Matt woke up with one foot dangling off the side of the worn couch, one arm slung over his chest and the other hanging limply at the back of his head. The sun was already streaming through the dusty blinds, he wiped at his eyes with an annoyed grunt. He guess he could’ve fallen asleep in the second bedroom but the empty bottle of whiskey from the night before rooted him to that dark green leather covering the couch. Another headache inched to life behind his lids as he forced himself up to sit. He looked to the slightly ajar door to the other bedroom, he wondered if GoGo had grown annoyed with the run down and dusty apartment and run off, the only reason he even got the place was because the asshole who owned it owed him a huge favor.
He shoved the paper bag of empty fast food containers out of the way with his foot. He opened the small plastic bag slung over the back of a chair at the small dining table for aspirin and took double his dose in hopes to kill the headache before it even truly bothered him. Matt wasn’t entirely known for his graceful morning routine, he ran a hand through his hair and stepped into the bathroom for a steaming shower. He groaned softly as he fully woke up under the weak stream of water. Satisfied he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel swung over his bare shoulders and a pair of dark jeans resting on his hips.
Matt grabbed the wooden back of a chair tucked under the table and shoved it over to the big window facing the empty lot under construction across the road. He opened the blinds fully, watched the men go to work with intrigue and mischief dancing in his eyes, one palm willed the smooth pebble to hover over his rough hand. he rotated the pebble a few dozen times before tracing invisible figures in the air.
He was getting bored with every ticking second so he started to fuck with the poor guys working construction on the new parking space. He kept tossing small rocks at the busy men and watched them lose their shit with their colleagues for a good twenty minutes. Eventually he couldn’t help but laugh aloud at the sight of an especially angry fellow sucker punched a lean looking man who hid behind a stone pillar for safety.
“Hey braniac, you up?”, he heard a light shuffle somewhere but he couldn’t pin point it, instead he chose to lean back in the chair until it bordered a concussion threat with the back legs barely even anchored to the dusty floor. He had to reach out and catch himself on the arm rest seconds before he lost balance and turned to see if the slim brunette was even awake. At least he had some interesting company hiding out in the dodgy place he’d grown to hate. Matt just really wanted to get back to his bar, fix the shit that stick figure fucked up and live in the comfort of his own place.
Regina was awake for the last hour. She sat in bed quietly counting the speckled popcorn of the popcorn ceiling. She was bored too. Not that she didn't appreciate the vespage of safety this tiny shit hole offered, but she longed for freedom. Her long locks flowed over her slender shoulders as she leaned up in her bed. "Yes. I'm awake." She said in a flat tone. Regina had to remind herself to be less androginous. It was an unattractive quality she thought to be so stiff and robotic. Her mind functioned like a vortex of knowledge. She was a prisoner trapped within the confines of her own mind. Sometimes the freedom she longed for was into the neatly poured chill of a cool drink. It was what led her to Matt in the first place. She tucked her hair behind her ear and swung her legs out of bed. She had already counted the planks in the wood floor 112 in this room. And she had used her time lying in bed to ponder the implications of their nasty little adventure together. It was pure chaos. It was danger around every turn. She felt bad about dragging Matt into her fucked up disenfranchised life, but she had.
Regina was unashamedly comfortable in her own skin. She never flaunted, though she didn't hid the natural gifts that were bestowed upon her. She was wearing a red lace bra and a matching pair of red lace panties that rode the crack and revealed a healthy portion of cheek on each side. She moved across the dusty room to the window and pulled the blinds closed. She didn't like the multiple windows in the high rise across the way. A sniper's playground. And though she could easily pick out and spot a sniper she figured closing the curtains would nullfy it all together. "I'm starving. Anything to eat in here?"
She posed the question knowing full well three of the cabinets were full and the fridge hadn't been stocked in a long time. She could tell where what was from the fingerprints left around the room. It was exhausting being the harbinger of so much needed knowledge. It took the surprise out of everyday life. She supposed that's why she found Matt so endlessly endearing. Not that his personality hadn't been such, but the fact that he constantly surprised her was a welcome taste of life she hadn't sampled in some time.
