Kitten's POV
It's chess.
There are two goals: 1.) Keep your own king safe, and 2.) Capture their king.
My pawns had nearly taken out their queen. Nearly. That would've been successful, even with their own well-positioned pawns, had it not been for the knight that I had overlooked. But no matter. Getting rid of the queen wasn't necessary. I just needed her out of the way, so that I was free to check the king.
And now this queen had has him right where she wants him.
Of course those pesky pawns of theirs and that annoying-as-hell queen are still out to spoil the fun, but I'm not above cheating to get what I so rightfully deserve. Then there's also the matter of that rogue knight…. His moves in particular were hardest to predict. He had left the king wide open to save the queen, a strategy that baffled, surprised, and delighted me.
But what other strange decisions would he make, that could end with their unexpected victory?
It's clear what needs to happen next: My king needs to take out the knight.
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This. This felt right. He was mine once again, and better than ever. All of his fury translating in the bedroom, the janitor's closet, the alley next to Mikey's, as hot, rough, fast…. I moaned loudly, feeling that familiar release. I watched as Dick rolled off of me and out from under the covers to pull his boxers and jeans back on. "Where's the fire?" I asked, watching how his muscles moved as he slid his dark grey t-shirt over his head.
His eyes never met mine when we would have sex. And they still didn't meet now, instead focusing intensely on his shoes as he laced them back onto his feet. "Right here. Feel free to burn alive in it for all I care. But I'm out of here," he stated coldly, looking at the clock. 12:16am.
"Well, that's not very nice of you, now is it?" I said snidely, leaning on his back and walking my fingers up his bicep.
Richard brushed my hand away. "You threw nice out the window a week ago, Kitten."
"So, you'd just make your girlfriend sleep alone after such a devastating loss tonight? 12-49. I don't think I've ever seen you play so poorly," I said, falling back to the bed as Richard stood up.
He made his way to the door, placing his hand on the knob. "I don't owe you an explanation," he scoffed as he opened the door, stepping out into the hallway and pulling the door behind him. Just before it was closed completely, he added, "Oh yeah, and you're not my girlfriend. As soon as I can find a way out of this, you best believe I'll be gone."
I smirked, positioning myself for the play that would take out the knight and end the game in my favor. "And go running back to that little freak show, Kori? I saw the way Nightwing looked at her. You don't stand a chance."
Richard's eyebrow furrowed, seemingly perplexed by this information, then pulled the door to and I heard his footsteps get softer as they descended the stair and walked out the front door.
Checkmate.
