I really like you. As in really, really like you. Me asking you out, you accepting, you... Happy. It was a game?"

"Fenton, come on, I didn't mean it like that."

"Well that's certainly how you implied it ma'am."

Tamora frowned.

"Cut out the 'ma'am' shtick, Fenton."

How had suddenly gotten so close to her?

"Do you still think its a game, Tammy?"

"Felix, I swear-"

"Do you even like me at all? Honestly."

She couldn't see anything but Felix, he was compromising her personal space without her consent.

"Don't be an idiot."

"Yes or no?"

This was all happening right now? But... She had no plan for this. She never thought it would happen.

Is this what Felix was thinking last night?

...wait...is that...this...what she was doing last night?

This whole time she had been protecting herself. Agreeing to this vacation, liking her handyman. Two months ago this wouldn't have been where she pictured herself. Gripping with Felix Fenton Jr. about a nice night.

She liked Felix. But she also liked escaping. Putting the two together, it seemed like a good plan.

She could count on one hand the number of times she'd thought about his feelings.

And now he looked so sad and so angry and Tamora was sorry. But she was never one for apologizing.

"Yes. I like you, okay... and... You better be ready to take responsibility for that."

She sighed a bit angrily. Being on the receiving end of an order was also something she wasn't one for.
"You were right, last night. I should've gone home."

Felix chuckled, "Well, ma'am, your here now."

Tamora sighed again and slouched against the wall. Her fingers came up to scrub out her bangs but Felix seemed to be quicker.

The guy was to nice, and she told him so, but all he did was laugh.

"Well isn't that why you like me so much?"

Tamora smirked, "Actually, and don't let this become a habit but," She grabbed hold of his collar and yanked him closer, "I think I'm liking how you can hold your own, short-stack."

He gulped, being pulled so abruptly made Felix lose balance and have to brace his hands on either side of her.

Now, when she was definitely sober and thinking clearly, was when any guilt Felix would've felt about taking advantage last night vanished completely.

"S-Shouldn't we at least wait?"

"Felix, you've known me long enough by now; this date was just like any other night we've had since I moved in, in case you didn't notice. Only difference is this time you actually made it official."

"I-I uh... I meant... Wait until we've both showered and whatnot."

Was it possible that this was even Felix Fenton Jr., mild mannered handyman, talking right now?

Tamora snickered, "You sure you don't wanna get laid today, Fenton?"

His face turned completely red as Tamora moved in for a kiss, "W-Well, I didn't say that..."

Hopefully this was good ; I explained my view of the way I wrote Felix and Tamora (mostly the Sarge) on DeviantArt, if you care to know. I enjoyed writing this as the end (especially the part where... you know... I kind of let this end with implications XD).

S&r

And no I don't think of Sgt. Calhoun as some sex fiend, and I hope none of you saw her as majorly out of character. Its just, in the movie I didn't see her as this angry ball of hate and coldness, so I didn't write her that way. I wrote as a good person who was just... out of touch. (At least, that's what I wanted to write her as )