Regina resisted the urge to dive into his mind and see what he thought about her. She could have, but his facial cues and the ticks he was unaware of told her everything he was thinking without a penetrating thought. She sighed as she looked through the closet and saw nothing but men's clothes. Her shirt from the day before was lightly coated with blood. She had been hurt in the escape. Her arm had a nasty cut on it but already her body was healing. She didn't possess a healing ability per say but she did will her blood to clot. She controlled a suprising number of things with her autonomous brain.
Plucking a light blue button down shirt off the hanger she slipped it over her nibble shoulders. Regina didn't bother to body it. She allowed it to flow elegantly as she swayed with each step. The shirt tails flapping behind her like a light blue butterly dancing across the wind in an open sky. Her eyes dully looked around the room and she saw things before her almost seem to shine. The bathroom window, the light crack in the plaster wall. Escape routes, should it come to that. She hoped it wouldn't. But then again... Hope was the Foolish man's weakness. Go-Go slipped out from the bedroom into the rather cool air of the living room. She walked with no shame over to the couch and sat down beside where Matt was sitting. Her shirt open and exposed and her long tan legs smooth and tempting.
"Hey." She said softly. "I'm really sorry I put you through all this. You're a good guy Matthew. You didn't have to take up for me. You could have gave me to that creep and went about your day, but you didn't. You're a good guy." She thought on it a moment. The Fools were a long distant memory to her now. They seemed like a lifetime ago from everything they had already been through even though it had only been a day.
She didn't want to go back there. Even though she knew in her heart that going there would be the safest play. She could get protection for herself and for Matt and there wouldn't be a thing that G.A.D.E.M. Or anyone else could do to touch them, but she didn't. Selfishly she chose to stay here. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. "Why do they hate us Matt?" She asked quietly.
Regina's eyes rested out the window where the workers worked and her mind drifted off to a place of silence. She hadn't expected an answer. Not really, though her question was genuine. Why did everyone hate and fear mutants so much. For all her brains and all her intelligence. It was the one problem she could never solve and not having an answer to it was the worst of all.
“There’s beer and two-year-old cereal in the bottom cabinet!”, there was a soft chuckle near the end of his sentence, he was starving himself but it was too much effort to go anywhere to find something worth eating. He shamelessly let his eyes wander over the raw beauty of her figure clad in red lace, it was enough to make his head swim in dark thoughts and his body shift slightly under the warmth bubbling to life in the deep recesses of his skin. There was no denying her beauty, hell, he’d been with more woman he cared to admit but none of them had his mind swimming quite like she did.
“The getup for me or are you stroking your own ego?”, even though the words were riddled with sarcasm he opted to spare her a charming grin, a genuine one too. Honesty wasn’t exactly his go to with women but since they already survived the stick figure and the shady underground hotel maniac he thought he’d at least enjoy the honesty in her company for as long as it lasted. He turned his head to look at the deep hazel of her eyes with an intent gaze washing over his features.
He reached back with a cocky grin, hung his arm lazily over the backrest behind her slim shoulders and spoke with more honesty than he reserved for himself in the mirror every morning. “You don’t need to say sorry Regina, you didn’t do anything wrong”, he leaned back and closed his eyes for a small second recalling the asshole that started the whole chaotic unfolding of events. He couldn’t help but snort for a second though, he didn’t consider himself a good guy or even kind but he didn’t pester the thought too much.
He subconsciously reached further, held her gently by her shoulders as he relaxed into the warmth of her head resting on his shoulder. “I wish I knew”, he found himself interested by the thin layers of peeling paint on the opposite wall. “I guess we’re becoming too many for them, can’t blame them entirely though”, he half understood the fear in regard to the misunderstood but he hated them for persecuting his kind purely for existing, for breathing in the same fucking air.
Matt hoped his sister would be safe, she didn’t carry the mutation he did or any other unique abilities. That made her safe for the most part, he could only hope the government didn’t hunt her down for his crimes. He’d do anything to protect the little rebel, she was much like him with a far bigger mouth and stomach. Still, he knew she got her snarky quips from him.
Matt relaxed into the soft embrace, he couldn’t help his eyes moving intently over the soft skin of her legs until they ogled the soft curves of her hips up to the unbelievable beauty of the skin hugged by the lace of her underwear. “You’ll be safe though, I’m sure the fools will protect one of their own, or not, I really don’t know shit about them”, he was trying to reassure her but there was a hint of laughter near the end of his sentence. “But hey, if you’re ever in the mood to rob a hungover asshole again – it’s not like I have much else except the bar”, he leaned back comfortably washing away under the calming feeling of the aspirin as the headache dissipated into a sweet nothingness.
Regina's eyes flicked to Matt with a curious gaze. He seemed intent on stroking her ego just fine on his own. She could see the way he looked at her. She noticed everything. The slightly increased breathing. The dilation of the pupils that was slight, but enough to suggest sexual arousal. He didn't have to come after with an overly aggressive cheesy pick up for her to know that he wanted to delve into the taste of her soft flesh.
Still leaning her head on his shoulder she grabbed his hand lightly and ran his fingers across the smoothness of her skin. She enjoyed the touch. Not only because she could be a sex starved lunatic with a mind that needed constant calibration, but because she had come to trust him in this short time. He was a simple man to figure out, yet a complicated one to master. He kept her tripping over herself with new surprises.
There was flare of excitement to his presence. But he was wrong. She had done something wrong. Something worth apologizing for. She could have brought them back to the clubhouse and she chose for the dangerous road instead because it gave her more thrills. It raced her heart. The Fools were family, but only by association. She hadn't earned her full jacket. She was just a prospect.
She could't imagine them rolling out the full force of their intent for the sake of a part timer. And never the less half the club was moving to New York. With the blessing of head fool himself Carson Falco the club was splitting and fracturing at the seams. What stayed behind would form a new club. A Fools 2.0 and Regina wasn't even sure if she still wanted membership. She could relive a thousand parties and wild nights withing the company of a slick asshole named Buster, or the bearded burly suggestion of a rugged one known as Mouse.
There was some good times there.... She also remember screaming against the wake of the chaos in the middle of the night. Forcing herself awake just to scream in frustration in her empty bedroom. Even in her dreams she couldn't find escape from the androgynous chaos. She was fully conscious and aware of everything even while she slumbered. Regina's fingers trailed across the firm muscle of his chest.
She casually went about this exploration of each other's bodies and regarded it as harmless curiosity. She continued the conversation with him as if it was something shared between them. This intimacy was nothing more than something they had done a thousand times. Her fingers curled upward, under the bearded form of his chin and she turned his head to face her. Her lips met his with a passionate rekindling of her faith in humanity.
She pushed him back... Straddled his hips. "Don't worry about the Fools." She said softly. She honestly wasn't sure yet if she'd ever go back to that clubhouse, but she had cherished every moment in Matt's presence. She found him dripping with intrigue and mystery. That sense of wonder pushing her along wanting to see what lied around the next corner every step of the way. Her heart raced.
She could see calculations tallying at the bottom of her peripheral vision. She gasped at the calculation. Her mind processing the world and running figures like a super computer just where Matt's belt buckle lied were the words she saw floating in the air like tangile bits of reassurance. "Romantic probability: 100% Relationship suitability odds: 72% Her smile grew and she kissed him again. Then she allowed her lips to explore his neck with soft kisses and playful bites. She answered his earlier question with a playful laugh. "This get up is all just for you handsome..."
Matt felt his lips twitch into a smug grin at the touch of her fingers leading his warm palm to the softness of her flawless skin. He didn’t hesitate to drag his fingers painstakingly slow over her stomach, it made his entire body fire up in the searing heat of the intensity of the moment. His fingers curled over the prominence of her hips, grasping a little roughly at the sensual curve of her figure with a single train of thoughts invading his mind with a raw intensity. He didn’t bother keeping a steady gaze focused on her beautiful features, he’d bet everything he had on her already knowing she was the sole focus of his attention.
Matthew wasn’t a stranger to the deep beauty of a woman’s figure, he wasn’t void of charm and his physical attributes didn’t hurt either but no one ever challenged him as much as they intrigued him. Go-Go was the absolutely exquisite example of stunning beauty encasing more intelligence than half the fuckers roaming the earth combined. While he felt like a royal dumbass when she did her whole Brainiac thing he still found it far more fascinating than chatting up a superficial attention whore under the influence of whatever made her feel good.
Matt felt the light touch of her fingers under the stubble of his jaw, a part of him thought about making another witty remark but instead he dived headfirst into the passionate kiss. His lips moved with hers in an intoxicating embrace as the air grew thick with tension, the kind he thrived for. Matt led one hand to under the side of the shirt she donned before starting to drive it from her shoulders, his other reached up to hold her face in his palm in an effort to pull her as close to his body as he possibly could.
Matt felt an almost electrical pulse grow from the depths of his flesh and echoed over his skin, he happily blamed her ethereal beauty and attractive decisiveness but he knew there was no way in hell he’d be fucking dumb enough to refuse the lustful taste of her flesh. His fingers dug into the skin of her back, pulling her closer even after she straddled his hips, he grinned up at her with a cocky playful glint to his gaze, “Right now I couldn’t give two fucks about the fools”.
He didn’t hesitate to lean into the passionate embrace of her lips, he enjoyed the taste of her lips far too much for his taste. Matt wondered if he’d ever break the hold she seemed to have over him, he would happily bring down another building on some or other douchebag in the middle of nowhere if it meant he’d gain another second to explore the soft curved of her flesh.
Matt felt his hips burst to life with a rough grinding against her slim figure, he had a smirk growing against his lips with a deep charm rooting him to the spot. He never wanted anything as much as he wanted to delve into the mystery behind Go-Go and everything her flesh had to offer. “That’s too bad”, he glanced down at the gorgeous hold of the attire on her pale skin before reaching down to run his fingers over the flawless skin over her collarbone, “cause I’m gonna rip it off”. He didn’t waste a second before pulling her lips to his for another, breathtaking kiss.
Fades to black…
Matt wasn’t sure how he’d ever walk if he couldn’t feel his legs in that small moment, he was breathless as his chest rose and fall with dramatic inhales and exhales. He had one arm draped around Go-Go’s shoulder and the other hanging over the edge of the cough, he hardly had energy to move his head to look at her but he still shifted. His fingers tucked under her chin to force her gaze to his, “you’re beautiful Brainiac, a little ballsy but I can overlook that “, a joking tone littered his words as he leaned down to place a tender kiss to her head, it was a great contrast to the rough acts that ensued only a while beforehand. That fucking euphoria though, it was worth every step they had to take in order to end up in that exact moment.
“So, where do we go from here?”, his fingers tapped to an unheard rhythm against the soft skin of her shoulder as he looked to the dirty ceiling. He wasn’t sure if he’d be untouched at the bar, purely because he knew GADEM was an ever-present pain in the ass and even if he wouldn’t admit how much he wanted to see her again he wasn’t sure if she’d ever drop by his place again.
While Matthew was busy huffing and puffing and gasping for breath after a rigerous adventure. Regina laid still quietly smiling. The tint of her smile growing brigheter with each passing moment. She was not breathing hard or panting. But that wasn't a knock against his prowess, but a nod to her mental relax. She regulated her breathing and focused everything on it. It was quite the task and she had to devote quite a bit of blood fluid to the regulatory system part of her brain.
Regina rolled over to stare at him. They were on some crappy little fold out couch. It wasn't soft or comfrotable, but it folded out at just the right time. She smiled brightly. "Well done cowboy." She winked. She still didn't know why the name touched at his nerves, but it was cute when he got all huffy and angry. It was the primal part of her brain reaching out to say hello. That primitive part in everyones brain that desperately needs a bit of petting every once in awhile. She found it cute. She didn't know why. She reached over with her finger and poked him on the end of his nose and cast him a devilish wink.
She didn't know what came next. She only knew that their combatablity was skyrocketing. Those numbers seemed a little biased. Her brain was all hoped up on sexadreen and she was pretty sure that 2000% wasn't a reasonable number. No matter how much it flashed and blinked in front of her hazel brown eyes. Regina leaned over and plucked his shirt up off the floor. She brought it to her nose and gave it a good smell. Breathing in his musky scent she felt like a little girl.
A little girl with a high school crush. It was odd to not know for once what to make of what she was feeling. Her body ran like a machine and every system within it was perfectly maintained and coordinated. Circulatory system... Lymph nodes and autonomic responses were even under the depth of her utter control, though now... She had this fluttery butterfly feeling rising in the pit of her stomach. Something she had never experience. It felt funny. It made her toes tingle from the peeking adrenaline in her brain.
Despite her best efforts to control it her heart was racing. Not because she was scared or nervous, but excitment. Wild untamable excitment that pushed her thoughts in a thousand directions all at once. Go-Go was a super computer, with a super brain, but she was still a female. For the first time in her life she was not in complete control and it felt so liberating to allow her body to take the weight off of her shoulders. For her body to maintain it's own systems and things could just be....
She was wondefully, perfectly incapable of controlling anything at the moment. It was an experience that was better than the sex in all honesty.. Though the sex was mind blowing in it's own right. Regina laid still. Her eyes seemed to shut down, though they were wide open as she contemplated the feelings. The tingles moving through her toes. The way her legs shook and convulsed for no apparent reason. The warm pulsing waves moving between her thighs with growing satisfaction.
She stared out the window lost in thought. The only thoughts really moving through her mind was thoughts of love.... Foolish really, she barely knew him and yet he did things to her. Things she could expect to find any other place. Things she had never experienced. Regina didn't know what happened next and when her eyes finally shifted back to his handsome features there was a smile refusing to vacate her face. " I don't know what we're doing.... This dangerous crazy game we're playing, but I feel like i don't want to leave your side."
She risked sounded clingy, but who cared. She needed a double dose of whatever he was giving. "I don't think it's safe to leave yet. They could still be after us." She lied. She knew in all likely hood the chances of them being found by this poind was 0.26 % she had done the math. Quite literally. She just didn't want to leave and she needed an excuse so she pretended to be worried and allowed the touch of panic to dain her gorgoues features in an attempt to gain sympathy and protection... And most of all his attention. Her brain had a new dangerous addiction. Mattadreen.
Matthew almost congratulated her on her rigorous stamina but he was reminded how complex and beautiful her mind functioned, he couldn’t help but wonder if she could regulate that perfect little body as well. He found himself grinning down a her like he’d been rewarded with the world’s greatest fucking treasure, at the mention of cowboy he couldn’t help but groan, roll his eyes and offer her a playful glare. “If I had more energy I’d shove you off the couch”, a playful chuckle slipped through his lips. His chest was slowly regaining a normal wave of inhales and exhales but hormones still flooded his system with a euphoric high that seemed impossible to get down from.
His finger reached out to grasp her small palm as she poked the end of his nose, his brow lifted with playful curiosity as he laced his fingers through hers and pulled her closer to him for an intimate embrace. He couldn’t help himself as he snaked his arm around her slender waist and pulled her on top of him with a playful wink. he spent a good time admiring the beautiful flesh of her perfect figure, the beautiful grace to her features and the mischief that made her so utterly irresistible.
Matthew pulled her closer for a second, his lips danced on the edge of hers for a second before he rolled her off with a playful shove. For a few seconds he closed his eyes to bask in the beautiful aftermath of their intimate wrestle for the taste of a euphotic purpose. He tasted the same addiction on her lips as he imagined he’d taste in the waters of the fountain of youth. It was perfect, she was fucking perfect.
He felt the light shift of her warm figure and turned his chin to look down on her ethereal beauty, “Who said you had to leave?”, he smiled warmly, honestly and for the first time in his life he didn’t want her to leave. It wasn’t like all those times he screwed them and left them. There was something unspeakable happening between them and it made him feel the utter joy of life as much as it drove a fire into his nerves.
He didn’t doubt her calculations but he had a good idea GADEM’s assholes lost track of them, he didn’t argue the fact though, spending more time cooped up with her utter perfection was the ultimate high he was willing to chase with every ounce of his being. Matt shifted in his seat as he moved to lean over her with his chest pressing down lightly on her flawless flesh.
“In that case, we should be keeping a strict exercise schedule”, a playful wink left his gaze as he looked down at her. Matt didn’t hesitate to follow the draw of his intimate urges, he pressed tender kisses along her collar bone with his fingers eagerly exploring the vast perfection of her skin.
Regina couldn't deny that he had a certain manly appeal. He was so rugged and against the grain. He was the absolute opposite of everything she had come to know hereslf as, but maybe that's why he was so refreshing. He was unlike any of the other guys in the club. Sure he had the same hit on you until you couldn't think up another clever rejection mentality, but still he was different. "I don't think you could handle it." She teased as she pulled herself up from the couch.
She slipped his manly smelling shirt over her slender frame and decided to forgo the aquistion of undergraments. She allowed his gaze, and she knew he was watching; to follow her into the kitchen.Regina got herself a glass of water because she knew her body was dangeorusly close to dehydration. She knew how many cups it would take to replinish her fluids. She drank three cups back to back before finally resting the glass on the counter.
She didn't have to check the cabinets to know that they were mostly baren.... "So how about since we're supposed to be hiding out we order in chinese food. You still owe me some." She smiled. Was this normal? Was this what normal felt like? She had had relationships in the past but they were mostly phsyical affairs. A means to satisfied HER needs and she was often the one who sought it out. She would keep them tangled up in warm bedsheets for 72 hours of satisfaction and self torture and kick them too the curb.
Usually with a smile on their face and teeth marks on their hip. "We could order in....Not leave the couch for the next couple of days...." She was all but certain she had lost her job. She didn't care about her place with the fools anymore. She was running away with this foolish notion that this was love.
This was what normal people considered love and though she thought of herself smart enough to not be fooled by chemical reations in the brain, misintrerpreting endorphins for romance, she couldn't help but sigh at the tone of his musclar chest and want to curl up in it. They had been through so much in such a short time.... It made her wonder why he even bothered putting up with her. It wasn't his problem. He could have ran and left her at any point, but he didn't.
He was brave. He was couragous. He was handsome as fuck and fucked like a god, but more importantly he was someone she couldn't stop thinking about. He was the only thing that had ever made her brain runaway from her with crazy ideas and feelings she couldn't control and it scared the hell out of her.... It also made her scream with delight inside.
Regina leaned back against the counter. Her warm center hidden just barely below the hem of her shirt as she swayed her hips seductively and rhythemically. "So how bout it cowboy? You call up some food while I rummage through your DVD colleciton?" She smirked. She really was in trouble. She really liked this asshole.
“Trust me, I’m not the one who can’t handle it”, his lip slowly rolled over his bottom lip at the absolute turn on of her tease. He’d been with his fair share of woman, none of them graced the honest definition of perfection like she did, everything in his mind was ablaze by her presence alone. His eyes was a siren to her slender figure, every move she made was trailed by the brilliant intensity of his azure gaze. Matt honestly didn’t even mind the loss of business at the bar for a while, he was trapped in a fucking paradise and he wanted to explore every ecstasy filled corner with the raw intensity of a starving man.
He folded his hands behind his head as he slowly drowned under the weight of her flawless perfection, his mind already echoed with the taste of his fingers grasping her skin with a rough desire to be as close to her flesh as he possibly could. He couldn’t help but smile back, she had him there and Matt was a man who couldn’t say no to food so all in all, it was a win for him. Matt pushed himself off the couch, he slipped back into his underwear with ease before closing the space between them.
A playful wink tugged at his eyes, he pressed his chest against hers until he felt them both back against the counter. His lips leaned closer for a hungry kiss for a second before he pulled back with the phone he was truly reaching for under the mask of a close embrace. “You were in the way, kind of”, there was a playful glint to his gaze, his palm reaching up to embrace the curve of her hip with his fingers before pulling back to dial their number from the comfort of the couch.
His eyes lit up at the seductive sway of her hips, it already drove the flood of his blood as excitement rolled to life in his flesh. “Can’t touch the DVD collection with a shirt gorgeous, it’ll be in the way”, he shamelessly tossed the suggestion into the air. He’d be more than happy to bask in the sight of her perfect skin, for as long as he could handle it before he had the undeniable urge to pull the warmth of her flesh to his for another passionate embrace.
“Your buddy’s aren’t gonna hop in here looking for you, are they? I’m not fond of an audience”, it was almost a selfish sequence of words because he only wanted her for himself, no one to shoot at them or drag her off. Even if he didn’t explore the perfection of her skin he’d happily just spend the days breathing in the finer details of her complex and beautiful mind.
